#frostprinceloki

[venomousfluff]

Amy and Rhia

If you guys want to meet up at any point this week, my hours are:

Monday - 11-5 Tuesday - 11-5 Wednesday - 9-3 Thursday - Off Friday - Off Saturday - 2-7

So, whenever is best for you guys in terms of schoolwork and so forth, let me know =)

[venomousfluff]

I have a fun time drinking with my mum and her friend on a Friday night and have now been told I can bring people to join us.

[kingoftheravensarchive]

frostprinceloki replied to your post:“//  the face I’m making at Unicorn right now”

[he's so fucking cute when he freaks out over aldrich though sjksdjl]

//HE'S SO ANNOYING *cries forever*

[kingoftheravensarchive]

[aaaaaaaaaaaaah the five more minutes thing! well if that ain't the cutest thing i ever read <333 uni you wonderful thing~]

"I know."

[kingoftheravensarchive]

"Five more minutes!" (only if you're still doing them. oops~)

How my character wakes yours up.

Well, well, well, was this not a surprise? Waking up and being faced with the form of his twin? Certainly was a surprise, especially since he couldn't remember ever crawling into bed with him yesterday. Then again, he couldn't remember crawling into bed ever last night. Everything was hazy, mostly from sleep, and a large part of him just wanted to snuggle closer to his counterpart and go back to sleep.

His logical side won, though, and the God sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes with a hand and conjuring up a mug of coffee with the other. He stole a sip and set it down on the nightstand before dramatically plopping down--gently--on his counterpart and nipping his jawline. "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead," he exclaimed in a bright tone, though even that was still laced with sleepiness. "Frostyyy-poo~ Get up, you!"

[chaosglow]

Outsider from another world || Loki & Legolas|| closed crossover rp

The night air stirred from the east as the elven prince of mirkwood was heading back from one of his patrols. His party of elves had gone up ahead of him after getting the order to do so. Being the son of the elven king held many advantages. He had the authority to do as he wished except not to exceed his ruling over the king's. He was a loyal son and wished not to disobey any orders, but the prince also had his own mind and would at times question his monarch's orders therefore getting himself into some trouble. 

There was a rift and high tension between father and son and no amount of faithfulness or carrying on extra tasks would mend it. Thranduil had high expectations for his son, Legolas his one and only heir. He would expect nothing, but the best and beyond. At times this was difficult or nearly impossible to uphold and the youth would be chastised and receive glares of disappointment and narrowed furrowed eyebrows that clearly told him to work harder and to hold his tongue when he was addressed. In fact, Legolas was not even allowed to refer Thranduil as his father or adar. It was considered informal, rude and showed forth disrespectful to the title his father held. 

On his way through the dark forest, the elf had hoped that his father would be pleased with the high sheer number of orcs and spiders his party and him had slain along with a message delivered to Laketown to send forth more barrels of the elf king's greatest delight dorwingon wine. He held the scroll in his quiver and was making haste as to bring forth the document back to the great halls, when his eyes darted over to a sound he heard in the distance. Against his better judgement he decided to investigate.