#hawksty pudding

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welp more hawksty pudding...and I think I finally actually got Loki's body type right...I struggle with it. xDDD

Also she's wearing Midgardian clothes wow!

[mischiefandseithr]

This Looks Bad | drabble

                                      Okay this is bad…

  Clint stares at the dark curtain of hair which spills over his pillow like an ink stain, and he breathes deep because what else can he do?

                                        This is really bad…

  Relax your posture, s l o w your breathing down…release. He sinks back into the bed a little more, not changing his position from when he wakes until he has calmed the racing of his heart in his chest.

(thumpthumpthump.)

  Please God…don’t make this real.

  Should he be praying to God? Were Asgardians Gods? No. no. They’re aliens from Asgard. He has an alien in his bed – so how did they…well, they were enough like humans, he guessed. Clint’s lips roll inward and he searches the ceiling above him and realizes that he needs to call a roof repair guy because there’s a huge water stain that has rolled from the top of the window and across to his closet.

  His room smells musty…the air is staticy like there’s been a storm and he thinks Oh Fuck…I slept with Thor’s sister. That’s one guy whose family you don’t want to mess with. He can probably smash Clint’s skull between his thumb and forefinger.

                  Like an egg.

                                  I should make eggs. Do Asgardians like eggs?

  Maybe he should just leave and hope that she’s not there when he gets back because this is bad. This is really B A D.

  She stirs beside him and he thinks that it’s already too late. She’ll wake up and see him and he’ll see her for real and he won’t know what to do – because this is really FUCKED UP. She took away his free will. She unmade him….and now she’s lying in his bed and she’s beautiful and the sun is blinding against her pale skin where it paints itself across her shoulders.

  He closes his eyes and presses a hand through his hair and says “ahhhh” in a strained voice, as though that’s really ever going to do anything for him, and when he looks down again eyes the colour of jade stare back at him and she quirks the corner of her mouth at him and he can’t help but return the gesture.

[mischiefandseithr]

Hawksty Pudding Clint

She smiles a little, inclining her head at the thought of him playing with their little boy. Of the sun shining off of his hair when he is illuminated from all sides by the windows of their apartment.

She thinks, too, of his smile, and the way he calls her Kiki in fondness, and his easy going nature...the way that that nature shows his insecurities and fears more often than he'd like.

She can still see the fear he harbours that he'll wake up one morning and she'll be gone again -- a breath of mint on his pillow and nothing more.

"I didn't love him at first. He was convenient, and especially when I became with child. He was a way to stay out of Asgard a little longer. An excuse to keep myself out of the Tower and away from the All-Father and from Thor. But I...at some point I started to love him. At this point, I think that I would do anything for him. He may even be my weakness."

"I don't know how I ever walked out that door the first time around; I still can't tell him I love him."

[mischiefandseithr]

ϟ: For four turn ons regarding your muse.

Your jaw -- which is very strong.

Your arms -- which are not bulky like most of the warriors I know, but sinewy.

Your hands and the way your callouses catch on my skin, in my hair, on the fabric of my clothes.

Your wit.

[mischiefandseithr]

Leave me Then | Drabble

The words are like a knife to her; sharp and pervasive, entering into her ribs and robbing her of her breath. Loki feels sick. "Mom," he rarely calls her anything but 'mother' anymore, and for a moment it gives her hope. It's a fleeting moment, and then her despair returns and takes a more secure hold. She has ever been easily open to despair. He doesn't want her.