✢
Send me a ✢ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.
Loki’s eyes expanded, the whites surrounding his green irises more noticeable for only a moment as he leaned against the frame of the door. “Is there any particular reason you thought of coming here? Of all places?" He grinned faintly, but the darkness in his eyes was an inhospitable sort. “You are not staying here."









