#ladyofasgard

[brutallyxefficient]

I AM FINDING REPLIES FROM LIKE MONTHS AGO THAT TUMBLR NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT!! *sobs* I'm sorry people who think I ignored them... even if you don't care I am still sorry. 

[sciles-destiel-rukio]

I KNOW RIGHT?!

[awwlokino-blog]

+2

"Move, I need to be on the other side of that tape."

[pasteboardplayboy]

Tony paused when he realized someone was approaching, twirling his car keys in his hand. "-- Yes?" 

[peacachx-blog]

[text] If I said that I was wearing nothing but an apron and was armed with strawberries and whipped cream, how quickly would you come into the kitchen?

         "I'm here."  { He might have just ran to the kitchen and be peeping around the corner of the door. }

[contriveroffraud-archive]

Red string of fate

[Leave “Red String of Fate” in my asxbox and I’ll generate a number between 1-77 to see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated]

19; Our muses are destined to new passion.

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Loki watched her as the flickering light from the fire danced across her features–she was lovely, that he could admit. He enjoyed her company…and he was certainly interested in the outcome of his actions. He reached out then, his fingertips brushing against her cheek. Their skin contrasted, like fire and ice; his cool touch likely sending a pleasant tingle throughout her skin.

“I cannot promise you eternal love–or love at all, for that matter..” The aesier says, a strange sense of honesty leaking from his lips. “However…” Loki’s eyes flicker downward to her lips for a moment–before he meets her gaze again.

“I can offer you passion.”

[hawksvane-archive]

Knock knock

5. My character walking in on yours waking from a nightmare.

The road prior to this, paved with blood and injury and dark hours into the night before she'd grown stabilized, had been, well..

..uncertain.

Strange was no longer in the immediate business of medical assistance; emergency situations became the exception, but he'd been far out of practice by the time the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had carried Aldrif into his mansion.

This, though-- this he could help with.

The sight of his patient tossing and turning in the midst of her warm covers had his steps quicken just slightly, a gentle hand came out to press against the Asgardian's brow, a calming gesture that not only touched at the spot of any living being's third eye but also provided the best pathway to her mind.

He wouldn't have to speak loudly; the words were suggested to her through touch and a spark of light, though it was anyone's guess if the method would have as much luck working on an Asgardian as it did a Midgardian.

"Aldrif, you're having a nightmare. Wake up."

[hawksvane-archive]

Claimed (if you don't mind)

13. A kitten

"Fan of cats?"

A brown-with-black-tabby-striped kitten is nearly dropped into Aldrif's lap, and it immediately flounders to explore her and the immediate area.

"I'm unprepared to care for one; it wandered onto my doorstep and refused to leave."