#liesmithing

[empathxia]

“You know, the novice healers are always going on about how handsome and charming Thor is,” Sigyn said. Her eyes flicked to Loki's face, only just catching the brief look of irritation there before it was gone. Suppressing a grin, Sigyn continued, speaking as casually as she would if commenting on the weather. “But I cannot say he is the prince I would prefer to spend my time with.” 

Sigyn watched Loki's face until he caught her meaning, smiling at the color in his cheeks. Then she glanced down into her chalice and frowned. “Hm, I’m out of wine.” She walked away to refill her cup but paused to glance over her shoulder, quite satisfied to find him watching her leave. Not bad for a start, and a start it was.

this is everything to me.

[psyclownsis-a-blog]

“-- Hey, yer that guy!”

[avengeresque]

      ➷ liesmithing

      ➷ ❝ Hey there, sir. You doin’ alrigh’? ❞

[empathxia]

Nika: lmfao the oracle rn is just like "SIGYN COME COLLECT YOUR TRASH HUSBAND"

[empathxia]

meanwhile Loki & Sigyn:

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[booiisms-blog]

            She didn't mean to stare. Not really, but her teachings have gotten             so much better that she's getting to the point where she can sense             magic. And it clings to him like vines creeping around a tree. So,             she was curious. Until green eyes cut her way and she nearly spilled             her coffee all over her.

            "----Sorry. Sorry! I didn't mean to stary. I just. I swear I've had a dream             with you in it. And there was a muzzle and some shackles and I totally             saved your life. It was a great dream."

            She was bullshitting, but it sounded better than 'I can sense magic on you.'

liesmithing

[bethegodofgods]

( liesmithing )

Morning was quickly fading into afternoon, the softer tones of the sun taking on bolder, brighter hues making the city all around even more bright----it was almost blinding. At least the gold of Asgard didn't gleam so annoyingly. And not for the first time, the God of Thunder found himself homesick.

Fingers tapped against the brick wall behind him, blue eyes on the matching sky and lost in thought. Thor was aware that people were whispering, that they were pointing ----he was a known figure in this world now. Even in mortal garb. And yet, they kept their distance.

For that, he was grateful. And for the moment, he was content to stand and watch. A sentinel on his guard.

[avengeresque]

          ➷ liesmithing

           ➷ He had to admit, this definitely was not one of his cleanest jobs.

           ➷ ❝ Uh... S'rprise? ❞