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“Dad,” the small boy exclaimed, practically jumping onto his sleeping father. Loki had apparently came home during the night and while Vali loved and respected his parents and their privacy he had come to wake his mother up and found Loki instead. “You’re here!”

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     “So, you help Thor and those others protect Midgar now?” It seemed strange, but then again since when was anything Loki ever did considered normal? Personally, he’d believe it when he saw it himself. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about it in any case.

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“Look, Aunt May, I can explain okay?” He knew that it might be hard to get her to listen while he was wearing half of his Spiderman outfit, but he could at least try. “Please, let me explain. I know this is a lot to take in, but I promise, I’m not... I’m being as careful as I can be.” 

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     A somewhat  curious look came upon him as he peered to the woman for a second, arms clasped behind his back and head tilting a bit. Atleast she had c u r t s i e d to him, she knew who he was. “ ... I do suppose you stand correct in such a statement. Nonetheless it would do you wisely not to linger into the night... I’ve understood tension is rising between some people. “ 

[humanliedetectcr]

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Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did.

{TXT: Moonlight} You’d tell me if something is wrong, right?

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{TXT: Moonlight} So can I ask about y

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{TXT: Moonlight} I’m glad you found me that night, and not Thor or anyone else.

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{TXT: Moonlight} Please don’t try to push me away again.

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{TXT: Moonlight} I never in my life thought someone would ever actually think I’m worthy of being a goddess.

Error: Message not sent. Try again? No

{TXT: Moonlight} My mother still wants to meet you, you know. Any idea when you’d be up for that?

Message sent

[the-mjolnir-owner]

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Headcanon Questions 

✿: What is your muses favourite scent? “Petrichor, that amazing smell after it rains. Sunflowers, because they were Mother’s favorite and boiling food.”

[humanliedetectcr]

My Muse Is Found Dead It is a violent, bloody, gruesome crime committed by a serial killer that hasn’t yet been caught. Whether your Muse found the body or not, they’ve seen it either by stumbling upon the crime scene or seen it in the press the next day. How does your Muse react? Write me a drabble expressing what they feel and what they do afterward.

The sounds of New York, for most, were inescapable. The honking of cabs, shouts and swears, unidentifiable noises layering to create the hum of the city. Yet, heads turned and people stopped in their tracks to stare up the open window of Verity’s apartment. Screams, guttural and feral sounds of anguish. 

Loki’s hands were red with blood. Cradling his beloved’s still form, red fingerprints spread over her face as he brushed her violet hair from a frozen face. “You swore to me,” his face contorted into fury below a drowning of tears, “you would love me forever, you promised me that!” But he’d made a promise to her too, pledged to extend her life and make her his Lady into eternity. He’d sworn to find a way for his mortal to grow old with him. 

Cupping her face, he pressed a last kiss onto cold lips, deteriorating into tears over her empty form. Whispered testaments of his love for her and prayers for her acceptance into Valhalla left his lips in broken whispers. Choking on his tears, he leaned his forehead against hers, fury overwhelming sorrow. “Whoever did this to you will… I’ll find him for you. I’ll tear his heart from his chest. I will -”

The door creaked.

Reacting in instinct, not stopping to doubt whether her murderer would so soon return, he produced a dagger and sent it straight into the man who’d entered. The policeman’s gun clattered to the floor, and his body slumped against the doorframe. 

Loki stared at the man for a moment, realization of his mistake slowly processing through his mind. Taking a deep, shaking breath, he set Verity against the ground. Her hands he folded over her chest, bloody blue fingers carefully arranging her hair around her head like a crown. Flowers, formerly in a vase on the table, were wrapped by stiffening fingers - the delicate blossoms covered the bloody holes in her chest.

Tears freezing against his cheeks, Loki stepped over the body of the policeman and into the glaring brightness of the hall beyond. Blood covered blue skin, red eyes blurred with furious tears - with so many promises broken, he couldn’t care about this last broken. If he was a monster, so be it, for that which had made him wish not to be was gone… and he had another life to take.