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loki-laufailson replied to your post “Do people tell you that you are as radiant as the sun, my queen?”
No star shines brighter than you, Mother.
"You flatter me Loki." She chuckles.
" ☆. "
"here we go."
Dean flicked a hand through imaginary long hair, swishing it like a diva as he stood uptight, shoulders hunched.
"i’m Loki, you ugly little humans. kneel before me - I have long hair, and a stick up my ass.”
'★'
Send me a ‘★’ and I will tell you how my character feels about yours
"For a friend he does know how to make me smile yet I would go on a stealing rampage with him if he asked." Kelda smiled at the god she waved to him. "God I hope he didn’t hear that."
Hope all is well with you, Miss Fierce. - Tags.- "You’re it! rules are: copy this message to 10 other beautiful blogs who you think deserve this message! keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful! ♥"
Aw, thank you! I've been...alright. I hope things have been well on your end, too. You all give me too much credit.
“A ghost of the past is here to haunt you.”
My character has faked their own death and run away. To find out how they would react to your character appearing on their doorstep one night months later, send me: “A ghost of the past is here to haunt you.”
Dean had heard the news through a few of his fellow hunters, whilst enjoying a beer at the Roadhouse. someone had killed Loki, the Loki, God of Mischief. the trickster's body was found within a desolate forest. whoever was responsible certainly hadn't revealed themselves to the overwhelmingly positive reception.
the hunter knew Jasper wasn't dead. he'd just received a text from that demigod a few moments ago. so that really only left one other person..
"about time," he muttered to himself, ordering another beer.
hours later, Dean made his way back to the Impala, stopping in his tracks as a familiar silhouette guarded his car. the man leaned against the door with a somewhat aggressive stance, his black hair flicking out distinctively, slicked back. his green eyes were bright. malicious.
"enjoying my demise, Winchester?"
"......sonofabitch."
