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masksandmenace
Do goblins bleed green?
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You know, these disappearing acts of yours are getting very old.
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If there is one thing of which Loki's acutely aware, it's that she looks stunning in red, and this can be used to her advantage in almost all social situations.
It's of particular use when she materializes in Norman Osborn's limousine, already with her arm hooked in his and their fingers entwined on her thigh. For all the startle and spite he's undoubtedly going to stir, she's ineffably calm. God forbid he ruffles her, after she's gone through all the trouble of coiling her hair up so nicely—though, if he ruffles her elsewhere with a little more exposure, that might be permissible.
"I thought you might need a date," she announces mildly, hardly even looking at him, trying to peer out the window at the city lights. "It's not right to attend these kinds of things alone, you know?"
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send me a 😍 and i’ll find a picture of your muse’s faceclaim that i really like
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‘ You are like -- literally the last person I want to see right now. ‘
Damnit Norman, Karla will up your dosage!
Seriously Norman just because you fucked up your baby doesn’t mean you’re allowed to fuck up anyone elses.
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Whenever someone was personally called to Norman’s office, it only meant trouble. For them, for others. And now, Mac was in trouble. He had a hunch why, but he was insistent on playing dumb at first. See how far it gets him. Besides, it was a shitty casino. He walks into Norman’s office like he doesn’t have a single clue on what’s going on, and distastefully plops himself in the chair provided. Arms crossed, legs crossed, his whole body leaning back and sliding ever so slightly... it seemed to be as if he was too relaxed.
“What’s up, Norman?”