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 how disappointed am i gonna be?  |  @nidthoggr liked this

   “I’m getting a message from the Avengers... That wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with you, would it?” 

[xenovair-archive]

 `*・° ★    &.   STARTER CALL    //      NOT  ACCEPTING   !

                                                     How  strong  can  you  really  be....   everyone  still  died  .           As  soon  as     ill  fated     words  were  voiced  ,   their  fate  was  sealed  .   Immediately  &   intensely  does  she  glow  a  brilliant     furious     red  ,   the  blues  of  her  eyes  taken  over  by  a  white  glow  as  she  stares  ,   a     guttural  growl     springs  forth  ,  murderous  glare  not  wavering  for  even  a  moment  as  hand     shoves     against  their  chest  .   The  movement  itself  backed  up  by  a  loud     crack  ,     sending  the  god     hurtling     away  from  her  ,   landing  in  a  flurry  of  dirt  &   complaints  .   It  was  enough  to  sate  the     starving  ferocity     within  her  ,   the  intoxicating  fervour   of  giving  in  to  baser  instincts  replaces  snarl  with  a  self  satisfied  smirk  . 

                                             Slowly  ,   measured  steps  toward  him  are  taken  ,   daggers  unsheathed  &   at  her  side  ,   slowly  twirling  between  fingers  with  practiced  finesse  .            ❛   Does     that     answer  your  question  ?   Because  I  am     more     than  happy  to  give  another  demonstration  and  then  another  after  that  if  you  are  truly  as     ignorant     as  you  look  .   ❜           //      @nidthoggr   !

[qwilll]

❛    y'know ,  you'd be a hit at birthday parties .   sing a song ,  do a trick ,  pull balloons out your ass .    ❜  

he's here on official business   ...   somehow .   while Rocket sat a few cells down hatching an escape plan ,  Quill was neighboured with one whose name floats through the galaxy more often than  STAR - LORD .   an enviable feat .    

❛   heard you went to Terra a few times .    ❜  

@nidthoggr    /    s.

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give a snek a Smooch pls

 FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS JUST ONE MORE  |  @nidthoggr 

   He leans in, pressing a soft kiss against the trickster’s lips. There’s no lack of familiar passion between them, but the slow, tender touch is entirely too gentle compared to their usual rough, punishing treatment of each other. The billionaire can’t help himself though; it’s been so long since he’s had this, since he’s had Loki. It’s pathetic how easily he opens his heart to the other, how this one simple action so obviously holds all his feelings towards the god. The words are there— I’ve missed you; I love you —- though they never pass the billionaire’s lips. No, he’s too busy trying to pour the sentiment straight past Loki’s lips, into the other’s very core. 

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   “You know what my favorite thing about this new suit is?” he hums, firm grip on the trickster’s wrists tightening. The helmet disappears as the billionaire leans in, lips ghosting over the god’s throat followed by the scratch of his goatee. The moment drags before teeth suddenly strike flesh and Tony’s hips press forward, nanotech armor peeling back just enough for the engineer to grind his arousal against the other. “I don’t have to take the suit off to tease you,” he mumbles against skin, further pressing Loki’s body against the wall. 

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   “Loki...” the engineer warns, “Don’t you dare---” his breath catches in his throat, teeth biting into his bottom lip to stifle himself. 

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“ be a good boy and deal with them, why don’t you ? ”

 Hypnosis Sentence Starters  |  @nidthoggr​ 

   Steely-faced helmet slips over resolute features as the billionaire smoothly replies, “My pleasure.” And oh--- what a pleasure it is; serving Loki is a privilege, one that Tony enjoys wholeheartedly despite the cruel actions he’s asked to carry out. 

   There was once a time when he would have fought tooth and nail to stop the trickster. When he would have preferred death to subservience. When the thought of harming others turned his stomach and the resulting guilt ate him alive. But the god was quick to squash those feelings, those errant thoughts inside him. There was very little left inside the former hero that continued to fight against the other’s influence. 

   And even then, the resisting voice at the back of his head can’t help but crave Loki’s attention, his approval, his praise. 

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   It’s a heated moment, though the other probably isn’t feeling the same kind of heat as the billionaire. But oh--- there’s a delicious pressure against his throat, strong grip restricting his airway making the act of breathing just difficult enough that he can’t fill his lungs. It’s enough to make his pulse race, blood rushing downwards to make his already tight pants uncomfortable. The words come out before he can even process that this is NOT the time or place for that, a near desperate gasp, “--- HARDER, DADDY.”