"Hello, Hello, Hello!" Audrey said with a beaming smile as she entered her office and saw people standing around. "What can I do for you lovely people?"
tony decided to take a big walk, he really needed to think about what was happening. Everybody was running everywhere to buy christmas gifts and such but he didn't even have a family or friends to celebrate christmas. He was turning a corner when he walked into Loki. " Hum hey. What are you doing here, alone in this cold temperature ? " Tony thought for one second that he saw a flash of sadness in Loki's eyes.
"Alone? Cold Temperatures?" Loki said, raising his eyebrows. "It's practically everyday life for me, Stark.” Loki eyed him suspiciously and slowed his walking to a stop. He'd been out for a walk, nothing important for him. He had tried celebrating Midgardian traditions such as these holidays, but never could get to practice because he didn't have friends. It was as simple as that. “I should ask you, Mr. Stark. Why are you out in cold weather, alone?”
1. The meaning behind my URL It's pretty obvious, don't you think? Speaks for itself, I might say. No, but honestly, I just needed something witty and Avenger-fandomed to change my old dull url and Ella was just so kind to help me out. And I love it! Thank you, Ella!
2. A picture of me I'm gonna do you one better, I'm gonna give you three pictures, since there are three separate people to have requested that. (I am not to be held responsible for whatever mental damage this may cause.)
First one, the one when I'm actually quite pretty, mostly because a friend of mine is a good photographer:
Next one up, the one where I apparently eat your soul out with a spoon...
And the last one, where I look like what I actually look like, meaning bored, tired and ugly as hell.
4. Last time I cried and whyFive minutes ago because LOKI FEELS AND LEVERAGE AND PARKISON FEELS AND ASFJALKSJF;LAKJSFASDJKL
6. Favorite BandTwo bands, as requested by two... Uhh. Nightwish and Sonata Arctica, I suppose. I don't think Glee cast counts as a band.
16. Favorite movieSeriously? No way I can choose one! NO WAY UH-UH DON'T EVEN
18. PhobiaUhh, phobia of getting hurt. In any way. It's really just that whatever happens, if my weird-ass overgrown imagination pops out with a scenario of me hitting my head against something or exuding blood, I start screaming in the finest soprano of all. This especially applies to situations when there are wasps/bees/anything-with-a-sting in the room or when someone lifts me without any warning... Although I won't let out a single sound if there are people I don't know or people I don't like around, because I subconsciously hide my weaknesses from people I don't trust. Okay, I think I'm gonna shut up now.
The Tesseract changed (bitchslapped) Loki into Lady Loki when Thor tried to take him back to Asgard, and was flung back to earth. (I have a whole other mini-drabble about that stuck in my head currently.) At the time of my writing, only Tony knows that Loki is there, a woman, and feeling the beginnings of remorse and regret for everything that has happened. Seriously, my brain is weird. This has been in my head since chatting with a follower about fanfiction and if I'd give writing it a try.
He kissed her, roughly. She pulled back and glared at him. "How dare you? How dare you touch me?"
"How dare you like it?" he quipped.
"You are insufferable. Leave me be."
He smirked, "Where do you go when you're done 'taunting' me?"
"What concern is it of yours?"
He rolls his eyes. "Well, seeing as I actually look forward to our little 'chats', it'd be nice if they were less, uh, random."
"I fail to see.."
Rolling his eyes again, "Yea, no kidding. Look, I don't know 'why', ok? Only that it matters to me. I'd like to know."
"I scurry in the dark, hidden. It matters not where. I have no where else to.."
"Stay with me.
"What? Stark.."
Shaking his head, "We had an agreement.."
"Fine. Tony."
He drew his finger along her jaw, and cupping her chin, hovered his lips above hers.
"Stay." lips barely touching
"Stay with me." kissing her gently.
Tears appeared in her eyes, on her cheeks.
He was surprised. Was it possible? Had no one ever truly cared this much for her? Knowing full well what she had done, what she was capable of. Wanting to care anyway.
"Please sit. Give me a second, don't go. Not yet."
He got a bottle of water and a glass from the kitchen.
"They'll turn on you."
He could hear it in her voice. Rather, he could hear it noticeably missing. Anger, hate, rage.. All that was left was the pain.
Her tears were still falling, letting the pain go. Accepting. Showing the vulnerability that was always there.
"They'll turn on you. Your friends. They won't understand what you've done. What you're doing now.."
He sighed at her, knowing she was right. Of course she was. "I know. And I don't care. Stay with me. Just stay. For a while longer."
He wrapped his arm around her, kissed her temple and breathed in the scent of her hair. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Tony.."
"Shhh. It's alright."
He woke up stiff. Falling asleep on the couch always did that to him.
She was gone.
"Dammit..."
He noticed the small green scarf folded neatly on the table, and smiled.