Feb 12, 2015
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the-scottfitzgerald.
send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours
Oxlip.
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Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?
“Distance isn’t always a measurable length. One can be in the same room as an individual yet there can exist between them what feels like millions of miles. Yet be that as it may, it hasn’t stopped me from…engaging myself with significant others. Distance is a matter of circumstance and those which have surrounded myself and my beloved were conducive to the parting of emotions beyond the physical separation."
Hydrangea. (college au.)
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Hydrangea: Starbucks order?
He had his two choice addictions already. To add his caffeinated not-so-secret lover to the mix would be as delightful as it would be sinful. Too much of a good thing, perhaps, yet Loki was willing to indulge as he stretched in the late morning sunshine.
"Surprise me." The hiss of the consonants were made visible by the smoke being pressed between his teeth, slipping out in gray strips that rose and twisted as they faded into the air. Yet, in spite of the young man’s nonchalance, left unspoken was still a clear emphasis on wanting his usual: a venti double shot peppermint mocha.
otp meme; frostfitz. ♡
ok but ask yourself this about your otp:
which one hogs the blanket these two are less likely to hog covers and more likely to wrap and curl and coil around each other within said blankets like hibernating rattlesnakes. that’s what these two do and love and live for on rainy spring mornings in france. it is very known.
which one cuts the other’s hair they both have a habit of getting caught up in the whirlwind of their interests be it scott’s writing, loki’s plans for the entire cosmos, or simply both of them being quite literally caught up in each other. and with that being said, i have to insist that it would be scott that cuts loki’s hair after he’s been gone terrorizing all manners of races and creatures and species across the galaxy for information. scott is gentler in that way, after all, and loki really enjoys the feeling of his hands in his hair.
which one makes coffee for the other every morning loki, probably. definitely. when scott goes on writing binges and only joins the god in bed for a few hours before the sun is peeking over the horizon, it’s not hard to understand why loki is the early bird so often. he likes bringing scott coffee. he likes doing a great many things for scott though.
which one picks up the pizza IT HAS TO BE SCOTT OKAY.
which one likes their music on full volume they enjoy their music on full volume together for any number of reasons, individual or mutual. loki likes the patterned chaos that is thrumming baselines, powerful crescendos and patient decrescendos. scott enjoys the gentle swing of aged and golden tunes that remind him of the 40s. and the two of them? they like anything they can dance to together.
which one complains about the crumbs on the bed probably scott, let’s be honest. loki has a bad habit that he’s just never going to kick.
which one is ticklish UGH PROBABLY BOTH OF THEM.
which one sings and which one plays the music they switch. ugh they switch and it’s just…wow.
which one proposes not sure but i’m pretty sure loki sort of covered that already buuut since he likes it then maybe he should put a ring on it.
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Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours.
Five finals, two papers, and one practical in five days would warrant more than just an early night’s sleep but Scott’s too exhausted for even that. That’s why Loki finds him in his dorm and, more specifically, wrapped snugly in every blanket he owns plus one of Loki’s that had been left there. It wasn’t easy but Loki managed to excavate the English major, was welcomed with a smile to his pleasure, and greeted Scott with a kiss—soft as spring rain—before nestling alongside him and settling into a much-needed snooze.
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☃: Kiss in the snow
❦: Passionate kiss
The university sat pretty on a green knoll, the slopes of which were studded with trees that had long since lost their leaves. The winter winds had swept the foliage away, replaced the rich green lawns with dry patches of sepia, but the two of them walked together as if their world was untouchable, unreachable by time or the seasons and the change wrought by both.
And maybe it was.
Fresh powder covered the ground and serpentine sidewalks that fractured the campus into potions was slick beneath their tandem footsteps and every once in a while Scott would slip. It gave Loki pause each time and his green eyes shined in dim evening light provided by streetlamps above and around. He was so often caught up with himself and how highly he thought of the English major that he was so easily ensnared by the simplest, the most human, of actions done by him—intentional or not.
Because on any other given day, whether he was in Scott’s company of not, Loki was blithely absorbed in such things as the constellations in Scott’s eyes, the warm honey that poured from his vocal cords when he whispered, “I’ll see you later.” to Loki who didn’t have class until the afternoon (and who was considering skipping anyway because he was just too comfortable wrapped from shoulder to toe in Scott’s sheets), and other particularly distracting quirks like the way Scott attempted discretion by bunching his comforter near his hips as Loki dressed or the way he feigned humility by pulling his shirt collars up higher than normal.
Yes, it was easy to forget that Scott was blood and bones and viscera just like Loki. It was easy to disregard that fact and commit himself to the belief that Scott was made of sheer and unfathomable perfection. But when Scott’s heel slid and his equilibrium was tossed, finally, completely from the range of “salvageable” situations, Loki couldn’t help but pause mid-stride and glance toward him. And it was a good thing, too.
Because that gave Scott the opportunity to reach for, grasp, and drag Loki down to the snow-covered ground along with him.
“Sorry,” Scott laughed in a huff of breath that formed a cloud between them as they both oriented themselves. Loki’s world was a slanted whirl of color still and both of his hands were against the frozen grass near Scott’s head, his knees near the edge of the concrete. But there was warmth against Loki’s hips. Scott’s thighs? He was between them, Scott beneath him, and he was covering the writer’s body with his own. The snow fell around them both but none touched Scott; instead, it gathered on Loki but seemed to melt on contact. Gods, was Loki running a fever? “Loki?”
The darker-haired student looked up when Scott’s palm fitted to his cheek. It was warm against his skin yet his face still felt hot. Scott was all smiles though and his eyes were gentle and, yes, Loki was lost again, and Loki’s next action wasn’t necessarily a response to Scott asking, “Are you alright?” but kissing Scott was always a viable option in Loki’s mind. So that’s what he did.
He’d blame it on there atmosphere later; maybe chalk it up to the whiskey sours he’d drunk at dinner a few hours prior. He’d find an excuse probably, maybe, but in the moment he stayed and against Scott’s soft lips he pressed his own again and again. Maybe the whiskey wasn’t an option. It seemed not palpable in comparison. Loki was getting drunk off Scott’s kiss.
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Put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.
You looked far too at peace for me to bring myself to rouse you when I woke but, since you’re up now, why don’t you go back to bed?
I will return to you shortly.
P.S. - You certainly do wear those bruises with pride, don’t you?
Domesticity Meme: Loki/Scott
Domesticity meme. Send me a ship!
who cooks normally?
Scott. Deeefinitely Scott. And Loki doesn’t mind this but Loki tends to linger in the kitchen, refill Scott’s wine glass when it gets low, and steals kisses between adding ingredients, stirring things, and setting the table.
how often do they fight?
Not often whatsoever and when they do it doesn’t tend to last longer than an hour. On the rare occasion that they do argue over something, there is never truly any rush to build a bridge and get over it; however, that doesn’t make either of them callous. They’re confident enough in their love for each other to know that this, too, shall pass. Loki will usually find Scott in his study, perhaps asleep with nose buried in the pages of his next novel. Scott usually finds Loki on the patio overlooking the city or in bed faking sleep. As soon as they’re together again, it’s water under the bridge almost instantly.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?
There’s a lot of pining involved. Scott is called away on business, meet and greets, and other author-related things that demand his presence in person rather than the preferred Skype call. Loki vanishes for reasons he sometimes opts to keep to himself, but never does he bring his work home with him; meaning he makes damn sure danger doesn’t find its way to the Brownstone or to Paris. When they’re not together, they think about being together…and count down the days to when they will be once more.
nicknames for each other?
Love, darling, and dear are amongst the top few. Loki enjoys calling Scott his ‘scribe’ and Scott enjoys calling Loki his trickster. I’m sure there are more.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?
Scott. Obviously.
who steals the covers at night?
They share exclusively. They won’t go without touching each other in some way, shape, or form ever. Loki almost always has a hand on Scott and Scott purposefully stays within arms reach of the god always for this reason. In the event blanket stealing does occur, it doesn’t last because the one being robbed simply moves closer. Problem solved.
what would they get each other for gifts?
Wine and rings and chocolate covered strawberries and probably just each other. There isn’t much more either of them want if they can have the company of the other.
who kissed who first?
…………….fuck. I bet it was Loki. But maybe it was Scott. That bar was poorly lit and Loki’s vision was blurry.
who made the first move?
Probably Scott. Damn him.
who remembers things?
They both do regardless of time or place or importance. They remember everything and fear not bringing anything up to each other.
who started the relationship?
Loki? I mean, providing immortality is a pretty big ‘I want you.’
who cusses more?
Probably Scott. God, I hope it’s Scott…
what would they do if the other one was hurt?
Scott would get hot-blooded and red in the face and take a tone in his voice that would make Loki’s heart skip and cheeks to redden and Loki…would….kill everyone.