Jun 22, 2014
"Oh—how interesting."
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"Oh—how interesting."
...Did they really suggest /my daughter?/ I doubt that Victor wishes to visit the realm of the deceased again.
DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT I WISH AND DON'T WISH TO DO.
MAYBE AFTER A FEW COSMOS I FEEL LIKE VISITING THE REALM OF THE DECEASED FOR A BIT, WHAT OF IT?
Oh Victor, truly, why do you deny such truths? Those who hide behind a grey mask cannot harm you nor judge you, if they are too afraid to come out and speak for themselves. And why should they judge their king for indulgence? So go on then; tell them what occurred during my stay. -Loki
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT.
6 have found Sigyn!
"Hello there!" Sigyn called out, her basket of embroideries heavy on her arm. She was just coming home from a craft fair, having not sold much. A smile was on her face, however. She sold some, and that was all that mattered.
It was getting to be night, and she still didn't know her way around the town so well. It was only by chance that she happened upon another passerby. She blushed slightly as she approached. "You do not happen to know where Appleby Street is by chance, do you?" she asked shyly.
"Are you planning to be wed, Agent Coulson?" Loki inquired, raising an eyebrow and grinning. "This truly is a surprise. I suppose I should congratulate you, aye?"
"I am." "Then I suppose I should thank you, right?"
Claimed. ((And I'll do yours after I finish this eviL PAPER I AM DOING))
Put “Claimed” In My Ask Box And I’ll Generate A Number Below. NSFW Version
4. Own me tied in bed naked for one night.
"Oh mun, don't do this to me...." *Sigh* "Fine. I suggest using silk ribbons to bind me. They're quite difficult to untie."
//forget papers, be a stripper (and don't ever take advice from me xp)
+the-would-be-king
Well, hey there. I'm Meg. What can I do for ya?
Take Me//the-would-be-king
There had been speak with the mortals about a person- who they called 'The Doctor,' or ' a Time Lord.' Upon interest, Loki asked what such a thing was, and was immensely pleased with his answer.
Apparently, a “Time Lord” was someone who traveled though time in a big, blue machine called a T.A.R.D.I.S., fighting many enemies. So, of course, Loki took a liking to the idea. He wanted to witness such power for himself- or better yet, harness it.
So, after many, many hours of extended research, Loki located the woman that some believed to be “The Doctor.” He scrolled through information and pictures (how very dull she is, he thought.), digging deeper and deeper until he stumbled across her address.
—-
Loki was finally thanking himself like he said he would when he bought some Midgardian clothes, because on a rainy September day, he found himself at “The Doctor’s” house. He wore a simple blue v-neck shirt and black jeans, his hair groomed and a silver watch around his wrist.
He swore he could pass for a mortal.
After knocking upon the door, he was greeted with the now-familiar face of the suspected woman, a look of confusion on her features. “Hello, Ma’am,” he started, sounding polite as possible. “May I come in?”
Hours later, he found the clock striking 5 p.m., eyes flashing over to the woman who had her back turned against him.
Standing as quietly as he could, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his silk blue cloth, taking it out and spreading it over his hand. When he reached her, he grabbed her waist from behind and pulled the girl against him, pressing the cloth to her face. It took but seconds before she passed out, going limp in his arms.
He stumbled out of the house with her in his arms, all but tossing her into the back of his car.
She would awake later with ties around her wrists and ankles, lying on the floor in an unfamiliar kitchen. The man she had met earlier was standing at the stove, preparing something unknown to her. “Tell me, Aurora,” he spoke, grin evident in his voice.
"Why did you not tell me you were a Time Lord?"
Aurora should of seen it coming. She didn't know what she was thinking. The man seemed so nice when she invited him inside of the home that belonged to the Doctor. Even though she didn't know about him, she wanted to be nice with him and show him around the house and offer him a cup of tea. It was only when she turned her back, that was her biggest mistake. She struggled and screamed as the cloth was placed over her mouth. And then everything went black.
When she finally woke up, her vision become foggy. Trying to regain it's clearness. As it cleared, she could see the same man standing over him. But the man she knew that was polite, was now a completely different person. The dark grin showed that different personality.
"What.." She tried to sat up from the kitchen floor, realizing that her wrists were tied behind her back, along with her ankle. "What's the meaning of this?!" She asked directly at him, struggling. Demanding answers to why she was here. "Let me go!!"
At his question, she froze. Her eyes glanced up at him. Glaring at him. "What do you want with me?" She asked, not answering his question.