*dyes all your clothes green*
Clint frowned, before turning to the kid that was obviously responsible. "What the hell?"
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*dyes all your clothes green*
Clint frowned, before turning to the kid that was obviously responsible. "What the hell?"
*dies hair yellow and red* "Now it matches your suit!"
"You are somewhat familiar. Have you ever asked me for an autograph or something?" He refused to comment how ridiculous was the hair.
*sews red hearts all over shirt*
Clint walked into his apartment to find one of his shirts covered in little red hearts, the culprit still present. "What the hell d'you think you're doin', kid?"
Loki runs up to the woman and hugs her tightly. His shoulders shake as he does so. His face digging into her side as he doesn't want her to see his tear filled eyes. His body shivers, but he does not say anything as he continues to hold her.
Brow knotted together as she looked down at her son. She pried him off her, kneeling down so she could look at his face. She stroked his face with her thumb gently. "What is wrong, little one?" she asked softly. head tilting to the side.
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Kid Loki. She'd read about him, it was a fairly different file than his elder self's. "Loki, right?"
{ 5 Loki's }
Fandral took in a breath of surprise at the sight of the other. "Loki.." he breathed, the true emotion of what he might be feeling or thinking hidden in his features.
"Since you are named after a Black Wido, does that mean you sleep with random men, become preggers, and then kill the man?"
"Well damn. You’ve figured out my technique, whatever shall I do?"
She looked entirely unimpressed by the attempt to get under her skin and she regarded the boy with a deadpan worthy of Buster Keaton.