#thread; untitled

[storiesofwildfire]

{ @tenthdxctxr -- continued from (x) }

“Ah, well, y’see… My machine sort of brought me here, I don’t even know where I am, hold on-” He held up his hand and sniffed the air a few seconds before snapping his fingers before staring at the other. “Oh wait! This is Asgard, isn’t it? Oh! It’s been ages since I’ve been here, so if this is Asgard then that means you’re… Loki! You’re Loki aren’t cha? Nice to meet you, I’m The Doctor.”

♔—- Of course, the God of Mischief wasn’t at all surprised that the Doctor knew of Asgard, though his means of identifying the place seemed... odd. Loki could identify scents just fine. His senses seemed to be heightened, even by Aesir standards. A Jotun thing, he assumed, but to identify a planet based on its smell alone? Loki could tell that The Doctor wasn’t a human or an Aesir by his scent, though what he was left him... baffled.

     “So you’ve heard of me.” Whether that was a good or a bad thing, he didn’t know. “It’s... a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m sorry, did you say your name was The Doctor? Are you a healer by nature?” He glanced back at the blue police box sitting off behind the strange man and slowly turned a confused eye back to him. “And this... box brought you here? Almost all of those who pass into Asgard must come through the Bifrost. How is it that this box slipped in without even Heimdall seeing you coming?”

[storiesofwildfire]

          { @inadxquacy -- continued from x }

♔—- He looked down at the bracelet that she pulled from her pocket, examining the fine details. He did love the combination of leather and gold and the gift seemed to be pretty spot on in ways of things he would like, almost as if Laura had known him for years. “It seems you’ve gotten to know me quite well in such a short amount of time, Laura. Thank you. This is such a thoughtful gift, and quite the surprise, too!” He brought his hand up, offering her his bare wrist so she could fasten the bracelet around it. 

[storiesofwildfire]

@raidstombs -- continued from (x) because you said I could and I now want this a lot.

♔—- Well... Lara wasn’t wrong, not really. The man across the room was definitely come on strong. He must have dropped quite a decent chunk of money on all the lavish treats and drinks he sent Loki’s way and he obviously didn’t get the hint that Loki wasn’t interested. Not only had she not bothered to spare him more than a glance or two, she was also firmly planted beside her husband, having a wonder evening out with him. This was one of the rare opportunities that Loki got to go out with Lara in her male visage and Loki in his female visage. 

     Sadly for Lara, he wasn’t the one getting free food and drinks anymore. Poor thing was used to positive male attention and Loki was the one who was used to fending them off or shooting nasty glares at them. 

     “You could always confront him?” Loki offered with that signature mischievous smirk crossing her lips. Male or female, that particular look never changed. “I’m sure if you talked to him, he’d stop, and it worse comes to worst, you don’t have a problem physically defending my honor.”

[storiesofwildfire]

@lxvingdeadgxrl -- continued from (x)

  …He really didn’t grasp the whole ‘sexting’ thing, did he? Bless his heart, she loved him.

[Text: Loki] Nothing is good.

[Text: Loki] I like it when you wear nothing.

[Text: Loki] I am wearing that green and black lace number that you like so much.

[Text: Loki] Want to see? ;)

♔—- He really didn’t grasp the concept of sexting. At all. Not that he’d ever really had another person try to sext him aside from Wynter. She was the only one who had any interest in such things.

Except... that one guy he met at a bar before he and Wynter ever met. Gods, giving him his phone number had been a mistake. The very next morning he woke up with pictures of the man’s genitals all over his lock screen notifications. 

[ text: Wynter ]; You seem to enjoy when I don’t bother with clothing. I rather enjoy it myself.

[ text: Wynter ]; Of course, I’d love to see it. It’s one of my favorites for a reason, you know. :)

[ text: Wynter ]; ... Are you even home?

[storiesofwildfire]

@fandralxthexstabulous -- continued from (x)

“You do have to get up pretty early in the morning to beat me,” he agreed cheerfully as he accepted the box. “I’ve known about Midgard’s Valentine’s Day tradition for a while now, but it seemed particularly apt to celebrate it with you.”

He drew Loki close and kissed him softly before opening his gift. His eyes lit up at the sight of the lovely quill as he picked it up. It fit perfectly in his hand, and it was quite gaudy enough to suit his somewhat extravagant tastes. “Loki, it’s gorgeous!” he exclaimed.

He hoped Loki would like the gift he’d found for him, an elegant little carving of white crystal that looked remarkably like his cat Fanny.

♔—- "I appreciate the thought, Fan,” Loki murmured. “I’d assumed you’d love the concept of this holiday. You’re always such a stickler for being as sappy and romantic as possible and from what I can tell, this is the one holiday that promotes just that.” He allowed himself to be pulled against the slightly taller warrior, returning the kiss before either of them opened their presents. That’s what this was really about anyway, wasn’t it? The love that they shared, not the baubles that they presented one another as a representation of that love.

A soft grin spread across his lips. “I’m glad you like it,” he chuckled. “We both have to do so much paperwork these days, seems only fitting to have a proper instrument for the job. If you’re just tired of writing, it’ll write for you. I have a similar quill in my study but it’s not quite as flashy as this one.” Out of the pair of them, Fandral was definitely more of the peacock type. Loki’s pride and love of gaudy things was a bit less obvious.

His attention, however, turned to the heart-shaped box and he carefully opened it, sure not to ruin the lovely packaging. Inside was a tiny white crystal sculpture that looked just like Fanny. The tiny trinket was heavy for its size as he plucked it from the cushioned box. “Where did you find something like this?” he asked. “This is beautiful and the craftsmanship is nothing to laugh about.” Small, yes, but whoever made the tiny cat put a lot of hard work and love into creating the piece. “I’m sure Fanny will be honored to have a statue of her likeness,” he added as he slipped his arms around Fandral’s neck, hugging him tightly while the tiny treasure remained firmly in one of his hands. “Thank you.”

[storiesofwildfire]

raidstombs replied to your post: ’ She likes your butt and fancy hair. ’

❝When I married you, I just accepted the fact there’d /always/ be thirsty dolts flirting with you. I assume you made a similar peace. So, no – I’m not upset over /that/. The ‘she’ I was referring to was the new maid. I’m fairly certain she kept a wad of your hair that she took out of the shower drain. We should probably terminate her.❞

♔—- “The maid?” He paused, digesting the information. “Really? Since the moment we hired her, I was one hundred percent sure that she was a lesbian. Are you sure?” He’d seen that same maid stare longingly after Lara a few times. Never anything inappropriate, like sizing up her chest or her hind quarters, but just a general admiration that he interpreted as wishful thinking. Who knew, maybe the new maid had a thing for them both?

[storiesofwildfire]

          { @guiltweathered -- continued from (x) }

♔—- "On a scale from one to ten, how offended would you be if I said I did?” Loki asked. “I mean, everyone loves flattery, but with our... colorful history and the fact that I have absolutely no idea what sort of people you’re attracted to, it could go either way.” A small smirk tugged at his lips. “But if you’re selling, I could probably make some arrangements. Have you ever seen Aesir gold before?”

[theharellan]

✧ @dalishfreckles

Precious little in this world feels real. The earth shifts beneath him even when his feet are still and the air tastes stale even in open air. There are moments when he can see the Veil before him, a curtain pulled between himself and reality, drawn back effortlessly by gloved hands.

He does not tremble when they kiss, but his fingers grasp at the loose folds of Ian’s clothes, afraid whatever force had brought them together would soon tear them apart. Desperate, yet hesitant, quick tastes of a reality he is not sure he’s ready for. Always in the back of his mind there is an urge to flee, to find safe haven in a world Ian is too young to remember, but he holds his ground. It was he who had asked that they retire to Ian’s room, after all. The sun had set over the Frostbacks, and Skyhold was lit by candlelight alone when it had occurred to Solas that he did not need to say good night.

Their lips smack as he pulls away, putting a hair’s breadth between them. Heavy-lidded eyes open and Ian’s face swims into focus. “Thank you for allowing me to join you,” he says, his voice barely a whisper across a freckled cheek.

Solas hovers between another kiss and the empty space at his back, head tilting ‘til the tip of his nose crosses with Ian’s.  “I confess, I half-anticipated that you would turn me away.” A courtship that may have lasted half a century was condensed to mere months-- how fast is too fast in a world where everything moves with such ferocity? He forgets the room that lies behind him and leans into a new kiss, shorter and more fragile than the last as Solas remembers his restraint.

When they part once more he puts far more than an inch between them, turning partway upon his heel to take in Ian’s quarters. He’s almost surprised to see a bed, thick with blankets, in the centre of the room, recalling the many afternoons Ian had collapsed across the couch in the rotunda for a few winks of sleep. “I see you’ve settled into Skyhold smoothly, this looks far more like a home than Haven.”