#tricksareformischief

[thorxdinsonofasgard]

"Are you not exhausted brother?"

“That depends on your definition of tired, brother. Why do you ask?”

[spellmefabillious]

We’re the same force. //

 He was awoken that night by the known, familiar sensation of twitching toes and heated fingers. Body curled up in one of the bus seats, he was suddenly on his feet, eyes wide and lips dry. He knew what it all meant. He knew what it was leading to, his worst nightmare coming to life. It had happened once before, after all. 

 So, he burst out of the abandoned vehicle, leaving behind graffiti-filled walls as he made his dash towards the fields beyond the dump he had decided to occupy this week, into the spacious corn field below the stars, away from every and all living being. He ran, battered sneakers hitting the dirt with urge that made his lungs heave and gasp for air, but he pushed himself forth, harder, faster. He busts into the rows of stalks, continued through blind as leaves hit his face and slashed against his hands. His hand-... They were trembling so hard he could barely keep them up to protect his face. Fingers glowing angry blue, swirls of power seeping through and filling the air around him with cracking, static and ozone, and he knew he will break, that he won’t be able to go on for much longer. He pushed himself until he was in the heart of the field, out of breath and aching, and there, he fell to his knees. And it was just in time, too, as he overcharged, as his body gave off a tremble or two and his muscles tensed, locked. 

 A moment later, lightening struck from his body with swirls of blue wrapped around the edged rays, and it burst through air with his stifled, pained scream, draining energy from his body as it leveled the harvest around him in a wave of unstoppable force. It was a blink, a fraction of a second, but suddenly, he was in the middle of a circle, spreading for yards upon yards around him, burned into the stalks, leaving them behind in ash. There was nothing left behind, nothing that got away from the blast. 

 And Billy was left there, sitting in the middle of it all, exhausted to the point of barely keeping conscious, with a tear slipping down his dirty cheek, leaving behind a trace. At least this time he wasn’t too late.

[iwasmadeforlies]

"Who am I? What am I here for?"

“You are my twin. Another Loki. You are here for your own purposes, and I am here for mine. But, I do believe that we can work together to achieve our goals.”

[thundercontroller]

The morn was calm as the notorious god readied himself for the day, the rays of light not yet able to break through the thick fog that blanketed the snow dusted city. Two poptarts bobbed between Thor’s teeth as a sleeveless hoodie slipped over his shoulders, wasting no time to begin his habitual run as he darted out onto the quiet street. 

With no imminent threat, and Jane held captive by her work, the god found himself with ample time on his hands. He took to quite heavily to travel, exploring this world for all the unusual realms that it had to offer. The first retreat? The township of 'Toronto'.  The territory was expansive, and humming with life, the mortals there friendly beyond compare when one was used to the bitterness that seemed to permeate through New York. Even in the dead of winter, it was a veritable paradise for the Asgardian. The god was more then happy with his modest chambers, the single bedroom living space more then adequate for his month long respite. 

The brisk air flushed the blondes cheeks as he jogged down the local trail, the silence only interrupted by the rhythmic crunch of his boots on the icy gravel. The trail was new to him, never wanting to trek the same location twice, and thus far was only shared with a handful of other joggers. One... One  in particular caught Thor’s eye. The figure was cloaked, about fifty steps ahead, and just off the main trail. The earth trickled to a standstill as recognition hit, stopping the god dead in his tracks. Surely he had gone mad. Surely this was an apparition sent to taunt him.

"Do my eyes deceive me, brother?” He stated loudly, demanding an explanation to any trickery.

[daddyofstarks]

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"If you're here for an autograph, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I'm in no mood for such things today."

[warmachinerockz]

A woman with long black hair and pale white skin approached, her cheekbones high and the rest of her face looked sculpted from marble. She was tall, lean but curved in all the right places. Her pale green eyes searched Rhodey as he stood before her. It would seem that Loki was trying very hard to play and experiment with human customs. He found that men who could not stand before his woman self without floundering were not worth his time. "Colonel Rhodes I presume?"

Did love at first sight still occur in this day and age? If one were to ask James Rupert Rhodes at that very moment, the simple reply would be ‘Hell fucking yes.’ The woman before him was an absolute vision, the icy white of her skin clashing beautifully with those striking peridot eyes. If asking a stranger out to dinner was socially acceptable, he would have done it the moment she walked in the door. However, the colonel was no stranger to gorgeous women, and acting like a savage horndog was not how he rolled. With military stance and a warm smile, he nodded. “At your service, miss. Is there something I can help you with?”

[iwasmadeforlies]

"I know your secret."

Secret Romance Starters

Loki paused and looked at the other casually, though inside he was going through his many secrets trying to guess which one he knew. “Really?” He inquired with a smirk. “And what is my secret?”