#tricksteringreen

[captstarsnstripes]

Hey, lover. (BONUS POINTS IF IT'S VERSE 1. MORE BONUS POINTS IF STEVE SOMEHOW KNOWS ABOUT MARIA.)

Put “Hey, Lover” in my ask for my reaction after a one-night stand with you

Guilt.

Deep, soul-crushing guilt.

That was what was saturating Steve’s being as he stared up at the ceiling, arm over his forehead. He had awoke a short moment before; sore, bitten and scratched from the previous night’s-Well, what else could he call it but “hate sex”. He wasn’t even sure –how- they ended up in bed together. One moment they were fighting, Steve remembered saying something to the extent of ‘He wasn’t sure what Maria saw in him…” and the next moment there had been rough kisses, bites and Loki teleporting them to Steve’s apartment-and it seemed he needed to ask Doctor Strange to update the charms in his home. Steve remembered thinking at the time ‘What would it hurt. Loki was free as a lark, according to –her-‘

But there it was: He was thoroughly, full, fucked (he wondered if he would even be able to move without a limp.-He shot a glare over at the god), and all he felt mentally was guilt.

He had slept with another person’s lover.

His sort-of boss’s lover.

Steve groaned mentally as he closed his eyes tightly. He hoped the night before had just been a dream to add to the others, a change from the usual where he was the one bending the Trickster over. He opened his eyes and the Captain saw the god still beside him in bed. Not a dream. He sighed a little and getting up; he grabbed his pants from the floor and wandered [Limped]out of the room to the kitchen. Coffee- he needed coffee. He decided that he’d bring a mug back to the bedroom for Loki, though Steve desperately hoped the god was gone by the time he returned.

Steve also desperately hoped Maria would never, ever find out about this (though a part of him reasoned ‘what she was going to do. She already claimed she wasn’t seeing the god.’ The sane part of himself told him plenty. She could do –plenty- to him.)

[theladysigyn-archive-blog]

"Darling?" came the muted vocalizations, head cocked a bit. "Is he well? I did not hear him crying..." the god trailed his voice off and slowly moved towards his wife, eyes locked upon his son in her arms.

She brought a finger to her lips. “Shhh,” she said softly, smiling as she carefully paced, rocking him in her arms. “I just wanted to look at him for a while. I still cannot believe he is ours,” she added, looking up at him.

[captstarsnstripes]

The god gave the man a look, visage twisting a bit. “You humans are sick,” Loki growled, keeping his voice low in order to not wake the baby. “Leaving innocent children to die in the woods. Even the foulest creatures across the Nine are not so heartless. You all should be ashamed of yourselves.” His tone scathed in disgust even as he gently handed over the girl to the Avenger, knowing that the human would take care of her.

Steve frowned, adjusting his hold on the child so he could hide her in his jacket away from the chilled air and grumbled back in a low tone. "Hey, I wasn't the one that left her. Don't blame my entire race for what a few people do. We -are- ashamed of those that just leave their kids in trash cans and on park benches. How is it that –you- are the one that keeps finding them, huh?” 

[antoniostarky-blog]

Booted feet carried his leather-bound chassis closer to the inventor, who Loki could not quite tell if Stark had noticed him yet or not. Closer he crept until he was directly behind the mad genius before leaning forward. Cool breath ghosted over bared flesh and Loki whispered, "Good evening, Tony."

Tony’s eyes shot open and he turned his head a little, as opposed to jumping forward completely. It’d been a long time, he having spent a long time in space with the Guardians of the Galaxy, helping them with something that needed his attention. He’d almost forgotten that the god of mischief could creep up at any time. 

"What is it now, Loki?" He said, brushing himself down and trying to look unphased by the jump scare. 

[kissofmistletoe]

"Just let me die."

''No.''

There was a firm assurance there, hidden beneath iron, the rusty metal of a voice that had not been used for years, centuries perhaps. For once in a millennia Baldr worked his dry throat, the sound coming out of it like wood over sandpaper. His lungs moved without need, stirring the dust in the cavities, turning his mouth from an empty cavern to one of the past, regret, lathered with venom.

''Death is too good for you.''

Now doubt the snake believed him some delusional image, a sound and sight borne of madness and deep, all-engulfing agony. The pain was etched clearly on the Trickster's face, not in the closed eyes or the open, agasp lips, but carved with black poison, brooks eroding their way through skin and bone as every poisonous drop rent it's way a little deeper into vulnerable flesh.

For the ghost, the murdered victim that had lost all by Loki's bound, bleeding hands, it was a most glorious sight.

''Suffer,'' Baldr's voice whispered out from the boundary between two worlds, a promise echoing from the depths of Helheim into this physical, torturous world. What did a god have to pray to, in times of need? What could an immortal swear loyalty to if even time did not matter?

For the dead, it was only the living they could pray to. For Loki, there was no-one. For Loki, there was nothing.

And, in that cave, there was nothing but the earth-wrenching screams that sounded like music to the silence of the dead.

[darcylewiscallingarchive]

YOU'RE TEARING ME APART TRICKSTER

[sigynofdevotion]

tricksteringreen replied to your post: M!A: A rock that is not rock finds its way to lay on Sigyn's doorsteps, a warmth radiating from within... it's a dragon egg! Sigyn must hatch and care for the creature.

Trickster just went, ‘oh no’ in my head xD

She's so excited! She's wanted to see a dragon up close and now she has one of her own. Hopefully nothing bad happens XD Though I get the feeling that she probably won't get to keep it for long.

[sigynofdevotion]

M!A: A rock that is not rock finds its way to lay on Sigyn's doorsteps, a warmth radiating from within... it's a dragon egg! Sigyn must hatch and care for the creature.

"A dragon egg?" she said, echoing the Anon. "A dragon egg…" Suddenly her voice caught in her throat and she held the egg close to her chest, spinning in a quick circle. "A real dragon, for me!”