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Rolling her baggage behind her, the familiar sight of the green Camaro outside brought a smile on her face. Her tired and slouched step became almost bouncy as she passed through the scattered groups of families and loved ones reuniting after their trips.
On time and waiting with no jacket must have been a foreign site to everyone around, everyone except the two of them of course. Walking up to right in front of him, she scanned him over. It had been quite a while since she had seen him last. He was the same man she loved, the haircut was new.
A hint of a smile could be seen on her face and in her tone, “Loki.”
Loki simply leans to her for the signature peck and kiss he always gave her. Their noses simply nuzzling each other as he faintly smirks his scarred lips. Bending over, he takes her luggage and places it in the trunk of the car; then simply helping her into his car. They departed from the terminal, leaving the environment behind.
A hand gently rests on her leg, briefly giving her a squeeze of affection. "How have you been, darling."
Imagine an AU thread where Loki and Amora fool around behind Seren's back. Its deviously exciting.
Loki and Amora would probably do very light fooling around. Simple touch-and-smile, but nothing excessive. I rather not do anything that will render a main relationship — even if is AU. Forgive.
I am open, although -- for nothing that do not affect relationships.
Your brother misses you.
As I am sure he does. The feeling is quite mutual.
Has this king made any other claims across the nine recently?
Several to a dozen, small but successful in retrospect.
Has any aspect of what the tesseract shown you of your future come true yet?
Destruction.
No, it has not begun just yet. They will, soon.
What haunts you most?
What haunts me the most?
-A long pause, staring straightforward for a moment.-
Some certain things. As to what they are..--
Do you truly think yourself to be deserving of love?
All do, depending. In time, we will deserve and earn it.Or that's what most people would assume.
What do you think?
--
Planning to try to take over Earth again? Or perhaps your future plans involve bigger and brighter things?
Now why would I ever do that?I do believe you have to earn it to know my plans.
[TEXT]: Would you mind picking me up from the airport?
[TEXT]: I don’t really want to take the subway with my luggage
[TEXT]: And I miss you tremendously
[Text]: Of course I can. Give me about ten minutes. Wait at the entrance, yes?
[TEXT]: Terminal 4. Just have to go through customs now. See you soon.
By the time Saren arrives to the entrance of Terminal 4, that familiar green Camaro was sitting there. The trickster, himself, was leaning on the edge of the hood. People were bundled up in hoodies and light jackets to keep themselves protecting from the chilly wind of the night. But him?
A simple plain shirt and pants. And he even got his hair trimmed, looking nearer than what she saw him as last. "Seren."
Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.
"I love you."
"I hate you."
"You’re dead to me."
"I trust you."
"I’m dying."
"I’m pregnant with your baby."
"I never really loved you."
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
[TEXT]: Would you mind picking me up from the airport?
[TEXT]: I don’t really want to take the subway with my luggage
[TEXT]: And I miss you tremendously
[Text]: Of course I can. Give me about ten minutes. Wait at the entrance, yes?
Tom Hiddleston as Loki from Smosh Magazine Issue 2
“Asgard will never know a rival,” She shakes her head as though any assumption to the contrary was a ridiculous one indeed; her shoulders roll back, and she holds herself in a regal posture, spine rigid, “Is my presence something you must question? Would you rather I leave?” All in jest, of course, her fingers linking through one another and setting against the small of her back.
"Of course not."
One could compare, but to them? No. That was ridiculous.
The trickster took several steps to the side, his fingers absently tracing circles and shapes in his opposite palm -- idly occupying himself as he had his company of another. Maybe a smirk might have formed. Or that simple smile everyone remembers. Quiet, calm.
"Your preference to stay or leave is your own choice; come now, Amora."
Bright eyes turn over to her. "I know there is something more for you to be here on Midgard than just the simple curious beings."
#{So here's a little headcanon:#Seren says this everytime Loki leaves. Even though she knows she never actually can go with him.#But it's something she tells him every time and she knows he'll be back eventually.}#Headcanon #{pssst Katie} #talentedmischiefmaker
[sEREN.]