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Soulmate Prompts: a collection of prompts about different soulmate scenarios inspired by different media. Send in a prompt/symbol and I'll write out a soulmate scenario for our muses!

[RED STRING | 🧶] Our muses are tied together by a red string of fate that is only visible to them.

[GLOW | ❤️] A glow appears from your chest when you first meet your soulmate.

[WORDS | 👂] The first words your soulmate speaks to you is written somewhere on your body.

[NAME | ✍️] Your soulmate's name is written somewhere on your body.

[INITIALS | 💬] Your soulmate's initials are written somewhere on your body.

[SIGNATURE | 🖋️] Your soulmate's signature is written somewhere on your body.

[WRITING | ✏️] Everything you write on your body will appear on your soulmate's body as well.

[DREAMS | 💭] You and your soulmate are capable of visiting each other's dreams.

[COLOUR | 🙈] The world is black and white until you make contact with your soulmate.

[BIRTHMARK | ❄️] You and your soulmate have matching birthmarks.

[TIME | ⏱️] Everyone have timers on their wrist that hits zero when they meet their soulmate. The time can fluctuate (go both up and down in time) depending on their soulmate's behaviour.

[NUMBER | 🔢] Everyone is born with a unique number on their skin that matches their soulmate.

[COUNTER | ️⬆️] Everyone is born with a counter on their arm that goes up every time you pass by your soulmate.

[FLOWERS | 🌸] Flowers bloom on your skin whenever your soulmate is nearby. This stops when you touch your soulmate for the first time.

[SCARS | 🪡] You and your soulmate share scars.

[SONGS | 🎶] Songs sung by your soulmate gets stuck in your head.

[TASTE | 🍽️] You can taste what your soulmate is eating/drinking.

[TRUTH | 🫢] You cannot lie to your soulmate.

[HARM | 🔪] You cannot harm your soulmate.

[FOOTPRINTS | 🦶] Your soulmates leave coloured footprints only you can see.

[COMPASS | 🧭] Everyone is born with a compass on their wrist that leads to their soulmate.

Loki had returned from a walk at a nearby park, dressed in a smart overcoat with a scarf peeking out from underneath. He probably would have fared just fine in the blustery weather in little more than a shirt and pants due to his Jotun heritage, but walking about in the dead of winter without proper attire tended to attract attention. The elevator opened onto the main floor and he entered with the intention of brewing himself a cup of tea before retiring to his room. He had thought the main lounge would be empty by now, but he was mistaken.

He’d seen the bots and assumed Tony had let them out to wander while he worked away in his shop. Evidently, Stark had decided to join them, sitting in the dark room lit by the glow string lights. Loki raised his hands in response to the man’s startle, indicating that he hadn’t meant any threat. “I hadn’t realized you were here. I thought I was alone, I was going to- Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter.” He lowered his hands in favor of unwinding the scarf around his neck. “Why were you sitting alone in the dark? Surely, you’d like a light on?” He inquired.

musesforthedamned

Tony relaxed only barely, one brow still cocked in suspicion even as the drink steadied in his hand. Loki. Because of course it was Loki. Who else would show up unannounced, looking like a damn Scandinavian Vogue model after a brisk walk through a blizzard, talking like he hadn’t just startled Tony halfway into cardiac arrest?

He let out a breath, dragging a hand through his hair and then leveling a look at him over the rim of the glass.

“Jesus, Reindeer Games, you tryin’ to shave a few years off my life?” he muttered, though there was no real venom in it. Just worn sarcasm, frayed at the edges.

Tony leaned back into the couch again, eyes flicking briefly toward the bots, who had both retreated to a respectful, if slightly sulky, corner, and then back to the prince of ice and smug commentary himself.

“Didn’t know I had roommates,” he said dryly. “I figured you’d disappeared to go curse someone’s figgy pudding or seduce a choirboy or whatever it is you do to ring in the season.”

The corners of his mouth twitched like he wanted to smirk but couldn’t quite commit. The drink wasn’t helping, or maybe it was. He swirled it absently, then took another sip, motioning vaguely at the space around them.

“Sitting in the dark seemed more honest,” he said, voice quieter now, rougher. “Light makes it look like something’s happening. Like this isn’t just an empty tower with a very judgmental tree and two robots that are one sugarplum short of a psychotic break.”

A beat. Then, he gestured toward the bar with a flick of his fingers. “Help yourself. Unless you have cursed figgy pudding in that coat, in which case… keep it to yourself. That stuff’s a war crime.”

He let his head rest back against the couch cushion and closed his eyes for a second, just a second… then cracked one open again to glance sideways at Loki.

“…You know, I actually forgot you were still here,” Tony added with a hint of a smirk. “You’re very quiet for someone so full of himself.”

Another sip. “But I guess if anyone knows what it’s like to haunt a place, it’s you.”

Loki listened quietly to Tony’s sharp quips and sarcastic remarks, all while removing his jacket and beginning to go about brewing the cup of tea he intended to make. He had grown used to the chatter and barely dulled barbs Stark threw his way, but this time, Loki felt that perhaps Tony’s words might be hiding something more vulnerable. A soft chuckle passed his lips upon the remark that he was conceited. “I suppose it takes one to know one, although I quite thought I had been improving on that front. Being selfless and helpful and all… Afterall, that’s the whole reason Thor kept me here. I thought the worst of him at first, but I’m starting to see his reasoning.” Loki admitted, eyes focusing more on the task of scooping tea leaves into an infuser than meeting Tony’s gaze.

Stark’s last statement cut a little deeper, though. For all his efforts and attempts to be helpful, to make amends, the shadow of his past misdeeds loomed large and, apparently, weren’t far from memory. He wished nothing more at this moment than for his water to boil faster and to be able to retire to his room, the discomfort of facing his own past actions and realizing that, for some, daily amends still wouldn’t heal old wounds. Everything about him read just a little bit tighter and more strained before he spoke, “If you prefer your own company, I will leave you to it in a moment. Perhaps I’ll go off and do whatever it is I am wont to do. Seduce a choir boy, as you so elegantly put it.” In truth, if he were to leave, the tea would go cold and untouched on his desk as he attempted to distract himself through reading or other pursuits.

#musesforthedamned

musesforthedamned

The tower was too damn quiet.

No JARVIS greeting him with sarcasm. No Avengers crashing into walls. No explosions- well, none that weren’t under control. Just the hum of the arc reactor and the soft clink of ice in his glass as Tony Stark stood in the middle of his high-rise mausoleum of genius, gazing out over a frostbitten Manhattan painted in blinking reds and greens.

“Happy freakin’ holidays,” he muttered under his breath.

The tree (yeah, there was a tree. Pepper insisted on it weeks ago) stood off to the side of the lounge like it was waiting for someone to notice it. Tastefully decorated, symmetrical as hell, perfectly color-coordinated, and cold. Like it had been put there for a catalog shoot and forgotten.

Tony raised his glass in a mock toast. “To ghosts of Christmas past,” he murmured, voice just this side of bitter. “Here’s to shitty memories, silent towers, and pretending not to care.”

He tossed the scotch back in one practiced motion and sighed through his nose, walking slowly toward the couch, but stopped short when a small, mechanical whir cut through the air.

U trundled into view wearing a tilted red Santa hat on the end of his claw.

“…You’re kidding.” Tony blinked.

DUM-E rolled up behind, bumping into U like a dopey reindeer, sparking slightly as if it were scripted. Together, the bots blinked up at him, hopeful in their own glitchy way.

Tony let out a breath that turned into a chuckle. He sank into the couch and ruffled the top of DUM-E’s claw, then nudged U’s arm affectionately. “You’re lucky I’m emotionally stunted and drink too much, or this would be touching.”

The bots beeped and whirred in response, close as family ever got for him.

Another pour. Another drink. Another minute of quiet.

Then? Footsteps.

Not mechanical. Human. Behind him.

Tony turned so fast he nearly spilled the drink, heart lurching into his throat, eyes sharp and alert as he whipped around to face the sound.

“…Who the hell?”

Loki had returned from a walk at a nearby park, dressed in a smart overcoat with a scarf peeking out from underneath. He probably would have fared just fine in the blustery weather in little more than a shirt and pants due to his Jotun heritage, but walking about in the dead of winter without proper attire tended to attract attention. The elevator opened onto the main floor and he entered with the intention of brewing himself a cup of tea before retiring to his room. He had thought the main lounge would be empty by now, but he was mistaken.

He’d seen the bots and assumed Tony had let them out to wander while he worked away in his shop. Evidently, Stark had decided to join them, sitting in the dark room lit by the glow string lights. Loki raised his hands in response to the man’s startle, indicating that he hadn’t meant any threat. “I hadn’t realized you were here. I thought I was alone, I was going to- Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter.” He lowered his hands in favor of unwinding the scarf around his neck. “Why were you sitting alone in the dark? Surely, you’d like a light on?” He inquired.

#musesforthedamned

@trust-my-glorious-purpose asked: [ 02 ] sender comes to receiver for help with a wound they swore they could take care of alone. - for Steve?

INJURIES + AID. add +reverse as needed, or specify extra details! | accepting

Steve almost drops his drink when he sees Loki. He catches the scent of the blood and puts his drink down, hurrying over to the other. "Damn, Loki. What happened to you?" He asks, looking at the wound and then up at the taller male. He reaches a hand out to get a better look at it. "Come sit down, i'll get the first aid kit." He says, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. "You can tell me how this happen, if you'd like."

The pain from his reopened wound is almost strong enough to distract him from how embarrassed he is to be asking Steve for help, especially after he had told the Captain that he could handle it on his own with his magic. No matter what Loki tried to do to get the wound to heal, it seemed to keep reopening or even refusing to seal all together. He had started to wonder if the weapon with which he had been struck was imbibed with a curse or some sort of potion that had been rubbed on the blade. He shuffled to the couch, movements stiff and quick, in a way that made clear his urgency and pain. He kept a hand pressed tight to his abdomen, right over his stomach. Blood could be seen on his hand and shirt, the fabric around where he was applying pressure slick and damp with blood.

“I’ve been trying to care for it since the last battle we were in. I’ve been doing everything in my power for a week to get it to close, but the damned thing seems insistent on bleeding me out.” He removed his hand briefly to lift the shirt above the wound so that Rogers would be able to see the extent of the damage. The quick flash of the wound showed it was deeply irritated despite all of Loki’s attempts to clean or fix it. “I’ve tried magic and medicine alike and it holds for a few hours at best. Suture and thread melts away as if it’s being disintegrated. I’ve cleaned it thoroughly many times and it returns to the state it was before my cleaning as if I hadn’t done a thing to it. I’ve been trying to study if there was a curse or something of the kind laid on the flesh, but I’ve gotten no clarity on it.” He spoke frantically, detailing his all the avenues he had pursued thus far.

“I know you told me to get it looked at, but I thought I’d be able to handle it alone. There haven’t been many wounds I’ve received where it can’t be treated by my own medicines or seiðr.” Loki looked exhausted, as if he’d spent many sleepless nights trying to solve the problem he faced. “I need more assistance than I can give myself while I try to find a solution.”

#protectxthem

@trust-my-glorious-purpose asked: “ and I quote ! ” for Steve or Tony

send me “ and I quote ! ” and i’ll write a little starter based off of the prompts given by the incorrect quotes generator. | Accepting

"You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss? Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way." Tony shrugs slightly, sipping at his glass of alcohol.

"Granted, I only tried it once with a new young cop. He didn't know who I was, so I gave him that. But I should try it again to see if it'll work." Tony lowers his glass and moves around his little bar counter and towards Loki, grinning at the other.

"So are we about to kiss?" He teases with a chuckle.

Loki had practically stormed into the room from the elevator, pacing over to the countertop with a heated pace. The vigor with which he moved and the stormy look cast over his face would have been enough to send most people seeking out a different room. In most cases it was best to be out of the way when Loki was in such a livid state, if you didn’t fall to his sharp tongue and harsh words, it might be to one of his blades. However, he stood absolutely confounded at the words that left Stark’s mouth. It wasn’t just the words, but the nonchalant and unbothered manner in which he approached. For the moment, he forgot the reason he had been so vehemently upset.

“Are you quite serious?” His tone was incredulous. Loki was quite disarmed, though, and rather than continuing with his tirade, he instead settled for pouring himself a glass of something strong and taking a sip. “You really should reconsider your de-escalation tactics if that’s the best you’ve got.”

Tony heard Loki before he saw him, and he could tell the other was in a mood and someone had hell to pay. Tony started to talk to try and throw the other off, and it worked. Tony was proud of himself; he'd do and say almost anything to throw others off, as long as he didn't have to have a conversation with them.

"Really? Because I thought it worked. I mean, it distracted you from whatever was bothering you." Tony's eyes shift to watch the Trickster move around to pour himself something to drink. The human just smirks at him from behind his own glass of alcohol. "Okay, I'll bite. What's got your undies in a bunch? Or if you don't wear any, what's got your cape in a bunch?"

#protectxthem #I’m going with the vibe that Loki is serving his time in service to earth rather than sitting in jail on Asgard #he’s acclimated quite a bit but he’s disgruntled with how his progress is being viewed

“I often wonder if you have the capability of filtering your thoughts or if you speak every uncouth thing that filters through your mind.” Loki snipped back. He was considerably less irate than before, but the sharp edge in his words hadn’t lessened any. Still, he took a breath, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts before gave word to what was on his mind. “I hold council with the courts of law in Asgard on occasion as they wish to hear details of how I am fulfilling my time in service to Midgard. It is a condition of the agreement that kept me out of the dungeons, but every conversation with them feels as if the conditions for my freedom have a new stipulation or the goals are moving further and further out of my grasp.” His hand tightened on the glass, whitened knuckles a sign of his mounting frustration.

“I am not blind to the reason I am in this position and I believe it just that I fix the grievous harm that I inflicted, but at times this feels as much a prison as if I had been sitting locked up in a cell. It seems there is no end or escape in sight.” Clearly his most recent conversation with the justices of Asgard had not gone well in the slightest. “Surely I have made some progress? I am not the same man that I was, but it feels like they still see me as a monster.”

@trust-my-glorious-purpose asked: “ and I quote ! ” for Steve or Tony

send me “ and I quote ! ” and i’ll write a little starter based off of the prompts given by the incorrect quotes generator. | Accepting

"You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss? Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way." Tony shrugs slightly, sipping at his glass of alcohol.

"Granted, I only tried it once with a new young cop. He didn't know who I was, so I gave him that. But I should try it again to see if it'll work." Tony lowers his glass and moves around his little bar counter and towards Loki, grinning at the other.

"So are we about to kiss?" He teases with a chuckle.

#protectxthem #omg i love that #Loki coming in all hot and having the wind taken out of his sails by that #to Tony’s credit though: that worked out a lot better for de-escalation than Loki thinks it did

Loki had practically stormed into the room from the elevator, pacing over to the countertop with a heated pace. The vigor with which he moved and the stormy look cast over his face would have been enough to send most people seeking out a different room. In most cases it was best to be out of the way when Loki was in such a livid state, if you didn’t fall to his sharp tongue and harsh words, it might be to one of his blades. However, he stood absolutely confounded at the words that left Stark’s mouth. It wasn’t just the words, but the nonchalant and unbothered manner in which he approached. For the moment, he forgot the reason he had been so vehemently upset.

“Are you quite serious?” His tone was incredulous. Loki was quite disarmed, though, and rather than continuing with his tirade, he instead settled for pouring himself a glass of something strong and taking a sip. “You really should reconsider your de-escalation tactics if that’s the best you’ve got.”

mcflymemes

"I'M NOT SURE I CAN TRUST YOU" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

you remember the last time we did this. it didn't go well.

i told myself i'd never trust you again.

you're not very good at keeping promises, are you?

i thought we agreed to work together.

you're the reason i'm in this mess in the first place.

the last time i listened to you, it nearly got me killed.

i guess i don't have a choice.

you're my last hope.

this isn't going to end well.

i stuck out my neck for you once, and look what happened.

you could have told me the truth from the start.

you're a pretty slimy character.

you don't exactly exude trustworthiness.

i can't believe i'm listening to you again.

after everything that happened, i can't look at you the same.

you betrayed me.

how am i supposed to trust you again?

i put everything on the line for you, and you betrayed me.

i'm not taking orders from you.

how do i know you won't stab me in the back?

i promise you, it won't happen again.

you don't have a good track record of keeping promises.

that was bullshit, and you know it.

this time, you can trust me.

they told me what happened last time.

i won't make the same mistakes they did.

keep telling yourself that.

every time i trust you, it comes back to bite me in the ass.

that was the worst lie i've ever heard.

you're a shit liar.

you're not getting anything from me.

i'm not risking my life to save you, that's for sure.

you're talking out of your ass.

i don't believe a word you're saying.

you're full of bullshit.

that was the biggest lie you ever told.

and to think, i trusted you once.

i'm such an idiot for thinking i could trust you.

i'll never look at you the same again.

that was an awful trick.

did you mean to do that?

had i known what you were up to, i never would have agreed to this.

once again, you lied to my face.

they warned me not to trust you.

after all the things i've heard about you, i'm not sure where i stand.

you don't exactly have a very trustworthy face.

you look like a liar to me.

you won't hold up your end of the bargain. you never do.

why did you trick me?

#repost for the morning crowd #ooc #ooc post #ooc: tbd

Hey, all!

Just wanted to pop in and say that this blog and @burnedbxnesrumlow are still active and that I do check in on them for any new activity. But: I don’t really have any active threads at the moment with anyone and it could be nice to change that. I’ll throw up some starter memes at some point and if you have any interest, throw something my way! Additionally, I have my starter meme tag for Loki here and for Rumlow here.

Hey, all!

Just wanted to pop in and say that this blog and @burnedbxnesrumlow are still active and that I do check in on them for any new activity. But: I don’t really have any active threads at the moment with anyone and it could be nice to change that. I’ll throw up some starter memes at some point and if you have any interest, throw something my way! Additionally, I have my starter meme tag for Loki here and for Rumlow here.

#ooc #ooc post #ooc: tbd

rpmemes-galore

my muse has been injured / fallen ill, but is too stubborn to stay in bed and recover… send me ‘ 🤕 ‘ for my muse’s reaction to yours forcing mine back into bed to rest, and nursing them back to health against their unruly will

send ‘ 🤕 reverse ‘ for our muse’s roles to be reversed!

Loki's eyes burned slightly from staying awake through the night, he blinked a few times when Brock finally stirred from sleep. He was mildly surprised by the gentle words and the hand that came to caress through his hair, but it wasn't unwelcome. Loki enjoyed feeling the gentle attention after Brock had coldly ignored him last night. The attention was short-lived, however, as it seemed Brock hadn't initially realized who was kneeling at his bedside. Once he had, the coldness that Rumlow showed as he revoked his hand and turned to go about his day had Loki's chest tightening. Had he done something wrong by simply being there? Why was his Commander acting as if he wasn't there? These questions were further reinforced as Brock pointedly walked around Loki, not even close enough to accidentally brush past him as he moved by.

Feeling dejected, Loki went to the living room while Brock showered, his eyebrows knit together in deep thought. He stood by the kitchen island, waiting patiently for Brock to finish washing up. When the man exited the bathroom, Loki was greeted with the scent of his shower products billowing out from the steam and the vision of poise and control that Rumlow exuded. Loki's eyes wandered over Brock as he entered into the living room, taking in his perfectly set hair, the fresh set of clothes that fit him so well, and the sense of power he held as he walked over to the Soldier. He watched with concealed interest and wonder as Brock got right up into the man's space and took note of how the Soldier seemed to melt for his touch. There was something in the back of Loki's mind that felt covetous of the display he was seeing between the two men. He wanted Brock's attention, the Soldier received it so freely and he couldn't help but want the same.

He was shaken out of his thoughts by the Commander's voice, it was sharp and cold and it was directed towards him. Rumlow spoke of food and it occurred to Loki that he wasn't aware of the last time he had eaten, his stomach growled quietly to reinforce that point. "Yes, Sir. I'll behave." He answered. Loki figured that Brock expected him to follow, the pointed snap and directing towards the door told him as much and so Loki moved, following the two men quietly.

He could not miss the lost puppy look on his face as Brock outright ignored him in favor of the Asset but he really couldn't help himself. The disappointment and betrayal was still a sour taste in his mouth every time he looked at him. There was a battle of contradictions that was happening inside his mind, one of his own feelings and on the other hand, seeing how changed Loki was now and maybe he truly did not remember anything at all. But how sure could Brock be of that. And once betrayed, it was nigh impossible for someone to get the same treatment as if nothing happened. This, somehow only made Brock more angry and wanted to lash out at Loki and his polite submissiveness. Fuck that shit. Maybe it wasn't that important to him, to the Aesir.

The Commander was lost in thought as he entered the cafeteria and after the two were inside, he didn't even notice how hard he slammed the door behind him and everyone stopped to look at him for a moment but he didn't care that all eyes were on him. He took his breakfast first and sat at a table in the corner, far from the other's, obviously not in the mood for chatting. The soldier followed him quietly and copied his gestures, picking the same food and went to sit quietly beside him and started eating. It was food. He shouldn't let it go to waste but just as he was about to take a bite, Brock stopped his hand. It was as if he finally woke up from his thoughts, "Nah, can't eat that. Go ask for your morning shake." The soldier's mouth was filled with saliva and put the sandwich down, his face looking as if he was about to weep but got up nonetheless and went to ask for his special meal.

Brock's eyes rose and locked with Loki's. A fire was alight within them as if he was devouring him on the spot. And bit down on his sandwich, hard.

#kingcrossbones #missed you!!! I hope you are doing well :)

Brock was quiet once again as they made their trek to the cafeteria, this silence from his Commander was something that didn't sit well with Loki. He didn't know what was going on and he couldn't help feeling that the man was upset with him somehow. They entered the mess hall and it felt like Loki could sense the raging storm of his Commander's bad mood swirling around him like a physical tempest. He was starting to expect the slamming of doors that came with Rumlow's disgruntled moods, though he still noted the way some agents jumped from the unexpected noise. He kept his eyes lowered and followed behind both Rumlow and the Soldier. He was like a shadow, trailing them through the line of prepared food and beverages.

Loki didn't grab anything for himself, it hadn't been expressly stated that he could and he really didn't want to try his Commander's patience. It made him wonder if the Soldier had been given permission as he watched the man picking up similar items to Brock. He said nothing, though, and followed the two men to a table. He had another moment of uncertainty, watching the Soldier sit at the table right next to Brock, was he allowed to do the same? Before he could make a decision on where to sit (or kneel), he was drawn to the interaction between Rumlow and the Soldier. He saw the look of disappointment and despair the Soldier had at being told he couldn't eat the food he picked out.

His eyes flitted between the Soldier's retreating form and the food he had left behind. When he went to look at Rumlow, he found the man already staring at him. Those hard eyes seemed to burn through him and Loki almost hesitated, but he spoke up, voice measured and polite. "May I sit and eat with you, Sir? If the Soldier is not allowed to eat this, I could make sure it doesn't go to waste." He glanced once more at the abandoned tray between them before looking at his Commander. There was a sincerity about the way he spoke. He was trying to connect with the man, hoping for the chance to be brought back into the fold.

rpmemes-galore

just for fun, send me “SMACK” for your muse to just punch mine in the face. go on, do it! what’s the worst that could happen…?

"They don't know you're awake yet. Stay down."

Loki had briefly started to sit up, but the harshly growled whisper to stay down kept him in his place. He was all for keeping himself alive and safe and if this man's tone was anything to go off of, it would serve him well to listen. His green eyes were focused intensely on the man next to him, "Who is 'they' and why are you helping me?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper to avoid arousing the attention of the other people in the room.

@kingcrossbones

The only authority that the soldier had was to keep the Commander safe, not to order the stranger or tell him what to do but he did think of a few options, his eyes a little wide as a strange sense of panic started forming in his mind. "You can sleep too. But not leave. Only bathroom. My orders are to keep the Commander safe, so, whatever you do, don't hurt him." the soldier explained the best he could. But he also knew the handler probably better than anyone and from the depths of his mind, sometimes memories would bubble to the surface and as he looked at the sleeping man, the soldier added absently "He doesn't mind, as long as you're honest." the voice sounded blank and even, spoken by something inside him that had blank eyes and had his eyes fixed on the Commander, but the moment the soldier blinked, it was gone.

The soldier stepped back and went back to the couch. He had a good view of both of them and if something was to happen, he had the rifle in hand and whatever speed the stranger was capable of, he doubted he was faster than his bullets.

Loki, unfortunately, felt no greater sense of direction after the Soldier had told him what he could do. He didn't feel tired, although, if he received a maintenance dose of the sedative in the next few hours, that might change. "I won't hurt him. I don't want to hurt him." He reassured. "He speaks as if I've hurt him before, but I don't have any memory of doing so. He doesn't trust me." Loki pondered on that for a moment until he noticed the Soldier's blank look. The one bit of wisdom he espoused was the same thing that Brock had told him. Honesty above all else. What caught Loki's attention, though, was the way the Soldier seemed lost for a moment, staring ahead with no clear motivation.

The other man blinked and then he seemed to come back into himself. Loki watched him return to the couch, green eyes inquisitively watching the way he moved. Loki remained where he was for a while, considering what he should do. He finally decided to just kneel beside the couch as he had seen the Soldier do earlier at Brock's lap. Loki settled onto his knees, resting his butt on his heels with his hands calmly placed in his lap and he waited. He stayed like this through the night until Brock woke up, barely moving an inch the whole time.

At some point Brock was aware of someone speaking but was so tired and couldn't bother to wake up and see what happened. He had trust in the soldier and that if something happened he'd handle it or do his best to wake him up, and since none of those things happened, he slept.

Some hours later, Brock shuffled and groaned, looking through squinted eyes and seeing a head of dark hair at the side of his bed, reached out, his hand gently caressing his head, "Hey there, sweetheart," and as he opened his eyes fully, blinking the sleep away, he realized that it was not the soldier as he previously thought and took his hand away, as if he did something wrong, "Oh... Didn't know it was you," he grunted and got up, eyes looking straight through the doorway at the soldier and smiled, nodding. The soldier said and did nothing. Brock didn't expect him to and got up.

"A'right, play nice while I take a shower and we'll go grab some breakfast," he announced as he got up from the bed, careful to avoid Loki and took a few clothes with him as he got in the bathroom. Some time had passed before he got out, smelling good and with clean clothes on him, his hair neatly combed back and just a few stands strategically out of place, curling over to his temple. He went straight over to the soldier and looming over him, cupped his chin and looked into his eyes. The soldier's eyes widened and almost melted into the touch, an odd image seeing the winter soldier, his gun in hand, melting like that under the attention of the handler. "Are ya tired, baby?" and the soldier shook his head, Brock patting him on the shoulder to get up and finally turned his eyes to Loki, cold, indifferent, "You don't behave, you don't get to eat. Got that?" and with a snap of his fingers, pointed to the door.

#kingcrossbones #Loki being like 'I want what he has' about the Soldier and Brock #he's not jealous per se #he just wants that attention too XD

Loki's eyes burned slightly from staying awake through the night, he blinked a few times when Brock finally stirred from sleep. He was mildly surprised by the gentle words and the hand that came to caress through his hair, but it wasn't unwelcome. Loki enjoyed feeling the gentle attention after Brock had coldly ignored him last night. The attention was short-lived, however, as it seemed Brock hadn't initially realized who was kneeling at his bedside. Once he had, the coldness that Rumlow showed as he revoked his hand and turned to go about his day had Loki's chest tightening. Had he done something wrong by simply being there? Why was his Commander acting as if he wasn't there? These questions were further reinforced as Brock pointedly walked around Loki, not even close enough to accidentally brush past him as he moved by.

Feeling dejected, Loki went to the living room while Brock showered, his eyebrows knit together in deep thought. He stood by the kitchen island, waiting patiently for Brock to finish washing up. When the man exited the bathroom, Loki was greeted with the scent of his shower products billowing out from the steam and the vision of poise and control that Rumlow exuded. Loki's eyes wandered over Brock as he entered into the living room, taking in his perfectly set hair, the fresh set of clothes that fit him so well, and the sense of power he held as he walked over to the Soldier. He watched with concealed interest and wonder as Brock got right up into the man's space and took note of how the Soldier seemed to melt for his touch. There was something in the back of Loki's mind that felt covetous of the display he was seeing between the two men. He wanted Brock's attention, the Soldier received it so freely and he couldn't help but want the same.

He was shaken out of his thoughts by the Commander's voice, it was sharp and cold and it was directed towards him. Rumlow spoke of food and it occurred to Loki that he wasn't aware of the last time he had eaten, his stomach growled quietly to reinforce that point. "Yes, Sir. I'll behave." He answered. Loki figured that Brock expected him to follow, the pointed snap and directing towards the door told him as much and so Loki moved, following the two men quietly.

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"They don't know you're awake yet. Stay down."

Loki had briefly started to sit up, but the harshly growled whisper to stay down kept him in his place. He was all for keeping himself alive and safe and if this man's tone was anything to go off of, it would serve him well to listen. His green eyes were focused intensely on the man next to him, "Who is 'they' and why are you helping me?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper to avoid arousing the attention of the other people in the room.

@kingcrossbones

The only authority that the soldier had was to keep the Commander safe, not to order the stranger or tell him what to do but he did think of a few options, his eyes a little wide as a strange sense of panic started forming in his mind. "You can sleep too. But not leave. Only bathroom. My orders are to keep the Commander safe, so, whatever you do, don't hurt him." the soldier explained the best he could. But he also knew the handler probably better than anyone and from the depths of his mind, sometimes memories would bubble to the surface and as he looked at the sleeping man, the soldier added absently "He doesn't mind, as long as you're honest." the voice sounded blank and even, spoken by something inside him that had blank eyes and had his eyes fixed on the Commander, but the moment the soldier blinked, it was gone.

The soldier stepped back and went back to the couch. He had a good view of both of them and if something was to happen, he had the rifle in hand and whatever speed the stranger was capable of, he doubted he was faster than his bullets.