"Loki’s indirect responsibility for the downfall of Asgard,his secondary aiding of the Dark Elves and Kurse, breaks him."
OOC: Hello anonymous friend. I don’t really think it’s my place to say, but I will say she’s okay and I’m more than certain she’ll return, so don’t fret.
I’m looking out for her as best as I can. It’s hard to do with so much distance between us, but I try.
You may borrow my glitter sunglasses if it will give you a fleeting sense of superiority.
Let’s just work a little magic and do a little decorating…..
( X )
its a vicious cycle
Unseen scenes from Thor
2:A steamy kiss.
Instant awkwardness. Of course, it had to be the one twin of which Exile considered didn’t hate him. Biting the inside of his cheek as did he always when feeling anxious or worked up, the trickster stepped forwards to his doppelganger.
"My apologies in advance," he breathed out quickly, before stepping just a half-foot closer. His hand slipped up in behind Frosty’s neck to support his head as he brought their lips together, softly at first, but then growing steadily more passionate. Gently sucking upon the other’s bottom lip, he worked their lips together with ease, adding a few nips here and there. His alternate hand reached out to press flat against the small of the doppelganger’s back, pulling him close so that they were pressed flush up against one another.
Inclining his head to the side just enough to get a better angle, Exile’s tongue ran over the curve of his twin’s lips to ease them open, before delving inside. He ran his tongue up along the inside of his twin’s top teeth, tasting him while doing so, before pulling away with one swift stride.
STOP. This is the police, you’re under arrest for being too cute. Now, put your hands where I can hold them.