Cross the Line
Imagine Loki pulling a prank on you. He scares you with the thing you told him you fear the most, and when you get so crossed with him you start giving him the cold shoulder, he grovels to you, begging you to forgive him.
Loki knows about your fear of mice. Oh he does, you made sure of that early on in your relationship, even before it developed into something romantic. Knowing his reputation as a trickster, you’ve warned him about what happens when you get near or see a mouse or anything that resembles it. He has had the good sense to not play any mice related pranks on you, or near you.
You’re not aware of his curiosity, however. At least, that’s what he claims what it is to himself as he stuffs a rubber mouse under your pillow. Loki smiles as he straightens your pillow. This isn’t about play pranks, no – it’s about seeing a new side of his lover.
Imagine trying to get a stubborn Loki out of bed in the morning. You try everything: you open the curtains - he screams; you toss open the duvet - he flails around. When you kiss him unexpectedly, however, his eyes fly open.
You woke up an hour ago to the bright sunlight streaming through your windows. You had stretched lazily and smiled fondly at the sight of Loki, his torso bare as he slept on his stomach, the sound of his rhythmic breathing filling the room. You had gotten up, made yourself a cup of coffee, and sat by the window to admire the glorious day.
Now it is time to wake him up, you decide. The day is too beautiful to be wasted. Still in your robes, you walk back into your bedroom and sit down on Loki’s side of the bed, gently pushing his hair away from his face. You take a moment to admire this god, and appreciate the fact that he is yours and you are his. You think back on last night, when he had made sweet sweet love to you…
"Loki, darling?" you coo. He mumbles in his sleep and turn his head. You stifle your giggles and put your hand on his bare shoulder. "Loki, wake up. It’s a beautiful day."
Imagine a miniature version of your icon riding around in your pocket and giving you good advice.
becoming older than 10 years old was the biggest mistake of my life
- Me: *in serious discussion with bf*
- Friend: *starts playing Zendaya- Replay from back of classroom*
- Me: I hate you.
I hate math tests because all throughout the unit it’s like really easy shit and then you think you’ve got it and then the test is like
if I throw a triangle out of a car and the car is going 20 mph and wind resistance is a thing that exists, what is the number of pancakes that can cover the sun multiplied by the number of cupcakes pedro can buy with one human soul changed into millimeters