Journey Into Mysterious Territory

miss-azura:

greeneyedhooligan:

miss-azura:

greeneyedhooligan:

miss-azura:

*twirls and dances in her room, singing to herself* 

Hey can I join you? *at the door, waving at Azura from the threshold*

Sure! I don’t mind! *grabs the little Loki and dances with him* :D

*Grabs her hands and they spin around fast, laughing* Say what song is this? It’s super nice.

It’s… the song of my people? It’s old fashioned, I know. *laughs and twirls as she cautiously avoids on stepping on his foot* Say! What kind of song do you like, Loki? 

I really like the song of your people then! * he laughed. he beams up at her when she asks about his musical tastes* What music do I like?? I like….

SKRILLEX.

• 16 Oct 2012
• 8

miss-azura:

greeneyedhooligan:

miss-azura:

*twirls and dances in her room, singing to herself* 

Hey can I join you? *at the door, waving at Azura from the threshold*

Sure! I don’t mind! *grabs the little Loki and dances with him* :D

*Grabs her hands and they spin around fast, laughing* Say what song is this? It’s super nice.

• 16 Oct 2012
• 8

miss-azura:

*twirls and dances in her room, singing to herself* 

Hey can I join you? *at the door, waving at Azura from the threshold*

• 16 Oct 2012
• 8

Some time later…

hammerandrage:

greeneyedhooligan:

hammerandrage:

assgardianwarbabe:

hammerandrage:

assgardianwarbabe:

*waking up from her drunken stupor, Gen finds herself still in the body of a boy, hangover  pounding on the inside of her skull like a drum and vomit crusting on her face and clothes. She felt like shit.*

“THOR! Thor! Your brother took my body and has ran off I know not where! THOOOOOOORRRR!”

*Thor had been raging a large portion of the day, trying to find a way back to his own body. Sure, he could still access his power. But if he put the hammer down, he was just Tony Stark. Far too small and weak for his own tastes. He’d done his time as a mortal, this was unnecessary.

But then he heard the voice of the child version of his brother. Crying out his name. And he stopped, seeing the mess on the floor. Not quite understanding what had been said or what exactly was happening here.*

…are you ill?!

*She pushes off from the ground on unsteady legs, hand moving up to grip at her head, blinking a few times to focus her eyes. The room was brighter than it needed to be, though it was sparingly lit, and the floor swayed underfoot. Standing had sent all her blood rushing to her feet, and balance became more an option. As a result, she stumbled headfirst into who she presumed to be Tony, though she’d only seen him in pictures here and there. Hands clawed at the first thing they could reach (which happened to be Tony’s shirt) as she fought to stay upright. After deciding that standing was no longer an issue, she looked up at the man curiously, face scrunched in concentration.*

You’re not… Thor.

He caught the child as he stumbled, gripping him tight. Previously, young Loki had seemed so very light, weighing barely anything at all. But now… He needed to be weak of this form.

“I am he, in spirit and mind. What has happened here? Are you feeling unwell?”

Hello, Mr. Stark.

*Loki had wasted no time in… exploring the newness of his female body. A good 3 hours were spend in front of the full body mirror in the main bath, doing what any other teenage boy would have done had they a woman’s body for a day. Which he did have, so elaborating on what he had done with it is redundant.

Afterward, he’d found his way into Peper’s closet, trying on dresses and jewelry, deciding which combination of both made his form look sexiest. It was the best game of dress up in history. 

What he wanted to try next wold be a brilliant trick: seduction. Fool one poor sap into believe he’d just gotten lucky with a beautiful woman before revealing himself. Of course this would only work if he successfully seduced someone he already knew. But it would be fun nonetheless.

And so he stumbled upon the back of Stark’s head and thought ‘What the hel.’ He leaned against the nearby wall, arranging is limbs in the most irresistible way imaginable, before adress the other man.*

*Something wasn’t right here. Something was very much not right. He slipped an arm around Kid Loki, trying to lift him a little better off the floor, trying to get him off to a bath so he no longer reeked of vomit and… alcohol? 

He didn’t respond to the name, as he wasn’t accustomed to it. But when he turned to drag the child out of the room, he saw her. Standing in the exit. But the way she dressed. Her complete ignorance to the situation.*

….Lady Gen?

*Heels clicked on the tile floor (It had taken him quite a while to learn how to walk in them, but he’d gotten the hang of it), the liquid movement of his body cutting an attractive shape in the soft light. Once close enough she wrapped elegant fingers into Tony’s shirt, just above the arc reactor, looking up at him through painted lashes. *

I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Stark. What say you we put the child to bed, and you and I get to… other business.

*The child meanwhile, drooled into Tony’s side, groaning in obvious discomfort.*

• 15 Oct 2012
• 12

Some time later…

hammerandrage:

assgardianwarbabe:

hammerandrage:

assgardianwarbabe:

*waking up from her drunken stupor, Gen finds herself still in the body of a boy, hangover  pounding on the inside of her skull like a drum and vomit crusting on her face and clothes. She felt like shit.*

“THOR! Thor! Your brother took my body and has ran off I know not where! THOOOOOOORRRR!”

*Thor had been raging a large portion of the day, trying to find a way back to his own body. Sure, he could still access his power. But if he put the hammer down, he was just Tony Stark. Far too small and weak for his own tastes. He’d done his time as a mortal, this was unnecessary.

But then he heard the voice of the child version of his brother. Crying out his name. And he stopped, seeing the mess on the floor. Not quite understanding what had been said or what exactly was happening here.*

…are you ill?!

*She pushes off from the ground on unsteady legs, hand moving up to grip at her head, blinking a few times to focus her eyes. The room was brighter than it needed to be, though it was sparingly lit, and the floor swayed underfoot. Standing had sent all her blood rushing to her feet, and balance became more an option. As a result, she stumbled headfirst into who she presumed to be Tony, though she’d only seen him in pictures here and there. Hands clawed at the first thing they could reach (which happened to be Tony’s shirt) as she fought to stay upright. After deciding that standing was no longer an issue, she looked up at the man curiously, face scrunched in concentration.*

You’re not… Thor.

He caught the child as he stumbled, gripping him tight. Previously, young Loki had seemed so very light, weighing barely anything at all. But now… He needed to be weak of this form.

“I am he, in spirit and mind. What has happened here? Are you feeling unwell?”

Hello, Mr. Stark.

*Loki had wasted no time in… exploring the newness of his female body. A good 3 hours were spend in front of the full body mirror in the main bath, doing what any other teenage boy would have done had they a woman’s body for a day. Which he did have, so elaborating on what he had done with it is redundant.

Afterward, he’d found his way into Peper’s closet, trying on dresses and jewelry, deciding which combination of both made his form look sexiest. It was the best game of dress up in history. 

What he wanted to try next wold be a brilliant trick: seduction. Fool one poor sap into believe he’d just gotten lucky with a beautiful woman before revealing himself. Of course this would only work if he successfully seduced someone he already knew. But it would be fun nonetheless.

And so he stumbled upon the back of Stark’s head and thought ‘What the hel.’ He leaned against the nearby wall, arranging is limbs in the most irresistible way imaginable, before adress the other man.*

• 15 Oct 2012
• 12

assgardianwarbabe:

hammerandrage:

*Anyone around Stark Tower will notice that a certain Thunderer is in much better spirits today than he has been in weeks. 

Even when finding out Loki had escaped. Again. He asked if anyone was injured and pointed out that Loki came back. He didn’t even seek any punishment for Loki’s actions. 

In fact, it was such a laid back day for him, that it wasn’t until mid-afternoon that he emerged from his room. And he proceeded to prepare food for everyone. 

If asked about his change in mood, he was disinclined to give specifics. Though one Lady Gen had been seen earlier, coming out of his room, wearing his teeshirt.*

*She had taken the shirt without preamble or permission. If asked about it, they’d be answered with a smile and a simple ‘It was a gift.’

Apologies will have to be exchanged sometime during the day with Witchie for having to politely decline the offer to room at their base. Of course, with the explanation that she has been invited to remain at Stark Tower. Who had made the offer, she would very conveniently forget to mention. Though there really wasn’t much need to point out the obvious. 

Privately, she wondered about young Loki. Where had that boy run off to anyway? It was never a good idea to leave him unattended.*

* Aforementioned young Loki was sitting atop the fridge in the kitchen, demolishing a bag of cookies someone had forgotten about. He fiddled with a StarkPhone he had NOT stolen from the local device shack, thin legs kicking idly over the edge.

Bored was never a good place to be for a young god of mischief, and he wondered on what would come next. His brother was better now. That was good. A visit was in order, and then…

He would take to exploring all the tech in this building. Stark was sure to hoard a cacophony of mechanical wonders somewhere, and he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to tinker with them.

In the meantime, he’d just settle with all the porn videos he’d found online, the images flashing across the tiny florescent screen.*

• 12 Oct 2012
• 12