Journey Into Mysterious Territory

#…omg #it really is Kid Loki

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 18:23:12 -0500

snkt: homovikings: hip-young-beamslinger: I have lost all the...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 01:53:07 -0500

homovikings:

hip-young-beamslinger:

I have lost all the ability to can.

#OMFG #THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER #LOKI’S FUCKING PHONE #IS PINK#AND HE TAKES AWFUL SELFIES #OF COURSE HE WOULD #Just REMEMBER#THAT THIS IS ADULT LOKI’S MIND IN A KIDS BODY AND ITS TEN TIMES FUNNIER (via siege-loki-problems)

Also he has a little Thor on top of his mobile.

Assgardian War Babe: megstarkindustries: assgardianwarbabe: megstarkindustries: -He doesn’t...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 18:27:22 -0500

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-He doesn’t like seeing her like this. He didn’t like seeing any of his operatives upset like this, but this was so out of blue for Lady Gen. She is supposed to be brave, outspoken, spirited. He barely recognizes the…

-He slouches forward slightly and lowers his brow at her warning. His eyes fall to the floor and hie hands wring one another. He looks conflicted, frustrated, but worried. He just barely murmurs his reply.-

“I know.”

-His eyes snap back up to her when he hears her labored breathing, however soft it is, and her attempts at reassuring him or maybe even herself. His various sensors are picking up more and more physical abnormalities in her and he frowns deeply. He pushes down his frustration of his missions and scoots closer towards her on the couch.-

“You are not fine. Miss Gen, what has happened to you?”

It is a long while before she speaks again, from inability to collect her thoughts, her mind drifting slowly downwards, growing murkier as more time went on. She felt her body tremor, but only distantly, as though it were not happening to her at all, but to another who wore her face. It was so cold now…

When at last she found her voice, it was soft,and she thanked the stars he was so close; her voice would have been lost to the silence otherwise.

“I’m falling, M4. Like a stone into a well, forgotten…perhaps it is true what they say, about gods: I was a proud asgardian goddess, brave, powerful, and now look at me. A God that fades to myth, then to memory then to shadow then to nothing…they are forgotten, and their powers lost. That is what they say, of gods forgotten… they cease to be.” Her eyelids grow heavy, and she quickly loses the fight to keep them open. She is just plain losing.

“To answer your question: I’ve slipped poison into my drink,” is all she can manage before tipping forward, muscles slackening before becoming ridged again. She is falling, tumbling down a dark well, hitting the jagged walls along the way, the sharpness of the stone slicing her skin, ripping her to tiny slivers. She is drowning in that cold, cold water, falling further still, and there is so much fear…

Her eyes burst wide open, body curling and bending with convulsions, enough to make her scream but no sound passes her lips.

“M4,” she gasps desperately, like a fish pulled from the water,”The child,must see, the child.”

-He waits in the silence with a baited breath that he doesn’t have. She is sick. Very sick. His optics dart all over her as he tries analyzing the virus, so he can figure out now to cure it.-

-He tenses as she begins her rambling speech. He stares at her face in a mixture of fear and disbelief. The self doubt he heard, loathing, even. He doesn’t like where this is going. It sounds familiar.-

-He nearly jumps out of his seat when she confesses to poisoning herself. He can’t help but bark out in his exasperation.-

“Gen!”

-He starts and leans forward to catch her before she goes crashing to the floor. He tries to wrap his arms securely around her for support and to still her. He stares at her in a mix of emotion and can only shake his head quickly in disbelief.-

“No! Stay with me, Gen! What can Loki do? How can he help?”

Loki was there in an instant, never really having left the room at all. He’d seen this coming. He was at her side, hands hovering just above her arm, unsure of what to do. She was so pale now, body shivering as shock took hold, strands of hair sticking to her damp brow. His eyes were wide with concern, and looked between Vinnis and Gen, hoping to find an answer.

“Child,” she called him, voice sounding raw, and her hands reach up to tug on the stone around her neck, pulling it with a snap. Her hands shake as they blindly reach for Loki, seeking his fingers. “Give this to Thor,” she said, dropping the stone into his open palm, “Give this to your brother.”

A bitter little smile stretched his lips. His brother… clutching his fingers one by one around the stone, he wondered briefly if he would be as Loki had always been; unchanged and malevolent. He tossed the thought around in his head a moment, deciding it unlikely. He was chaos, and therefore an agent of change. It was in his nature to never be constant.

“Be good,” she continues, and he kneels closer so she wouldn’t have to strain herself. Her hand moves to his cheek, cold now and trembling with each breath she takes. It’s awkward, her body at an angle in M4’s arms. “Go now, you mustn’t see…” she doesn’t finish, fingers moving over his cheek as if to ask forgiveness. Tears streak her cheek, wrap over the bridge of her nose. He understands.

Gently, he pulls away her hand, folds it carefully against her chest, and looks up at M4 with determination to set this right. He stands and leaves without a word.

Bundles

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 11:44:26 -0500

assgardianwarbabe:

She’d instructed JARVIS to pass their new address to Thor when he had need for it.

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[txt] Miss you BFF. I would like to "hang-out" before I leave. Would you come to the base one evening? Watch some SPG videos with me? -Sylvia

Sat, 01 Dec 2012 21:45:59 -0500

[txt] I’ll see you tonight then my BFF!

The Poptart has Arrived!

Thu, 29 Nov 2012 05:00:11 -0500

jack-frosted-poptarts:

Sup?

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Sup Frostman, I’m Loki. Wanna have some fun?

(( a prediction of events ))

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 14:46:03 -0500

(( a prediction of events ))

[txt] I have some good news and some bad news for you BFF -Sylvia.

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 20:58:54 -0500

[txt] Hit me with it BFF i am ready.

Send me a dirty message on anon, and if I'm too embarrassed to post it, you win.

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 21:16:44 -0500

bifrostedflake:

I dare every last one of you to try and embarrass me.

sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: -She pauses the pink...

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 23:16:53 -0500

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-She pauses the pink lights in her cheeks popping up again. He thought she was radical? She smiles shyly to herself, as she finally locates the bandages. Maybe she’d finally found a friend in her own universe. She loved her t-420 friends but they were always so far away. She turns back to him, smiling softly at him-

“I’m very glad to have met you Loki, we’ll be friends. Maybe even…BFFs?”

-The pink flickers in her cheeks and she quickly asks to cover her awkwardness.-

“Do you like music?”

“Definitely BBFs!” he said, extending his pinky out towards her. He didn’t miss her blushing and thinks she looks particularly adorable when she does.

“Yes! I love music! Especially this one band, Steam Powered Giraffe! They’re singing automatons they are so cool! I met them in real life, you know.” he tells her.

-Her eyes brighten and She smiles widely, silently pinky swearing with him. Although she almost drops the bandages in shock-

“Oh my goodness! They’re my favourite band in the whole world. I really relate to their music. You’ve met them?”

-She fumbles with the bandages, whispering suddenly, the lights in her cheeks bright-

“What’s The Spine like in real life?!”

“He’s totally rad, and,” he leans in, conspiratorially, “between you and me? Definatly the sanest of the bunch,” and with a wink, he leans in and pecks her cheek for the hel of it.

“Alright, BFF, patch me up. Please?”

-She nods in agreement, grinning- “That’s why he’s my favourite. That and I admire his construction.”

-She almost drops the bandage again when he pecks her on the cheek. At this rate her blush was going to be permanently activated-

“Of course…BFF.”

-She carefully begins patching him up, being careful not to press too hard or to hurt him any further. Eventually she blinks, closing the first aid file she was using and leans away from him-

“There. All done.”

“Eheheh, sweet.” He jumps from where he sat and tried putting the mask back on but though better of it. He took Sylvia’s hand instead, leading them back out towards the ballroom.

“What do you say to one more dance, and then we hightail it outta here and watch some SPG vids, hmm?” he offered, voice still totally nasally from the cottons. It was actually really really amazing that she liked SPG, however unsurprising. Loki was determined to no mess up twice in one night. The first time was embarassing enough, he couldn’t handle another mishap. What if something caught fire, hmmm? What then?

…Better not even think abou it, it might just happen, seeing how the Norns were on a mission to stick it too you.

sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sy...

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 13:52:15 -0500

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“You tell me, and I’m there. Running. With a getaway car and 10 bags of money. And passports. We can be Jason Bourne or something.”

When they finally reach the medical bay, he’s cupping his hand under his nose, a small pool of blood gathering in the center of his palm. The florescent light glares at them both, and he wants to leave as soon as he arrives. (Children just have a natural inclination to hate clinical atmosphere, and kid Loki is not immune to this universal truth.)

-She leads him to a slab of a med bed and starts looking through her files for first aid information, fussing through some drawers for bandages and cotton buds-

“I’ll assume thats a movie.” She looks at him for a moment, her eyes still scrolling through the information. “How much pain are you in right now? I have very little in my files about Asgardian physiology.”

“It is only the best movie! We should so watch it together some time.” he states mater-of-factly, still holding his nose. “Umm… It’s not too bad? I mean, I’ve had worse, just put like a bandage on it or something, I’ll be good to go!” He gives her a thumbs up with the hand not holding a puddle of blood.

-She smiles at him- “I’d Like that. I’m often alone these days so it’ll be nice to have something to look forward to.”

-She passes him a bundle of tissues to mop up the blood in his hand and gingerly takes his mask off, assessing the damage- “You’ll live, here.” She passes him some cotton balls. “Put these up your nose and keep your head tilted back whilst I get some bandages.”

“That’s terrible!” he says, horrified, wiping the blood from his palm. “You are like, the most radical person I’ve ever met! Nobody should ever be alone, especially not you! I would… I would know. Heh…” his voice got softer as he continued, and his laugh would have been bitter if it wasn’t so sad. Before the Tumblevengers, before he found his brother again, he’d been alone his whole life; Loki’s most faithful companion had only ever been solitude.

He shook the distant strings of recollection off, putting the little cotton plugs into his noise, wincing slightly, and smiled. “Hey, you know what? We’ll never be lonely again, ‘cause we’ll have each other! I mean, we are friends right?” he asked, sounding hopeful if a bit nasally from the cotton in his nose.

-She pauses the pink lights in her cheeks popping up again. He thought she was radical? She smiles shyly to herself, as she finally locates the bandages. Maybe she’d finally found a friend in her own universe. She loved her t-420 friends but they were always so far away. She turns back to him, smiling softly at him-

“I’m very glad to have met you Loki, we’ll be friends. Maybe even…BFFs?”

-The pink flickers in her cheeks and she quickly asks to cover her awkwardness.-

“Do you like music?”

“Definitely BBFs!” he said, extending his pinky out towards her. He didn’t miss her blushing and thinks she looks particularly adorable when she does.

“Yes! I love music! Especially this one band, Steam Powered Giraffe! They’re singing automatons they are so cool! I met them in real life, you know.” he tells her.

-Her eyes brighten and She smiles widely, silently pinky swearing with him. Although she almost drops the bandages in shock-

“Oh my goodness! They’re my favourite band in the whole world. I really relate to their music. You’ve met them?”

-She fumbles with the bandages, whispering suddenly, the lights in her cheeks bright-

“What’s The Spine like in real life?!”

“He’s totally rad, and,” he leans in, conspiratorially, “between you and me? Definatly the sanest of the bunch,” and with a wink, he leans in and pecks her cheek for the hel of it.

“Alright, BFF, patch me up. Please?”

((Oh wow I never posted this!))

Tue, 06 Nov 2012 14:22:51 -0500

blackboltwidow:

((BUT LETS ALL PRETEND IT HAPPENED ANYWAY))

No, this did actually happen. *nods*

sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: “Y...

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 23:53:02 -0500

sylviabolt:

greeneyedhooligan:

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greeneyedhooligan:

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greeneyedhooligan:

“You tell me, and I’m there. Running. With a getaway car and 10 bags of money. And passports. We can be Jason Bourne or something.”

When they finally reach the medical bay, he’s cupping his hand under his nose, a small pool of blood gathering in the center of his palm. The florescent light glares at them both, and he wants to leave as soon as he arrives. (Children just have a natural inclination to hate clinical atmosphere, and kid Loki is not immune to this universal truth.)

-She leads him to a slab of a med bed and starts looking through her files for first aid information, fussing through some drawers for bandages and cotton buds-

“I’ll assume thats a movie.” She looks at him for a moment, her eyes still scrolling through the information. “How much pain are you in right now? I have very little in my files about Asgardian physiology.”

“It is only the best movie! We should so watch it together some time.” he states mater-of-factly, still holding his nose. “Umm… It’s not too bad? I mean, I’ve had worse, just put like a bandage on it or something, I’ll be good to go!” He gives her a thumbs up with the hand not holding a puddle of blood.

-She smiles at him- “I’d Like that. I’m often alone these days so it’ll be nice to have something to look forward to.”

-She passes him a bundle of tissues to mop up the blood in his hand and gingerly takes his mask off, assessing the damage- “You’ll live, here.” She passes him some cotton balls. “Put these up your nose and keep your head tilted back whilst I get some bandages.”

“That’s terrible!” he says, horrified, wiping the blood from his palm. “You are like, the most radical person I’ve ever met! Nobody should ever be alone, especially not you! I would… I would know. Heh…” his voice got softer as he continued, and his laugh would have been bitter if it wasn’t so sad. Before the Tumblevengers, before he found his brother again, he’d been alone his whole life; Loki’s most faithful companion had only ever been solitude.

He shook the distant strings of recollection off, putting the little cotton plugs into his noise, wincing slightly, and smiled. “Hey, you know what? We’ll never be lonely again, ‘cause we’ll have each other! I mean, we are friends right?” he asked, sounding hopeful if a bit nasally from the cotton in his nose.

-She pauses the pink lights in her cheeks popping up again. He thought she was radical? She smiles shyly to herself, as she finally locates the bandages. Maybe she’d finally found a friend in her own universe. She loved her t-420 friends but they were always so far away. She turns back to him, smiling softly at him-

“I’m very glad to have met you Loki, we’ll be friends. Maybe even…BFFs?”

-The pink flickers in her cheeks and she quickly asks to cover her awkwardness.-

“Do you like music?”

“Definitely BBFs!” he said, extending his pinky out towards her. He didn’t miss her blushing and thinks she looks particularly adorable when she does.

“Yes! I love music! Especially this one band, Steam Powered Giraffe! They’re singing automatons they are so cool! I met them in real life, you know.” he tells her.

beanclam: Hey, guys! Remember way back in Thor 617, right...

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 20:48:03 -0500

beanclam:

Hey, guys! Remember way back in Thor 617, right before Serrure takes hold of Mjolnir?

Hahaha… ha… *cries*

sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: “You tell me, and I’m there....

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 20:22:30 -0500

sylviabolt:

greeneyedhooligan:

sylviabolt:

greeneyedhooligan:

“You tell me, and I’m there. Running. With a getaway car and 10 bags of money. And passports. We can be Jason Bourne or something.”

When they finally reach the medical bay, he’s cupping his hand under his nose, a small pool of blood gathering in the center of his palm. The florescent light glares at them both, and he wants to leave as soon as he arrives. (Children just have a natural inclination to hate clinical atmosphere, and kid Loki is not immune to this universal truth.)

-She leads him to a slab of a med bed and starts looking through her files for first aid information, fussing through some drawers for bandages and cotton buds-

“I’ll assume thats a movie.” She looks at him for a moment, her eyes still scrolling through the information. “How much pain are you in right now? I have very little in my files about Asgardian physiology.”

“It is only the best movie! We should so watch it together some time.” he states mater-of-factly, still holding his nose. “Umm… It’s not too bad? I mean, I’ve had worse, just put like a bandage on it or something, I’ll be good to go!” He gives her a thumbs up with the hand not holding a puddle of blood.

-She smiles at him- “I’d Like that. I’m often alone these days so it’ll be nice to have something to look forward to.”

-She passes him a bundle of tissues to mop up the blood in his hand and gingerly takes his mask off, assessing the damage- “You’ll live, here.” She passes him some cotton balls. “Put these up your nose and keep your head tilted back whilst I get some bandages.”

“That’s terrible!” he says, horrified, wiping the blood from his palm. “You are like, the most radical person I’ve ever met! Nobody should ever be alone, especially not you! I would… I would know. Heh…” his voice got softer as he continued, and his laugh would have been bitter if it wasn’t so sad. Before the Tumblevengers, before he found his brother again, he’d been alone his whole life; Loki’s most faithful companion had only ever been solitude.

He shook the distant strings of recollection off, putting the little cotton plugs into his noise, wincing slightly, and smiled. “Hey, you know what? We’ll never be lonely again, ‘cause we’ll have each other! I mean, we are friends right?” he asked, sounding hopeful if a bit nasally from the cotton in his nose.

sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: “You couldn’t hurt...

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 14:20:04 -0500

sylviabolt:

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“You couldn’t hurt me, I’m very nearly indestructable.”

-She scrambles back and picks him up gently by the arm, keeping his head tilted back. A light scanner travels over his head from her eyes and she clucks her tongue in annoyance-

“You have a broken nose, we’ll have to take you to the medical bay.”

-She glares at the slowly gathering crowd and they immediately back off.-

“Come on, we’ll get you patched up.”

He stands on shaky, unbalanced footing, blood rushing from his head to his feet way too quickly but in this case it may even be encouraged. He clamps down on Sylvia’s arm to steady himself, letting her lead him away.

He pinches his nose with his other hand, moving the bones around gently while trying to stop the bleeding. “Hey, sorry I ruined your night, Sylvia,” he mutters, embarrassed and feeling like a jerk. Honestly, what kind of guy bleeds all over his date? Classy, Loki, smooth.

-Placing a hand on his back she leads him off the dancefloor, still glaring at the adults who were gawking at them, some giggling behind their hands. She glances down at her dress and grimaces at the blood beginning to stain the material she’d spent all afternoon fussing over.-

“It doesn’t matter. You shall just have to make it up to me in some other manner.”

“You tell me, and I’m there. Running. With a getaway car and 10 bags of money. And passports. We can be Jason Bourne or something.”

When they finally reach the medical bay, he’s cupping his hand under his nose, a small pool of blood gathering in the center of his palm. The florescent light glares at them both, and he wants to leave as soon as he arrives. (Children just have a natural inclination to hate clinical atmosphere, and kid Loki is not immune to this universal truth.)

-She leads him to a slab of a med bed and starts looking through her files for first aid information, fussing through some drawers for bandages and cotton buds-

“I’ll assume thats a movie.” She looks at him for a moment, her eyes still scrolling through the information. “How much pain are you in right now? I have very little in my files about Asgardian physiology.”

“It is only the best movie! We should so watch it together some time.” he states mater-of-factly, still holding his nose. “Umm… It’s not too bad? I mean, I’ve had worse, just put like a bandage on it or something, I’ll be good to go!” He gives her a thumbs up with the hand not holding a puddle of blood.

sylviabolt: greeneyedhooligan: sylviabolt: “You couldn’t hurt me, I’m very nearly...

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 12:37:20 -0500

sylviabolt:

greeneyedhooligan:

sylviabolt:

“You couldn’t hurt me, I’m very nearly indestructable.”

-She scrambles back and picks him up gently by the arm, keeping his head tilted back. A light scanner travels over his head from her eyes and she clucks her tongue in annoyance-

“You have a broken nose, we’ll have to take you to the medical bay.”

-She glares at the slowly gathering crowd and they immediately back off.-

“Come on, we’ll get you patched up.”

He stands on shaky, unbalanced footing, blood rushing from his head to his feet way too quickly but in this case it may even be encouraged. He clamps down on Sylvia’s arm to steady himself, letting her lead him away.

He pinches his nose with his other hand, moving the bones around gently while trying to stop the bleeding. “Hey, sorry I ruined your night, Sylvia,” he mutters, embarrassed and feeling like a jerk. Honestly, what kind of guy bleeds all over his date? Classy, Loki, smooth.

-Placing a hand on his back she leads him off the dancefloor, still glaring at the adults who were gawking at them, some giggling behind their hands. She glances down at her dress and grimaces at the blood beginning to stain the material she’d spent all afternoon fussing over.-

“It doesn’t matter. You shall just have to make it up to me in some other manner.”

“You tell me, and I’m there. Running. With a getaway car and 10 bags of money. And passports. We can be Jason Bourne or something.”

When they finally reach the medical bay, he’s cupping his hand under his nose, a small pool of blood gathering in the center of his palm. The florescent light glares at them both, and he wants to leave as soon as he arrives. (Children just have a natural inclination to hate clinical atmosphere, and kid Loki is not immune to this universal truth.)

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Mon, 05 Nov 2012 12:02:46 -0500

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They sway on the dance floor for what feels like hours, laughing and smiling and trying not to step on each other’s toes. Loki cracks a few unfunny jokes that actually do get a few laughs from Sylvia (thank Ymir), and manage for the most part not to bump into anyone.

Eventually, they reach a lull in the music, and there it is, the infamous ’slow-dance’ designed to get people closer together. He takes this opportunity to wrap her arms around her shoulder, his hands falling to her hips.

“Hey,” he says, going almost cross-eyed from being so close to her.

-Blinking hard, the lights of her eyes bouncing across his skin, she registers the change in music, her data banks flicking through all the information she has on dances, finally coming across the file on ‘Slow Dancing’. Her eyes widen slightly as she skims through it trying to decide on how to act.

Eventually she decides to just go with it, and she smiles shly back-

“Hey.”

He smiles at her, feeling a flush creep into his cheeks and neck. They sway back and forth for a while before Loki licks his lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asks in a shy sort of way, bumping his forehead against hers. “I mean, if that’s ok with you?”

The muisic, soft and sweet, melts away distantly as his heart beat pounds loudly in his ears.

Fade Into You by Mazzy Star on Grooveshark

((click on the box for mood music~))

-She leans close to him, pink lights flaring in her cheeks. If she could tremble she would. Her hands momentarily fidgeting.-

“If you like.”

“Well of course I would like,” he breaths out quietly, the pink on her face and the blue of her eyes casting purple light onto his lashes, his cheeks, “I wanna know if you’d like to.” he adds simply, hands twitching, eager and patient in equal measure.

He didn’t want to pressure her, but he so totally wanted to kiss her it was crazy like wow.

-Her eyes close and she lets out a breathless happy sigh-

“I’d like it if you kissed me.”

He smiles, still nervous, still unsure, but leans in anyway, slow and cautious. Don’t fuck it up, he tells himself, and lets his eyes close.

… And then his foot lands on a discarded cup of punch, effectively slipping on it, hands reaching out for anything to catch himself with. Naturally, clings to Sylvia, and they both topple over, his back hitting the tile hard and her head smashing into his nose. He groans in pain, hands cupping his face as he feels blood dripping from his very likely broken nose.

This was exactly the OPPOSITE of not fucking it up.

-Her eyes snap open and she’s powerless to stop them falling. Her dress rips a little when he grabs her and she hears the sickening crunch of human bone being broken.

She sits back, hands over her mouth as she looks at his face, replused by the blood dripping from his nose. Fleshies were disgusting she decides.

She pushes back this notion and asks-

“Are…you okay?”

His eyes watered, blinking quickly to chase away the stars that floated in them. He pushed up on his elbows and his head reeled, tilting it back to stop some of the bleeding. Sniffing, the taste of blood was pretty damn gross on the back of his throat but oh well, he’d messed this up. Whatever.

“Yeah… Yeah, yeah, totally. Fine. Ow.” Loki looks at her as best he can from this awkward angle, the fact that she was basically in his lap completely lost on him.

Ikol snickers from somewhere, to which Loki scuffs at but makes no effort to find that unnerving little demon.

“How about you, Sylvia? You ok? I didn’t hurt you or anything? Gosh I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.” he told her, reaching to rub her arm even with his head tilted back.

Belatedly, he noticed that no one was really inclined to help them out, quietly laughing at their little accident.

“You couldn’t hurt me, I’m very nearly indestructable.”

-She scrambles back and picks him up gently by the arm, keeping his head tilted back. A light scanner travels over his head from her eyes and she clucks her tongue in annoyance-

“You have a broken nose, we’ll have to take you to the medical bay.”

-She glares at the slowly gathering crowd and they immediately back off.-

“Come on, we’ll get you patched up.”

He stands on shaky, unbalanced footing, blood rushing from his head to his feet way too quickly but in this case it may even be encouraged. He clamps down on Sylvia’s arm to steady himself, letting her lead him away.

He pinches his nose with his other hand, moving the bones around gently while trying to stop the bleeding. “Hey, sorry I ruined your night, Sylvia,” he mutters, embarrassed and feeling like a jerk. Honestly, what kind of guy bleeds all over his date? Classy, Loki, smooth.

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Sun, 04 Nov 2012 22:44:22 -0500

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They sway on the dance floor for what feels like hours, laughing and smiling and trying not to step on each other’s toes. Loki cracks a few unfunny jokes that actually do get a few laughs from Sylvia (thank Ymir), and manage for the most part not to bump into anyone.

Eventually, they reach a lull in the music, and there it is, the infamous ’slow-dance’ designed to get people closer together. He takes this opportunity to wrap her arms around her shoulder, his hands falling to her hips.

“Hey,” he says, going almost cross-eyed from being so close to her.

-Blinking hard, the lights of her eyes bouncing across his skin, she registers the change in music, her data banks flicking through all the information she has on dances, finally coming across the file on ‘Slow Dancing’. Her eyes widen slightly as she skims through it trying to decide on how to act.

Eventually she decides to just go with it, and she smiles shly back-

“Hey.”

He smiles at her, feeling a flush creep into his cheeks and neck. They sway back and forth for a while before Loki licks his lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asks in a shy sort of way, bumping his forehead against hers. “I mean, if that’s ok with you?”

The muisic, soft and sweet, melts away distantly as his heart beat pounds loudly in his ears.

Fade Into You by Mazzy Star on Grooveshark

((click on the box for mood music~))

-She leans close to him, pink lights flaring in her cheeks. If she could tremble she would. Her hands momentarily fidgeting.-

“If you like.”

“Well of course I would like,” he breaths out quietly, the pink on her face and the blue of her eyes casting purple light onto his lashes, his cheeks, “I wanna know if you’d like to.” he adds simply, hands twitching, eager and patient in equal measure.

He didn’t want to pressure her, but he so totally wanted to kiss her it was crazy like wow.

-Her eyes close and she lets out a breathless happy sigh-

“I’d like it if you kissed me.”

He smiles, still nervous, still unsure, but leans in anyway, slow and cautious. Don’t fuck it up, he tells himself, and lets his eyes close.

… And then his foot lands on a discarded cup of punch, effectively slipping on it, hands reaching out for anything to catch himself with. Naturally, clings to Sylvia, and they both topple over, his back hitting the tile hard and her head smashing into his nose. He groans in pain, hands cupping his face as he feels blood dripping from his very likely broken nose.

This was exactly the OPPOSITE of not fucking it up.

-Her eyes snap open and she’s powerless to stop them falling. Her dress rips a little when he grabs her and she hears the sickening crunch of human bone being broken.

She sits back, hands over her mouth as she looks at his face, replused by the blood dripping from his nose. Fleshies were disgusting she decides.

She pushes back this notion and asks-

“Are…you okay?”

His eyes watered, blinking quickly to chase away the stars that floated in them. He pushed up on his elbows and his head reeled, tilting it back to stop some of the bleeding. Sniffing, the taste of blood was pretty damn gross on the back of his throat but oh well, he’d messed this up. Whatever.

“Yeah… Yeah, yeah, totally. Fine. Ow.” Loki looks at her as best he can from this awkward angle, the fact that she was basically in his lap completely lost on him.

Ikol snickers from somewhere, to which Loki scuffs at but makes no effort to find that unnerving little demon.

“How about you, Sylvia? You ok? I didn’t hurt you or anything? Gosh I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.” he told her, reaching to rub her arm even with his head tilted back.

Belatedly, he noticed that no one was really inclined to help them out, quietly laughing at their little accident.

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They sway on the dance floor for what feels like hours, laughing and smiling and trying not to step on each other’s toes. Loki cracks a few unfunny jokes that actually do get a few laughs from Sylvia (thank Ymir), and manage for the most part not to bump into anyone.

Eventually, they reach a lull in the music, and there it is, the infamous ’slow-dance’ designed to get people closer together. He takes this opportunity to wrap her arms around her shoulder, his hands falling to her hips.

“Hey,” he says, going almost cross-eyed from being so close to her.

-Blinking hard, the lights of her eyes bouncing across his skin, she registers the change in music, her data banks flicking through all the information she has on dances, finally coming across the file on ‘Slow Dancing’. Her eyes widen slightly as she skims through it trying to decide on how to act.

Eventually she decides to just go with it, and she smiles shly back-

“Hey.”

He smiles at her, feeling a flush creep into his cheeks and neck. They sway back and forth for a while before Loki licks his lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asks in a shy sort of way, bumping his forehead against hers. “I mean, if that’s ok with you?”

The muisic, soft and sweet, melts away distantly as his heart beat pounds loudly in his ears.

Fade Into You by Mazzy Star on Grooveshark

((click on the box for mood music~))

-She leans close to him, pink lights flaring in her cheeks. If she could tremble she would. Her hands momentarily fidgeting.-

“If you like.”

“Well of course I would like,” he breaths out quietly, the pink on her face and the blue of her eyes casting purple light onto his lashes, his cheeks, “I wanna know if you’d like to.” he adds simply, hands twitching, eager and patient in equal measure.

He didn’t want to pressure her, but he so totally wanted to kiss her it was crazy like wow.

-Her eyes close and she lets out a breathless happy sigh-

“I’d like it if you kissed me.”

He smiles, still nervous, still unsure, but leans in anyway, slow and cautious. Don’t fuck it up, he tells himself, and lets his eyes close.

… And then his foot lands on a discarded cup of punch, effectively slipping on it, hands reaching out for anything to catch himself with. Naturally, clings to Sylvia, and they both topple over, his back hitting the tile hard and her head smashing into his nose. He groans in pain, hands cupping his face as he feels blood dripping from his very likely broken nose.

This was exactly the OPPOSITE of not fucking it up.