ziencora
ziencora:

The water was cold to her touch, yet it didn’t bother her bare skin. She craved the ice shards that started to form around her as she swam. Coming to the surface at the other end, her arms settled on the cool metal of the pool.
   “      Enjoying the view?” She spoke to the one standing behind her. Her voice soft, sweet, yet powerful and old with her years despite her youthful face. “I do not take kindly to people interrupting my peace…”

Loki exhaled loudly, no longer measuring his breaths seeing as she already knew he was there. He took her question as an open invitation to look at her form up and down. “Hmm… Perhaps if the rest of you were out of the water, I might be able to answer you better.” He teased, walking around the side of the pool, being careful with the wet floor. He stopped infront of her, crouching to one knee and smiling mischeviously. “I fear if I offer you a hand to help you out, you might bite…”

ziencora:

The water was cold to her touch, yet it didn’t bother her bare skin. She craved the ice shards that started to form around her as she swam. Coming to the surface at the other end, her arms settled on the cool metal of the pool.

   “      Enjoying the view?” She spoke to the one standing behind her. Her voice soft, sweet, yet powerful and old with her years despite her youthful face. “I do not take kindly to people interrupting my peace…”

Loki exhaled loudly, no longer measuring his breaths seeing as she already knew he was there. He took her question as an open invitation to look at her form up and down. “Hmm… Perhaps if the rest of you were out of the water, I might be able to answer you better.” He teased, walking around the side of the pool, being careful with the wet floor. He stopped infront of her, crouching to one knee and smiling mischeviously. “I fear if I offer you a hand to help you out, you might bite…”

heiswildfire

heiswildfire:

I want a ship where our muses hate each other as much as they love each other.

I want a ship where they break up every Wednesday and schedule make-up sex for all day Thursday.

I want making out and walking out.

I want fluff so sweet it’s sickening.

I want shouting and arguing and violence.

I want tears of frustration as our muses question whether or not it’s worth staying together. 

        (and of course, it is.)

Would you be willing to do this with a male muse? :3

heiswildfire

heiswildfire:

Loki didn’t deign to look up from his book, the tip of his finger following each line as he read it. It wasn’t often that people approached him, mainly because Loki favoured a seat beneath the ‘Quiet’ sign, reminding visitors to the library to be respectful to those seeking a peaceful retreat. Those who did approach Loki tended to be met with him lifting a hand, pointing towards the sign without looking. Only those who persisted were met with a lashing from his sharp tongue, words hushed but no less severe. Reaching the end of the chapter, Loki released a soft sigh, closing the book and placing it on the table. “Can I help you?”

Sigyn took measured steps throughout the library, eyeing book after book on the shelves of the vast room. Though she purposefully took louder steps when sauntering by the ‘quiet’ section, knowing that that is the area Loki often sought refuge. She paced back and forth between this area meant for silence, gradually increasing the clacking of her heels as well as the volume of her page turning, pulling books from the shelf and pretending to browse through them. She grinned slightly when she heard Loki’s sigh of defeat, finally acknowledging her presense. She closed the book she was glancing over, carefully putting it back on the shelf. “You’be been avoiding me.” She said, more of a statement than an inquiry. She smiled as she approached, to show that she want cross with him. She picked up the book that he seemed to prioritize over her, squinting at the cover. “It can’t because because you’re so enthralled with… The ‘Anthology of Asgardian Folk Music.’” She looked down at him, gauging his expression. He was avoiding her, whether she had wronged him unconciously, escaping from his older brother in the one place Thor would get lost in, or most likely, his mind is simply hatching more devious schemes. “What is it?” She asked simply, getting right to the question, though more would most likely follow. He wasn’t one to express himself to anyone, she found herself to be one of the lucky few to actually get an honest answer, provided the prince decides not to dance around the question.