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starkindustriesonline:

About Deceiver.

Immediately Tony could feel the tension returning, seeping into his limbs. He didn’t want to think about Deceiver. Didn’t want to have to remember the pain that was now associated with that name…

….no, not the same pain he had originally thought. Not anymore, at least.

Tony shifted to sit up more when Loki did, remaining close, keeping that hand at his neck, running it down his shoulder now, as his mind raced briefly ahead of everything, piecing everything together, putting logic into the tangled mess of actions and words that Loki offered up to him in his usual chaotic way.

He had lied about being with Deceiver, to an extent. They had indeed intended to be together, had taken steps toward it, but something had kept them from it, and Loki had decided to let him believe they had done the deed, in anticipation of the next time it happened, to save Tony from waiting for the pain to come around again.

So… in a way, it had been all for him. His stomach clenched a little, thinking of Bruce. He had… even though Loki hadn’t… but…

No.

Not right now.

Tony lifted his free hand to tilt Loki’s face back toward him, leaning in to deliver another soft kiss to his mouth. “You had good intentions.” Their foreheads brushed again. “They just got a little jumbled up.” Another quiet kiss. “I just wish… Well. Maybe it is for the best, in the long run.” A small, fragile smile touched his lips. “Maybe we’ll see what we can do about getting Liesmith not to hate you anymore.”

Stolen away from the defensive shield of his palm, Loki returned the kiss with frustrated tears in his eyes, arm wrapping strongly around Tony’s waist to keep him close. The ache of his heart desperately pushing blood to his shaking limbs was almost overwhelming.

“My intentions matter little,” he sniffed, burying his face into Tony’s neck. “The fact is I lied. Again. And yes, there was reasoning… but there was also cowardice. Fear of being judged on the truth, of having my pride dented. I’ve manipulated you into changing the very nature of our relationship. Unforgivable. How can I rightly expect you to talk to me?”

Loki was rambling now that he’d opened the floodgates, quite like Tony himself often did. It was easier, at least, to speak his part without the shame of having to look the other in the eye— though still he wished he could have shown more courage. (So pathetic.)

“And to Hel with Liesmith. I can barely even stand the mention of him. Nothing has been right since he arrived on the scene. Nothing. Let him think what he will… either way, I’ll live. Besides… you’re back now.” Finally he pulled back to cutely Eskimo kiss Tony. “Home. And today is about you. Us. Finally I can show you why I went away…”

simple-and-earthy:

one of my friends shot him. on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/50340567/via/aerie_love16

archus7:

goodnight.. sweet prince.

(via damnation-amoureuse)

D: poor bbbaaabbbyyy come to my bosom and be safe from ills. I’ll wipe your nose and tuck you in and make you juice

[fffffff you are too kind lovely

i’ve gotten myself some tea and that awful cold and flu drink so hopefully that’ll perk me up]

[oh nooooo my ills have gotten worse :’c

i’m a sad panda]

(Source: black-nata, via jotunlaufeyson)

(Source: kvltivation, via liefullyloki)

street-l1ghts:

(by Liz.D.)

(via liefullyloki)

(Source: would-be-dynast-king, via deceiver-of-fools)

starkindustriesonline:

“Not really. I mean, at first I was a little confused, yeah. But I have an idea of why you might think it was a good idea.” He held still, feeling shivers race down across his skin from his gentle touch around his reactor. Goosebumps cropped up despite the heated water they were submerged in together. But he said nothing, did nothing, merely listened. And felt some hope for their situation, from Loki’s words. Maybe he wasn’t quite so oblivious as Anthony had feared.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what you need to say.” His hands smooth up Loki’s back, over his shoulders, and cradle his neck. He laughed softly. “Welcome to what used to be my world, waking up and shamelessly being who I am and being told I’m going to be locked up and destroyed over it.” But there’s no bitterness in his expression or his words now. He’s moved on to a far better place in life, with Liesmith and Deceiver on either side of him to help him along.

“I know it’s scary though, to do the shamelessly-you thing. But if there was ever anyone who could take you as you are, completely, it’d be my mirror. He’s crazy about you no matter what you say and what you do, if that isn’t more than obvious already.” His grip tightens a little. “And I gotta tell you, it would do a lot more good for you and for him to let him know the truth. And then maybe he’d be a little more willing to let you know when shit’s bothering him, rather than letting it boil into a breakdown like this.”

“And, another thing between you and me.” He made sure Loki was looking directly at him. “I’m not gonna spoil this surprise because it’s not really mine to spoil, and it’s a little more important than your secret was. But just… trust me on this. After your anniversary, you’re not gonna need to worry so much about whether or not you belong to the family.”

“I never had to worry about being shamelessly myself before,” Loki commented with a wry grin. “Either way my place was the same— trickster, outcast, dark horse. Whatever you like to call it.” He tipped his head to the side, welcoming the reassuring hands that wandered up to his neck and shivering briefly as the small hairs there stood on end. “At times it’s still unusual, having a legitimate reason to be something else. To better myself. To have someone who will believe the truth if I choose to tell it…”

Loki had taken Anthony’s words in… and the mortal was right. Tony was crazy about him. Quite literally driven insane. He sighed and cast his eyes evasively downward until ‘another thing’ was mentioned, whereupon they widened with surprise. Surely he couldn’t mean… No.

“You’re… you’re serious?” Loki wasn’t sure what to think. What exactly did he mean by it? Oh, but it was to be a surprise…

Somehow that was terrifying.

(( *tosses a blanket over* Just snuggle in and let it come if it will. And if it won’t, I’ll probably be up to ungodly hours to keep you company <3 ))

[fdgjkdgh ilu bby. yes i’ll get myself comfy and go to bed. i’ll sign in on my phone to check for replies and whatnot if i find myself restless.]

originalgrin:

Her eyes widened, a gasp following the violation. Her lips twitched before pulling taut, laughter pouring out as she bent forward and pecked him on the cheek.

“Riiight, right. I’ll act like that matters. Don’t get sooore.”

“It would take a lot more than you currently have to make me sore~” remarked Loki with a slutty lick of his lips, tasting the chemical tang of the paint from where he’d kissed her before.

[snot keeps coming out]

D: you poor thing -hugs and makes soup and tea-

sdfdfjhdfk <3

i could so do with these things. soup is the best for ills.