Independent+multiverse RP blog (NSFW)
Open to everyone & every fandom.
Tracking tag: madetoruleyou
Current M!A: n/a
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Both character and blog moderator are over 18 years of age.
(Source: textsfromthe-avengers)
Can I ask what the occasion is? Should I bother?
Who needs an occasion?
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Hey Loki, I- oh. Woah. That outfit- holy shit. | |
| ─ suddenlystark | ||
I thought you might like it.
“You’re a horrible tease, you know that, right?” Tony said the moment Loki pulled away. But he was right. Tony was incredibly eager to get his hands dirty in not only Asgard’s (undoubtedly potent) liquor, but it’s tech and architecture as well. If it was something new, Tony had to have it, and the possibilities here would keep him busy for a lifetime.
He sighed with a soft smile. “Alright. Let’s go then. But you of all people should know that booze makes me even more horny, so prepare thyself for the wrath of Stark, oh ye of perky ass.”
As much as he’d tried to keep a straight face, his last few words were practically riddled with laughter.
“I’m perfectly aware,” Loki assured him, throwing Tony a smug look over his shoulder. “Now, come. It won’t do for the guest of honor to be late for the banquet.”
The god cringed to himself while Tony was catching up to him, unease stirring in his stomach at the thought of seeing so many people that had thought him a lost cause, as well as many who still held such an opinion. And bringing back a Midgardian lover? The fact that Tony was male wasn’t such a scandal in and of itself, but it was the icing on the cake.
However tonight, and in fact this entire visit, wasn’t about local gossip of his unsavory reputation. Loki reminded himself of that and held his head high, guiding Tony through the hallways and answering a couple of his questions about the architecture.
At the end of their journey was the grand hall, waiting with warm light spilling out of chandeliers and great heaps of food on the tables. Everything gleamed, from floor to ceiling and plates to cutlery. It was gold and glimmering and perfect, just like one would expect from Asgard.
madetoruleyou replied to your post: Care to tell me who this “anonymous” is?
Both. I need to know their identities if I’m going to murder them.Hold up. They’re not going to be an issue… I hope. One’s a friend, and I swear the other has me confused for someone else…
//I love that it includes the Loki necklace. Ehehehehe.//You would be the one to notice that! Hahaha, yes, that was totally intentional due to my frostiron feels.
//I NOTICE EVERYTHING I AM ACTUALLY SHERLOCK HOLMES. But yes. It WOULD be me.
OK I need to bop on over to Kmart and get my meds
I have rehearsal after that and then class so I won’t be on til later tonight
I’ll catch you later, beautiful people.
Tony pulled back as Loki leaned forward, his lips forming a displeased pout. “Do I have to?”
Only a second passed before the pout morphed, Tony’s lips curling up into a childish grin as he felt Loki’s hips press just barely closer to his. “Are you sure you want to save it for later?”
“I have all the time in the world,” Loki said with ease, winking. “I can be very patient… especially when there is a reward for doing so. You don’t need to worry about me.” He smirked and gave Tony another kiss, slowly pulling himself away. “Besides. I’m sure you’re eager to try some of Asgard’s drinks.”
Tony shivered and the fine hairs at the back of his neck raised around Loki’s teasing fingers. And resisting? Hah, Tony wasn’t even thinking about it as he ginned deviously, back hitting the wall. “Better get to it then,” he purred, hands snaking their way down Loki’s lower back to cup and firmly squeeze his ass.
Loki rolled his eyes, pushing his mouth against Tony’s again. “Save it for later.” The trickster couldn’t resist arching his back just a little, a taste of what was to come after dinner.
“And yet you continue to suffer me.” He said as he tilted his head, mocking sweetness.
But at Loki’s hint, Tony grinned, having assumed the God wouldn’t have any of it and positively elated that he’d got his way. “Hmm…” he hummed as Loki drew him closer, making a point of nipping at the others lip before whispering against them, “I can deal with a few minutes.”
“Quite gladly,” Loki murmured, grazing his teeth across Tony’s bottom lip in retaliation. The trickster backed Tony up against a wall, peppering kissed along the man’s jaw. “Just a few minutes,” he teased, rubbing his fingers against the back of Tony’s neck.
