Blind Love (ThorXAsgardian!Injured!Reader)
I sighed idly as I stared down at the Midgardian Realm through the faux-looking glass I’d created from a small pond I adored visiting in the woods. Yes, I was Asgardian, but not all of us were Sif’s or Sigyn’s level of otherworldly beauty, or of Queen Frigga’s level of confidence and sheer skill and kindness. I envied the Midgardians in this aspect; they could find and fall in love with someone regardless of skin color or other physical characteristics. Asgardians, on the other hand, were very shallow, and judged first by looks and second by quality of characteristics.
Today, on Midgard, was one of both my favorite and most hated days of the Midgardian year, something they seem to call “Saint Valentine’s Day”, in which the infatuated young males of the Realm acquired, through the trade of money, sweet goods and small toys and other items to express their devotion and admiration. In some parts of t
Family PortraitNo one had expected it when suddenly Loki proposed to Darcy out of the blue. No one figured for the two to take their relationship that serious, but Darcy accepted without a second thought. So Loki took his fiancee to Asgard with Thor and Jane following, and the very next week, the two mischief makers were married.
It was barely a week after that when Darcy was given a fancy dress (Just as nice as her wedding gown if not more so) to wear for the royal family portrait. Even though she married the wayward son, she was now a member of Asgard's royal family. And apparently taking a family picture whenever a new member of the family was added was tradition.
However, as she followed Loki to where they would be taking said picture, no one explained to her that on Asgard, pictures were taken by hand. As in, family portraits were hand painted. As she walked into the chambers with Odin, Frigga and Thor waiting on the newlyweds, she immediately spotted the easel. "What's that?"
"It is an easel, M
And the works goes on...And the work goes on...
Although my time is short, I continue in the work of comic "Lost". Unfortunately I will not post the chapters at the speed I would like, but I'm tempting, I swear!
I'm not discouraged, I just try to optimize my time to find a chance to continue drawing this comic. Friends, Cross your fingers for me!
The Date (2) Loki x Reader
The first thing I see is a rather posh bar directly at the back of the room. Holding my head high (and refusing to look at anyone seated), I stride confidently towards that gleaming wooden masterpiece and the bartender who is laughing at a patron's comment. Soft music plays, and the lights are slightly dimmed, perfectly supporting the restaurant's relaxed, semi-casual theme. In my peripheral view, I note single taper candles lit on each table, adding to the intimate atmosphere.
Each step closer to the bartender makes me 'need' that drink a little more. Without batting an eyelash, I request a shot of dark rum and, as elegantly as possible, down the liquid in one gulp. I release a long exhale, fully expecting my heart to return beating at a normal rate shortly. The bartender smiles and asks if one will do, or would I perhaps need another.
"And here I was trying to be as discreet as possible," I said.
"Not at all," she replied with a wink.