I’ve had some really great feedback here and on AO3 about this fic so I wanted to make sure I updated it today, as it has in fact been a while. So far, there’s the potential that my weekends will be free enough for me to continue with my writing but I’m touching wood. I don’t want to promise anything. Wish me luck!
Prompt[s]: I sometimes literally get angry at “myself” while reading the Tower 😂😂😂
Dang it, ya frickin’ little #$!@, why’d ya have to fall asleep? It was getting good.
I hate myself in the tower. I just want them to have a full blown make out session. I also want to see more Thor.
‘The Tower’ (Part 20)
When you awoke the next morning, you realised quickly that you were not in your bed where you remembered falling asleep. Why… Why were you in the window seat? Where was–
“Good morning,” Loki chuckled, noting the entertaining expression
of confusion written on your face. He was sat at the writing desk and slowly
slid the topmost drawer shut. It looked as though he was trying to be sly – and
“Good…” You wiped a little drool from the side of your mouth and groaned. Gross. “Good morning.”
“You heard me muttering to myself last night,” Loki explained and everything came back in spades. “I… I confessed a thing or two to you, though I don’t know what of it you remember.”
You counted the topics on your finger.
“You’re a war criminal, you need to regret it to get out of here, and you’re madly in love with me.”