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Keith is taking his job srsly and I’m glad about that

first time doing a comic it’s 4:30 am and I’m dead 

You’re sitting in the theatre. Everything is perfect. It’s accurate, it’s visually stunning, everyone is on point. It’s a perfect adaption. The title flies on screen.
Deep voice: Fullmetal Alchemist
Everyone in the theatre:(slightly different intonation) Fullmetal Alchemist.

I saw @propshophannah‘s post about Manon in a crown and attempted to sketch it because I was already looking for a reason to procrastinate

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Encounters

Request:

I absolutely love your writing!!! Would you make a Reggie x reader imagine, where the reader is a River Vixen and the Vixens are practising outside when the reader gets a bodycheck from one of the jocks because he full on goes for the ball… and then Reggie gets worried and helps her to the nurse and stuff with a lot of fluff? I’m sorry if it’s a bit vague…

 

A/N: Okay I changed it a bit, but not too much because I wanted to do justice for your request. Also I have 3 more to catch up now, so go ahead and send more requests imagines you want me to do! I hope you like this one. Requests open now. 

Words: 1811

Summary: Reader is a River Vixen and her first encounter with Reggie is at Cheryl’s party and second is when she get knocked out by a football and he takes her to the doctor

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: I think there may be a curse word in there.

Living in Riverdale, that’s a tale to tell. Life in a small town, one would think that it would be like in the movies and TV shows. The perfect quiet place with the perfect people.

It wasn’t, at least not anymore. It was quiet but the whispers made their way around. It was quiet because it hid so many secrets and as for the people we were far from perfect.

Although its imperfections you loved the place even though you’d never actually confess it out loud.

Life was simple for you, you were a River Vixen in Cheryl’s cheerleading squad, you were single, and your parents well they tried their best to be updated on your life.

After the memorial pep rally for Jason you made your way to Cheryl’s after party. You didn’t want to, but Cheryl was your friend and she needed you now more than ever. You may have been viewed as popular because you were a vixen, but you weren’t as stuck up as plenty of the other girls.

You made your way next to Betty and Veronica hopefully to relax with them and ignore the whole scene. Suddenly Cheryl decided everyone should play seven minutes in heaven.

You weren’t fond of these games especially because Cheryl always tried to play some sort of angle, and she did.

“Okay, your turn (Y/N)” Cheryl gave you a smirk after Chuck and some girl walked out of the closet.

“Fine” you mumbled as you spinned the bottle as it landed on the one the only Reggie Mantle.

You sat there frozen until Cheryl grabbed your hand and the guys pushed Reggie in the closet with you and closed the door.

This encounter with Reggie made you a bit shy, you seen him before of course. He is the Captain of the football team, but this encounter it just felt different. and from the looks of it maybe this encounter would be different for him too.

“Uh, Hi” you spoke to Reggie who was staring at you as you placed a bit of your hair behind your ear.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to” The tall boy confessed.

“What?” you questioned him, since you heard all the stories about Reggie Mantle and secretly you had a thing for the football player “I mean, I’m surprised is all.”

“Yeah I get it, you’ve heard the rumors, who hasn’t” Reggie spat even though at that moment he wanted to kiss you. Ever since 8th grade he had a thing for you, but rumors spread and he’d never thought he could get a girl like you.

“I’m sorry, no I- uh” you felt bad, you’d never seen this side of Reggie before. He looked vulnerable and that intrigued you even more.

It took every ounce of courage in your body to do what you did next.

You stepped closer to the handsome figure standing in front of you, stood on your tippy toes and placed a kiss on his lips.

Reggie a bit shocked at first, but placed his hands around your head and leaned in closer for the kiss. It was passionate, and a bit sloppy at the end.

As you pulled apart you both fixed yourselves up and kept looking into each other’s eyes.

Cheryl announced the time and opened the door and grabbed you by the hand.

“Um, I’ll see you around” was the only thing you could get out before Cheryl pulled you out.

Then her plan was back on track.

She made Veronica go in with Archie knowing it would bug Betty.

You felt bad for her so you reached your hand to hers.

“Hey Bets, I’m sorry about Cheryl she can be difficult, but you know how she is” you whispered to the blonde.

“It’s fine” Betty stated with a sad smile.

“Congrats on making the squad” you said as you were interrupted by Cheryl.

“TIMES UP LOSERS!” the red head spoke as she opened the closet revealing Archie and Veronica.

It was too late though, Betty disappeared.

That was your call to leave the party as you gave a disappointed look at Cheryl and you left the party.

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You wanted to find Reggie and talk about the kiss, you had feelings for him and now they were stronger than ever since the weekend. You hadn’t seen him since the party and were hoping he would return those feelings back. Hoping that maybe the last encounter was a good chance to start something with Reggie.

You were at River Vixens practice the air a bit heavy between Ronnie and Betty, but you tried to ignore it because it wasn’t your business and Cheryl had been bitchier about the routine.

“Hurry up idiots, we have to get these move down for the homecoming game” Cheryl shouted “It’s bad enough we have to practice in the field because they are fixing up the gym, just get into position girls.”

Since the party Betty had been ignoring Veronica and she wasn’t doing the routines well and Cheryl made her watch. She was enjoying her vengeance against Betty even though she had never done anything to her (only thing Betty did was be related to Polly; the girl Jason was in love with).

“Okay Betty I can’t have you messing this up, right now so you keep watch and maybe catch on” Cheryl spoke with a devilish smirk “Okay (Y/N) you’re one of my best for pyramids so you are going to at the top, okay” and you nodded as you made your way to the cheerleaders already beginning to form the pyramid.

As you made your way, your eye caught Reggie in practice and he caught your eye too, and you smiled at each other not realizing you hadn’t been paying attention until Cheryl called your name and you made your way to the top.

As you finally reached the top of the pyramid you made your hands into a V about to jump down when suddenly you lost balance as a football hit your head and you crashed down.

All you heard were gasps and you couldn’t keep your eyes open for long as all the girls surrounded you.

Although you were able to catch a glimpse of Reggie running faster than you’ve ever seen him run.

“Shit (Y/N)” he spoke as he kneeled down to you and rested his hand under you head and you tried to make an effort in getting up.

“No don’t, when you fall you’re not supposed to get up until you feel better” Reggie proclaimed as your eyes were closed and you couldn’t help but smile at his remark.

“Well I’m starting to feel better now” you retorted as you bit your lip and caressed his cheek.

“I’ll take her to the nurse” Reggie told the girls as he picked you up and you rested your head on his chest.

“But the nurse is close-” you heard Betty say as Reggie was already walking away with you.

“You know she’s not wrong” you told Reggie as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“About?” the dark hair heartthrob asked.

“The nurse, it’s after school” you answered.

“I know, I’m taking you to my uncle’s clinic, you need to get checked out that was a heavy fall” Reggie informed you as he rubbed his thumb on your back which made the butterflies in your stomach go nuclear.

“That’s a bit far to walk don’t you think?” you heart was beating a bit quicker, your eyes still closed because of the impact of the grass, not knowing where you were heading but you trusted him.

“I have a truck you know, but if I didn’t I’d still walk” he noted reaching to what you guessed was door and placed you gently to the passenger’s seat as he made his way to the driver’s side.

You opened your eyes for a bit and saw it was and old model truck and the front seat was all connected and there was only a bit of space in the back which was only enough for his gym stuff and you laid yourself down and placed your head on his lap and he drove away from the school.

“I thought you had a jeep” you decided to make conversation.

“I just fixed up this truck, I want to see how good it runs”

“So we could stay stuck somewhere and you just might have to carry me to the doctor” you sarcastically answered.

“You have no faith in me” he pretended to be hurt as he turned.

“I trust you, anyways, do you listen to music or-” he cut you off turning up the radio.

You kept conversation until you arrived to the clinic and he insisted on carrying you still and made his way inside.

“Tell my uncle I’m here, any rooms open?” he demanded to the receptionist.

“Room three” she answered as Reggie opened the door that separated the patients and the workers as he made his way to room three and placed you on the examination bed.

“Well look who takes charge” you mocked as he took a chair on your left side

“I can take charge”

“Really? Last I remember Mantle I kissed you” you revealed as you turned your way to look at his reaction, but were interrupted by what you guessed was his uncle.

“What happened Reggie? Oh” the man with a white coat was a bit confused “I thought you got hurt boy, what seems to be the problem?”

“Oh I’m fine, (Y/N) took a football to the head at the top of the cheerleading pyramid and fell” Reggie stood up to shake his hand.

“Okay” the man made his way to you flashing a small flashlight in your eyes “So I’m checking for a concussion and maybe a sprain”

“Yes” Reggie spoke for you again.

“How bad was the fall?” The doctor asked placing his hands on your ankles to see if you had a sprain.

“I’m not dead, but I can finally open my eyes” you sassed and reacted to him putting pressure on your left ankle.

“You finally got one with a sense of humor didn’t you Reg?” his uncle encouraged as Reggie blushed a bit.

“I’m trying” he claimed and this time you blushed “So is anything too bad?” he asked making his way back next to you placing his hand on your head stroking your hair.

“Oh no, you got pretty lucky here, just a bit more rest on your head and you have a small sprain on your left ankle some medicine and you’re all good” the man reported to you as he grabbed some bandages and placed it tightly around your left ankle.

“Thank you sir” you told the doctor as he left the room.

You sat up the bed and tried to get up your legs still a bit weak and Reggie caught you, his hands on your waist.

One of the best encounters yet you thought.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” you asked as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh plenty” Reggie said with a smug look on his face as he closed the proximity of your faces and sealed it with a kiss.


Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

A Thousand Winter Mornings

Fenris/f!Hawke, 3143 words, nsfw-ish? A discussion of his past and family in the wake of Fenris’s Alone quest, with a wee bit of headcanon that I’m not at all confident about.

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“I think—I remember my mother.”

The words rumble into her ear as she lies nestled against his chest, half-draped over him. Either he’ll say more or he won’t; she knows him well enough by now to know that, so she tucks an arm under her chin and waits. In the grey-white of morn, the lines of his profile are bold and sharp, the lyrium filigreed into his skin stark against it, but the diffuse light that filters through the rain-battered panes does little to clear the clouds that linger in his gaze.

The last time he remembered something of his past he left her—but now his hand is steady on the small of her back, as is the ebb and flow of his breathing, the even flutter of his heartbeat under her palm, where it lies splayed on his chest.

For a long time it’s all she hears over the pitter-patter of the rain, padding the velvety silence and muffling the Hightown bustle outside his window. The quiet of his mansion is unsettling after the constant activity of her own estate: the rattle of Sandal’s enchantment apparatus, Bodahn’s Veil-rending snores, the clatter of Orana’s cooking or the pounding of her carpet beater, the dog barking at shadows, a visitor come to say hello or request the Champion’s help. So whenever Fenris lets her spend the night at the old mansion? Hawke startles at its every squeak and creak despite herself—yet there’s something to be said for the hush of mornings spent like this one, in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets.

“She had green eyes, and red hair like Varania. Not a mage, though, at least not that I can tell from what little I remember. She taught me how to hold a sword. Her hands smelled of cinnamon,” he adds in an undertone.

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um hi so i’m (just under) 50 away from 2k and it’d be ya know kinda cool if i could get there sometime (soon)… and yeap that’s my story (thanks for listening reading) (*awkwardly shuffles off stage ur screen*) 

theory: how liberal a piece of media is perceived as being by the general public positively correlates with how much discourse there is within that fandom on tumblr dot com

evidence: the vast differences in content and attitude between the SU and Hamilton fandoms and the wwe and heathers fandoms

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guess who made their first animatic !!!
it’s REALLY messy and far from perfect but its done and i hope you enjoy it anyway :0c

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So I just finished this assignment for a mythology class in which I had to write a monomyth, so I storyboarded mine, taking ~10 minutes for each panel. I had to complete it in under a day, but challenging myself to do so has allowed me to really push past perfectionism and just keep drawing, trying something new in each panel and improving from start to finish! I think I will be doing more of these and highly recommend it as an exercise!! 

Here is my finished story about Teddy journeying into space and discovering that the Sun is actually a giant bear head (The 4 panels in the 2nd image are my favorite!)

"Favorite Colors" - LokixReader

Prompt :: Your favorite colors match your best friend’s clothing, that you tend to wear.  A certain God is less than pleased about this when he returns from Asgard.

Features :: grumpy Loki, platonic Pietro, mutant reader, slightly happier AU where the characters we love aren’t dead and the team lives at the Avengers Tower

Warnings :: Some cursing, and wee bit of suggestive language because… Loki

Word Count :: 3,070

Additional Notes :: This is the first fic I’ve finished and liked enough to post.  I haven’t written xReaders actively in years so it’s probably pretty bad, but I hope it’s alright aha.  I haven’t seen every movie yet so I apologize for inaccuracies.  I also wrote this on my phone, so I’m sorry if it reads awkwardly!

(side note: favorite colors are already set for this story)

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“PIETRO!” You howled, as a trailing blue blur swirled in and out of your room.  Having just woken up, you had planned on changing out of your pajamas in exchange for loose, comfy, lazy-day clothes.  Instead, Pietro had cleared your drawers and left some of his own clothes.  You sighed and slapped your palm to your forehead, both exasperated and amused.  You had formed strong bonds with both sibling sets, somehow, but you considered Pietro to be your closest friend.  That wasn’t without effort on your part, however, as you had tried to form a deeper bond with the silver tongued God.  Despite yourself, you smiled softly at the thought of him.  You had to admit to yourself that you had a special fondness for Loki, but unfortunately, the Sokovian twins knew this… all too well.  Wanda had noticed right away, but let you believe she didn’t until you had the strength to tell her.  After that, well… her teasing was what tipped off Pietro.  You loved the speedster, but platonically.  Somehow, he felt the same, and it was truly wonderful.  The other Avengers occasionally commented on how you both acted like a couple, even with cheek kisses, but the two of you cared little.  However, to anyone who didn’t constantly spend their time around you, the lack of romance could easily be missed.  Especially considering the fact that you often wore Pietro’s colors, or clothes, and you enjoyed using your powers together.  You were a proud mutant, and your powers consisted of super strength, matter manipulation, and rapid regeneration.  To put it all simply, you and Pietro were a chaotic duo in the tower.

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Later that day, the two of you were starting to set up an overly elaborate prank for Tony, when the Asgardian brothers returned from a month-long visit to their home.  Thor first entered the room with his booming voice, which caused you to disintegrate your prank materials in surprise, to avoid being caught.  Tony could clean up the debris later, or have someone else clean it, but currently, your eyes were focused on a rather gloomy Loki, who entered a few paces behind Thor.  Unfortunately, he didn’t see you yet, because you were hanging from the ceiling, as you had secured your legs into it by manipulating the ceiling to brace your body.

“Friends, how we’ve missed you!  Asgard is well- No, Jane stayed here-” Thor was answering multiple questions as the other Avengers filled the room, but paused when he noticed you.  "Lady (Y/N), why are you on the ceiling?“ He asked with a knowing smile.  Thor had fallen victim to your pranks enough times to know how you and Pietro worked together, but what he didn’t notice was how Loki’s gaze hardened when he saw you as well.

You, on the other hand, quickly motioned your hands and blended the debris into the floor, knowing what would come next.  

"I’m simply assessing the layout from a new angle, is that so wrong?” You asked with a grin, before resetting the ceiling and falling to the floor.  Pietro zoomed from an adjoining room and caught you, before pressing an over dramatic kiss to your cheek.

“(Y/N)!  What would you do without me?  You’re literally falling for me.” He joked, dragging an exasperated groan from you, followed by a hearty chuckle.  You flicked a lock of his silver hair and leapt from his hold, before walking to Thor.

The two of you properly exchanged greetings, before sharing your ‘traditional’ hug.  Thor gripped your waist and lifted you, and in turn, you did the same to him.  He was shocked the first time you did it, but now, he loved how strong you were.  As a bonus to being admirable, the two of you had become a sparring team when you were in the same realm.  You could still remember the shock and mild horror on Frandal’s face when he realized the pretty lady from Midgard could hold her own against the mighty prince.  The horror was partially because he had been flirting with you moments before you sparred with Thor, and he realized your disinterested threat of 'neutering’ him if he got too close was very possible.  Glancing at Loki, you blushed faintly and approached him with mild caution.

“Salutations, Loki…” You began, but faltered at his darkened mood.  “Hey, are you… okay?”  You asked softly, while most of the Avengers focused on Thor and headed to the sitting area.  You had always preferred to be to-the-point with the God of lies, and his apparent anger seemed to soften at your voice.  He wasn’t usually so dark and sour when returning from Asgard, though that attitude was more reasonable when he had to go there.

“I am well, thank you… But if I may ask, why do you wear the runner’s clothes?” Loki asked, his tone shifting to distaste.  "I’m sure you deal with his sweat enough to not require wearing it.“ He added, which stopped you like a brick wall.

"Wh… What?  Sweat?  These are just clothes he left after raiding my dresser.  I mean, blue and silver are my favorite colors, so…” You trailed off, still confused by Loki’s strange comment.  He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, so after a drawling moment, you decided to try to neutralize the awkwardness with a proper hug.

Unlike with Thor, your hugs with Loki were soft and caring.  He stilled for a moment in your arms, before shifting to hold you close.  His body language gradually relaxed, and soon, he leaned back and rested his forehead against yours.  You forced a smile when you noticed the pained look in his eyes.

“Loki… Please, what’s wrong?” You pressed, knowing it was important that he didn’t let his negative emotions brew and fester. He sighed, and you blushed softly at his cool breath fanning across your face.  You loved this closeness with him, and craved more, but your fear of losing his friendship was stronger than your want to be by his side, no longer just a friend.

“Nothing, darling.  I’ve simply been thinking about a conversation I had with my mother.” He stated, before turning you around and keeping a hand on your back as you walked towards the other Avengers.

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The evening had descended on the tower, but several Avengers remained active in the rec. rooms.  Pietro and Tony were betting on whether you or Thor, respectively, would win your wrestling match, while Wanda watched you with a knowing smile.  You were distracted by the other God, who was trying to read peacefully, which was why Thor had gained the upper hand.  You stole another glance at Loki, and locked eye contact.  You stilled when he grinned at you, but then, Thor pinned you to the ground. You tried to escape his grasp with your strength, so Thor pressed you into the floor to keep you there.  Pietro whistled teasingly, hoping to make a joke so Tony would forget about the bet.

“I guess we can see who will be the next queen of Asgard!”  Pietro teased, remarking on how close you and Thor currently were.  You then heard a thud, and turned your head to see that Loki had dropped his book on the floor.  Looking up at his face, his jaw was stiff and his expression was angry.  He stood up, and as he began to storm out of the room, you felt a pang of pain in your chest.  You looked at Thor, who had watched Loki as well, and he nodded softly at you.  You were glad that you knew Thor well enough when it came to his brother to wordlessly ask a myriad of questions.  He stood and pulled you up, so you could go comfort Loki on whatever angered him.

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When you arrived at Loki’s room, you knocked softly on his door, not wanting to further irritate him without justification.

“Loki, are you alright?  What happened back there?”  You asked gently, pressing one hand to the door, to feel closer to the reclusive Asgardian.  You waited several minutes, with no response, before you tried to open the door.  It was locked, of course, so you sighed outwardly.

“Loki, I’m coming in.” You warned, before using your powers to create a hole through the door that you could step through.  You returned the door to a solid state before searching for Loki, but to no avail.  Having given up and figuring he was elsewhere, you laid down on his bed and waited.

However, you probably shouldn’t have curled into one of his pillows, as you had drifted into sleep not long afterwards.  You were jostled awake by a cold hand gently shaking your shoulder, and you looked up to see Loki with a melancholic expression. You swallowed nervously, but decided against leaving.

“Loki… I’m sorry for breaking into your room, but I-” you began while sitting up, but he cut you off by raising his hand.  He smiled softly, yet you could tell it wasn’t genuine, and then he sat beside you.

“All is well, darling.  I do believe you are in the wrong bed, however.  You’d best return to your lover, lest he grow worried that I have abducted you.  He already speaks of Thor claiming you, so surely he must be lacking in confidence.” He joked, but his grin did not reach his eyes.  His smile was quickly wiped away when you gave him an incredulous look.  "Have I overstepped-“ Loki began, but you cut him off by taking a risk and holding his cold hands in your own.  He kept his lips in a tight line, and gave you a questioning look.

"Loki, I have no lover.  I… do find myself interested in someone, but I’m currently single.” You explained vaguely, wishing you had the courage to tell the Asgardian how you felt.

“…You and the man of Sokovia are not courting, then?  He is always holding you and kissing you, and, well…” Loki gestured at your outfit, “You are currently wearing his clothing.” He noted, with distaste creeping into his tone.  You chuckled softly and leaned against your long-time friend.

“Pietro and I are purely platonic.  We’re just comfortable with one another, and as to the clothes, I already told you that he likes to replace my wardrobe with his own.  I simply go along with it because he’s my best friend.  Plus, I love blue and silver.  They are one of my favorite color combos, as well as my favorite colors.”  You explained with a smile, but you took on a confused expression when you noticed Loki’s pensive look.  You sat up, and gently brushed back strands of his hair to draw his attention.  He looked at you with a hopeful expression, and you were taken aback for a moment.  He pressed his forehead to yours, and you tried to fight a blush at the intimacy of the situation.

“Then tell me, who is this man or woman, they who hold your affections?”  He asked, intertwining his fingers with yours.  "They are a lucky mortal.“ He added softly, and you had to admit defeat to your blush.  You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, but the words were caught in your throat.  Maybe you didn’t need to flat out tell him?  It was worth a shot…

"Th-They aren’t… mortal.” You whispered, hoping he would realize the truth.  However, his angry expression portrayed a very different understanding.  He stood abruptly and moved to pace around his bedroom.

“Thor?  You hold affections for that oaf?  Will the runner’s words hold true?  Do you wish to be-” Loki stopped and growled when he realized you used your powers to brace the floor around his legs to stop his angered pacing.  "Release me, woman!“

"Loki, calm down!  I don’t like Thor!” You exclaimed as you took wary steps towards the volatile God.  "I’m just friends with your brother.“  You clarified in a leveled voice, hoping to calm Loki as you stood in front of him.

"Then who?  Sif?  Hogun?  Volstagg?  Norns… is it Frandral?” He listed, dearly hoping that you had enough sense of mind to not fall for Frandral.  Loki didn’t like the idea of you being with any of them, but his chilled blood boiled at the thought of Frandral using you like any other momentary infatuation.  You took a deep breath and held his face between your hands, which seemed to surprise him.  You summoned all of the bravery you had developed as an Avenger, and pressed a soft kiss to Loki’s cheek.

“I thought you were the smart prince…” You noted softly, hoping to make light of the situation, and distract from your previous action.  Loki simply blinked in surprise, and moved one hand to touch his cheek, but he took hold of your hand instead.  You waited with bated breath for his next action.

He quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, which you fondly returned.  You gripped the back of his outfit and wished to remain that way, but that hope was crushed when he began to pull away.  However, you were shocked still when Loki pressed his chilled lips to yours.  You let out a soft noise of contentment as you returned the kiss, moving your hands to his dark hair. Loki’s arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, and remained that way when you pulled apart.

“I have longed for this for a while now, my darling… but…” He began, and you were surprised to see his expression turn sad. You softly ran your fingers through his long locks as encouragement.  "Why me?  You know what I am, and what I’ve done…“ He asked, and you sighed deeply.  You returned his floor to its natural state and lead him to sit at the foot of his bed.

"Loki, I don’t care about that stuff… Being a jotun doesn’t make you any less important, and sure, you wrecked New York, but…”  You paused, and he gripped your hands to silently implore you to continue.  "The you that I’ve come to know is a good man.  You’re one of my dearest friends, and I don’t think I could have feelings for you if I thought you were bad for your actions or bloodline.  You’re just… you, Loki.“  You tried to explain with a small smile, still struggling to tell him how you felt.  Kissing him at least took away your fears of rejection, but this felt almost surreal.  Loki was silent for a short while, before returning a gentle smile and raising your hands to his lips.

"You truly are special, lady (Y/N).  I apologize for my outburst, and if you will allow me, I would like to pursue our shared emotions…” he stated, but it seemed like there was something else he wanted to say.

“Of course, Loki, I’d love to…” You responded, biting your lower lip to try to contain yourself.  Loki smiled brightly and reconnected with your lips, pulling you into a deep kiss.  He carefully pushed you back onto his bed.  His cold fingers slid under the fabric of your shirt, but he frowned and pulled away.  He withdrew his hand and sighed, while he supported himself above you by keeping his arms at your sides.

“Now that we are courting, may I ask… Could you refrain from wearing the runner’s clothes?  I do not want anyone mistaking such a thing as his claim over you, as I did…” He asked softly, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Sure.  Pietro will be bummed, but he probably started doing it to try to get a reaction out of you… He and Wanda have known about my feelings for a while.”  You admitted, and Loki raised a brow.

“Oh?  Who else knew of your affections?  Please, don’t tell me your minimal red wardrobe comes from Thor…” He groaned with distaste, but that was replaced with curiosity when you chuckled lightly and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“The twins were the only ones who knew.  But you know, I wouldn’t be opposed to another wardrobe twist.  My top favorite color combination is blue and green, after all.”  You noted, to which Loki sent you his devious grin that you loved so much.

“Oh, darling… I cannot wait to see you draped in our colors, or nothing at all.”  He growled deeply, which caused a deep blush to bloom on your face.

You were going to respond, but then, Tony’s voice rang through the building.

“Fuck yeah!  Suck it, speedy!  I won the bet; Reindeer Games and (Y/N) just got together.”

You groaned loudly and Loki gave you a questioning look.  You chuckled softly and moved to sit up.  He followed your actions, but secured his arms around your waist.

“So, you know how Tony and Pietro were betting on whether Thor or I would win our wrestling match?  Well… They were also betting on if, or I guess when, I’d tell you how I felt.”  You explained with an embarrassed tone, but found yourself smiling at Loki’s calm yet content expression.

“At least I no longer need to worry about the apparent 'playboy’ trying to steal you away.”  He stated, before pulling you back into a chilled kiss.