The tranquility that wrapped the air around them could calm the most restless and pugnacious of spirits. Loki valued this moment tremendously, where he could peacefully gaze upon the slumbering young woman on his chest, breathing slow and steady breaths. He traced the shape of her glowing face with a finger as gently as possible so that he would not awake her. Her skin gleamed like an angel’s in the dim firelight.
This was new territory for Amora. Sure, she was flirtatious and used to being in another person’s bed. But actually allowing herself to peacefully fall asleep with or cuddled up to another person, that pulled on her fear of intimacy far to much for her to allow. Still, there she was. Comfortably slumbering on Loki, sleeping more soundly than she had in days. It was not his gentle touch that finally awoke her, just her circadian rhythms at work.
The Enchantress stirred slightly, her green eyes slowly fluttering open. It took her a moment to get her bearings. Her eyes scanned the room trying to figure out where she was and whose chest and was so comfortably nestled on. Looking up at Loki she allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of her lips. “What time is it?”
”Not time for you to leave me just yet.”
Loki placed a hand on her lower back and pulled her closer to his body, breathing in the delicate scent of her luscious hair. Of all his intimate experiences with women, this particular one seemed to bring about the most surprises. How uncharacteristic of him to become so attached to another being. But he decided to revel in it anyway.
"Did you sleep well?"
”……I remember you.”
The predatory growl in Loki’s voice had another layer of menace sewn onto his wretched, blackened soul as he gracefully stepped forth with the slow, calculated movement that of a lion with prowess.
”You…were the defiant one, the only person that dared to stand amongst the crowd of cowering mortals. To fight me.”
His approach was purposeful and intimidating, and a hand flew up to tightly grip the young woman’s chin, restricting her ability to look away.
“T’was but a big mistake.”
MCU World Premieres
this makes me very happy
If you didn’t reblog this you don’t belong here. Unless your a porn blog. You can still say.
I remember posting somewhere once in a thread about why girls aren’t exploited in animation anymore where some guy said, “all the disney girls are drawn to be generally attractive, but I don’t think there are any eye-candy men… or are there? Are there any Disney men that lots of girls like?” and I mentioned Roger. Tons of girls replied agreeing with me and the original guy was like “wait, Roger? from 101 Dalmatians? What’s attractive about him, he’s tall and lanky and has a big nose, he isn’t muscley at all! Wouldn’t you all prefer Gaston or something? Or do you girls think his big nose is indicative of something else?” and I was like “no, you idiot, he’s a silly, goofy guy who likes animals and can play a bunch of instruments, that’s why he’s attractive. What’s the matter with you? Gaston, seriously?”
This is why we need more girls in animation. And more guys like Roger apparently.
This is why I laugh my ass of whenever dudes talk about how men are “objectified” by the media too. Because 9 times out of 10, what men think is “women objectifying men” are characters like Gaston.
And Gaston is NOT a woman-driven fantasy. Gaston is a male wish fulfillment fantasy. Gaston is not what women want, he is what men want to be. He is hyper-masculinity to an extreme degree, dripping with sexism and testosterone. The fact that men think that Gaston is what women want says an awful lot about those men.
While I don’t want to generalize, female fans tend to prefer a very different kind of male hero. We like the Rogers, the Milos, the Hercules. Genuinely kind, often awkward men who are sometimes vulnerable and respectful to women.
Yes, this is a generalization. I own up to that. But I think it’s important to remember that there is often VERY big difference between what MEN want to be and what women WANT in our media.
Reblogging this again because fucking this. And hell, even the muscley dudes (see: Khal Drogo, Hercules, Thor, Captain America) are loved, not because they are muscley, but because they are sweet and loving and adorable. We love Thor because his mispronounces “Hubble” as “Hooble,” not because of what he can do with a hammer.
Reblogging for the awesome comments.
Sherlock AU - Save the Last Dance (inspired by x)Irene’s plan to surprise Sherlock during the wedding’s reception falls apart, as she catches him already dancing with another woman.
This is perfection.
Loki slowly allowed his gaze to travel up and down the young woman, an approving smirk flickering across his thin lips. “Yes, I have requested for your presence.” He adjusted his position on the royal throne, leaning forward so that his eyes may address her properly.
"I hope it wasn’t a hassle for you to come to me."
"Of course not, Your Highness. I’m actually quite glad to be out of the castle. It has been a while since I’ve visited a neighboring kingdom, after all. If I may ask, what is it that you wanted to see me about?" Alexandra’s smile grew to a when she noticed his gaze roaming her body.
The gaze that stemmed out of his dashingly green eyes was analytical and rapacious.
The king rose from his throne, the expanding regal grandeur that upheld his image like an eagle spreading its wings apart. “Firstly, I need to know. I doth always wonder. Have I your trust?”
Hessiea looked to Loki and chuckled softly. “Oh I don’t know darling. The soul of a queen in my collection sounds tempting.” Hessiea dropped Thor, and kicked him to Loki’s feet. “Take care of the little golden boy won’t you.”
Hessiea lifted Frigga into the air and grinned. “I think I’ll take your offer.” Hessiea started to draw out Friggas soul. It was painful and it made her scream. Her face went pale and her eyes lifeless as hessiea drained the life out of her. Thor desperately trying to scream for her to stop.
All this while,
the underestimation of sentiment had been a proclivity of Loki.
One may say that his actions were derived from emotion and impulse and all things that contradict the devil that he is. Because whatever turn this event takes, Loki was certain that he would not see Hessiea take his mother away. He had his own ideas. No one would interfere.
"Hessiea, stop. I have my own plans for her, darling. Leave her to me. Your king commands it." His voice was terse. Authoritative.
"Sounds lovely," She mumbled and stepped up to the clearing. She carefully held the book infront of her and let go of both sides. An unseen force, generated by her own focused energy, held the book in place, hovering over the forest floor with the spell displayed on the pages. She stepped back and held her hands infront of her, poised ontop of each other and relaxed, yet tense.
Then something broke that focus and concentration and she whipped around. The journal dropped out of the air and onto the ground with a disapproving thud. “Wait. Diminutive?” Penelope looked at Loki with raised brows and her hands found their way to her hips. “I hope that wasn’t an insult, Loki.” Her tone was accusative and just the least bit sassy.
“‘Tis only an insult if you make it sound like one.”
The externalizing mischief that kept the god functioning took form of a pleasant yet devilish smile that stretched his lips. “Why did you stop? I fancy watching you at work. Believe it or not, it’s quite fascinating. Do continue.”