Tag Archives: greensilvr

don’t mind me, random idle musings when I’m up way too late

otp: fireiron – longterm sexual/romantic relationship with Tony Stark/Gadget (gadgeteerphilanthropist) {v: marvel; gadgetverse}

ot3: frostironfire – sexual/romantic relationship with Loki/Flyte (mischiefandflyte) linked with Gadget {v: marvel; gadgetverse}

otp: night and day – sexual/romantic relationship with Victor Roth (iamvictor-roth) {v: modern}

otp: hwacha! – potentially sexual/romantic relationship with Clint Barton/Hawk (nestinghawk) linked with Gadget {v: marvel; gadgetverse}

heart-sibling/friendship with Daniel Jackson (spacemonkeysg1) {v: marvel; gadgetverse}

mutual mild intolerance with Loki/Raven (raventheprinceofmischief) {v: marvel; gadgetverse}

friendship with Thor/Divine (adivinegod) {v: marvel; gadgetverse}

otp: fire and ice – off and on sexual/awkwardly hidden romantic relationship with Loki (greensilvr [formerly lokilaufeyyson])

otp: you are my fetish – sexual/budding romantic relationship with Vex (theyrecompletelymesmerized) {v: lost girl}

heart-sibling/friendship with Merlin (wordlesswarlock) {v: arthurian summer}

friendship/budding romantic relationship with Percival (sirpercivalofcamelot) {v: arthurian summer}

unrequited romantic interest in Oliver Lowell (picaresque-hero) {v: modern}

friendship?/unrequited sexual interest with Stanley (usurperpredator) {v: modern}

unrequited&concealed sexual interest in Tom Hiddleston (dementedpudding, theonenamedtomhiddleston, thefluffyromantic)

secret admirer/crush on Isaac Lahey (thenameislahey) {v: teen wolf}

secret admirer/crush on Allison Argent (insidiousxsilver) {v: teen wolf}

unwilling soulmates with Derek Hale (howlinginhale) {v: teen wolf; soulmates}

cuddle buddies with Danny Mahealani (dannyloveshisarmani) {v: teen wolf}

otp: lioness and wolf – sexual/romantic relationship with Isaac Lahey (freezerpuppy) {v: teen wolf} 

otp: bloody hearts – sexual/antagonist relationship with Damon Salvatore (damonpsychopathsalvatore) {v: modern}

what even is going on with Puck/Robin Goodfellow (robinprankstergoodfellow)

screwing around with Phil Coulson (broken-weapon) {v: marvel}

screwing around with Pietro Maximoff (fastestquickestmutant) {v: marvel}

[absent] sexual/romantic relationship with Gabriel (archangelswag) {v: marvel; gadgetverse}

[absent] friendship/sexual interest with Fenrir (fenrir-the-monster-wolf)

[absent] sexual/romantic relationship with Duke Humphrey (dukehumphrey) {v: medieval summer}

[absent] budding sexual/romantic interest in Dyson (d-man-howl) {v: lost girl}

[absent] sexual/romantic relationship with Robert Downey Jr (incredibly-gifted-faker) {v: modern}

[absent] budding sexual/romantic relationship with Toni Stark (tinmantonystark [formerly redmetalandgold])

[absent] otp: the druid knight and the firelady – sexual/romantic relationship with Mordred (turpisvirtute) {v: arthurian summer}

[absent] friendship?/unrequited romantic interest in Arthur (sonofpendragon) {v: arthurian summer}

[absent] friendship with Merlin (merlinyouidioticservant) {flatmate!au}

[absent] otp: opposites attract – sexual/budding romantic relationship with Sherlock Holmes (consultinsociopath) {flatmate!au}

[absent] older-sibling/friendship with Xavier Rud (xavierrud) {flatmate!au}

[absent] friendship/unrequited&concealed sexual interest with Tony Stonem (the-stonem) {flatmate!au}

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greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

He crushed her so close her hands were trapped between them, fingertips scrabbling against his chest. She needed to climb inside his clothes, inside his very skin, so close nothing could ever part him from her again. The little voice warned, uselessly; she refused it.

“Please,” she hissed, in between kisses that made it impossible to breathe. “Please, I need you — ” She shoved up on her toes, strained upward, wrapped a leg around his body and tried to climb him like a tree. She burned, and he was ice; blazed, and he was darkness; two stars opposed and drawn into mutual orbit.

Loki chuckled as she wrapped herself around him, as he felt her flames projected all through him, and his chill reflected back as a desperate need to get warm.

But they were too close to the castle, and the areas patrolled by Odin’s men. And he could hear a faint stomping in the distance, like footsteps marching through undergrowth. Maybe he imagined it, or maybe they needed to keep moving.

He stroked her hair from her face, reluctantly lowering her back to the ground, taking care to run his hands over her thighs as he did so. “Later, Summer. We must keep moving.” His voice sounded strained and breathless to his ears, and his face was flushed. “I thought I heard something approaching. Let us find a camp for the afternoon before…we get too…”

She whined as he put her down, but he was right, and she knew it. Well, her mind knew it, even as her body complained of parting from him. She offered him an not-entirely feigned pout, reshouldering the backpack. “You’re right. You can be such a torturer!”

They tramped for several hours under the westering sun, barely speaking except to alter course. An odd harmony settled between them, though, and each one took opportunities to touch the other — holding hands through the shallow valleys, Loki lifting Summer up over tree trunks or large rocks as the ground steepened toward the distant mountains, Summer taking Loki’s elbow to guide him around smaller obstacles.

She spoke even less as the rays of the sun burned golden, then amber, feeling a strange pull. Not quite a guide, but a tingle, something inexplicable and utterly unrelated to the god at her side. Following a stream and the crumbling remains of a natural rock wall, they rounded a bend and came upon a low cave, partly screened by a tree that strongly resembled a weeping willow.

The day was fading and Loki was relieved to see the cave. He had seen it before—venturing out this far as a child had been his favorite way to get in trouble, and to escape retribution when he was caught. Not much seemed to have changed.

He realized he was clutching Summer’s hand, and all at once felt quite embarrassed, even though there was no one to see. He cleared his throat and let go. “There is a small lake of fresh water inside these caves,” he said, remembering teaching himself to swim as a child. “We could stay here for the night.” He looked at her, still unsure, still a bit lost for how to feel with a…what was she? A lover? He swallowed.

When Loki spoke, Summer jumped a little. They’d been quiet for so long, she almost felt she’d forgotten what it was to speak. The — whatever it was — the tingle was still there; they hadn’t found it yet. She decided not to tell him about it. Maybe it would go away.

She lifted the branches aside and looked inside, though there wasn’t much to see, then nodded. “Yeah,” she said, voice slightly rusty from disuse. Stepping inside, she made a little flame and saw that it was a bit low, but dry and fairly flat for the first ten feet or so. Farther back, she could see a few openings, and water glittered in her light from one of them. It looked like there was a hole in the roof of that cave, too.

Dropping the backpack unceremoniously, Summer rolled her shoulders and explored deeper, calling back, “I think I might bathe.” When she stepped into the room with the lake, she could see the darkening sky through a narrow opening in the ceiling of it, and the water looked clear to the pebbled bottom. She left her flame burning on one of the rocks by the pool and knelt to dip a hand in the water, finding it to be a little cool, but not shockingly so.

Logically, she probably should be more careful, she thought, but she was grimy and sweaty from walking all day, and frankly she just wanted out of these clothes and clean. So she stripped off her shirt and pants, considered for half a second, and removed her underclothes too. Naked, she crept into the water, sighing softly at the chill of the water on warm skin.

Connections

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iamthefirechild

It was impossible to say if the kiss was unexpected or not. She fell into it, clinging to him more tightly. There was heartbreak ahead, she /knew/ there was heartbreak ahead; this was Loki, god of liars, god of mischief. His entire aspect could change in the blink of an eye. But he wanted, he wanted like fire and the burning of stars, and she wanted too, and anything he asked of her right now she would say yes.

She sought, blindly, to get her hands under his shirt, needing to touch that cool pale skin. It didn’t matter that they were running away, lost in a forest and far from safety; it didn’t matter that not that long ago he’d been the enemy and then an unlikely ally and then gone.

Loki felt himself spin away under the delicate touch of her hands. Thoughts of fear, anger, isolation … all of it could wait. It all fell to the background as he sucked her lip between his teeth and pulled her closer still, leaning hungrily into their kiss.

He remembered the first time his lips had found hers; the fire was still there, after so much time apart. His mind was burning with emotions — hers and his own alike — like he hadn’t felt ever before. He was drawn to that fire like a moth. Helpless.

He crushed her so close her hands were trapped between them, fingertips scrabbling against his chest. She needed to climb inside his clothes, inside his very skin, so close nothing could ever part him from her again. The little voice warned, uselessly; she refused it.

“Please,” she hissed, in between kisses that made it impossible to breathe. “Please, I need you — ” She shoved up on her toes, strained upward, wrapped a leg around his body and tried to climb him like a tree. She burned, and he was ice; blazed, and he was darkness; two stars opposed and drawn into mutual orbit.

Loki chuckled as she wrapped herself around him, as he felt her flames projected all through him, and his chill reflected back as a desperate need to get warm.

But they were too close to the castle, and the areas patrolled by Odin’s men. And he could hear a faint stomping in the distance, like footsteps marching through undergrowth. Maybe he imagined it, or maybe they needed to keep moving.

He stroked her hair from her face, reluctantly lowering her back to the ground, taking care to run his hands over her thighs as he did so. “Later, Summer. We must keep moving.” His voice sounded strained and breathless to his ears, and his face was flushed. “I thought I heard something approaching. Let us find a camp for the afternoon before…we get too…”

She whined as he put her down, but he was right, and she knew it. Well, her mind knew it, even as her body complained of parting from him. She offered him an not-entirely feigned pout, reshouldering the backpack. “You’re right. You can be such a torturer!”

They tramped for several hours under the westering sun, barely speaking except to alter course. An odd harmony settled between them, though, and each one took opportunities to touch the other — holding hands through the shallow valleys, Loki lifting Summer up over tree trunks or large rocks as the ground steepened toward the distant mountains, Summer taking Loki’s elbow to guide him around smaller obstacles.

She spoke even less as the rays of the sun burned golden, then amber, feeling a strange pull. Not quite a guide, but a tingle, something inexplicable and utterly unrelated to the god at her side. Following a stream and the crumbling remains of a natural rock wall, they rounded a bend and came upon a low cave, partly screened by a tree that strongly resembled a weeping willow.

Connections

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

Loki’s sudden clasp startled Summer, but she nestled into his grip nonetheless. “I’m not going anywhere, then,” she murmured into his chest. “I won’t leave you alone. Don’t you leave me alone, okay?” The strength of his feelings was a little frightening, considering how little time they’d actually had together.

They’d only ever teased each other. How could he possibly — well, probably she was misinterpreting his feelings. Summer tipped her face up to Loki’s, hugging tight.

He knew this was dangerous. Perhaps the most dangerous thing he had ever gotten swept up in, if not the most consuming. He had run before, plenty of times. But always alone. And now her soft embraces rushed through his blood like a hard drug, and he clawed wildly for more, higher, closer. He promised himself this woman would not become weakness. She would continue to set him aflame and strengthen his resolve. They would be unstoppable; never weak.

And yet, unmistakably, his legs trembled as he let his lips fall the rest of the way to hers, eyes pressing closed as he slid his arms tighter around her back.

It was impossible to say if the kiss was unexpected or not. She fell into it, clinging to him more tightly. There was heartbreak ahead, she /knew/ there was heartbreak ahead; this was Loki, god of liars, god of mischief. His entire aspect could change in the blink of an eye. But he wanted, he wanted like fire and the burning of stars, and she wanted too, and anything he asked of her right now she would say yes.

She sought, blindly, to get her hands under his shirt, needing to touch that cool pale skin. It didn’t matter that they were running away, lost in a forest and far from safety; it didn’t matter that not that long ago he’d been the enemy and then an unlikely ally and then gone.

Loki felt himself spin away under the delicate touch of her hands. Thoughts of fear, anger, isolation … all of it could wait. It all fell to the background as he sucked her lip between his teeth and pulled her closer still, leaning hungrily into their kiss.

He remembered the first time his lips had found hers; the fire was still there, after so much time apart. His mind was burning with emotions — hers and his own alike — like he hadn’t felt ever before. He was drawn to that fire like a moth. Helpless.

He crushed her so close her hands were trapped between them, fingertips scrabbling against his chest. She needed to climb inside his clothes, inside his very skin, so close nothing could ever part him from her again. The little voice warned, uselessly; she refused it.

“Please,” she hissed, in between kisses that made it impossible to breathe. “Please, I need you — ” She shoved up on her toes, strained upward, wrapped a leg around his body and tried to climb him like a tree. She burned, and he was ice; blazed, and he was darkness; two stars opposed and drawn into mutual orbit.

Connections

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

“Running away, I thought.” Summer brushed her hand against Loki’s arm. “I’m sorry. Is this not a good plan? You don’t want to be locked up, and I can’t blame you, and honestly I don’t know any better way to get you anywhere else. I only know a little bit of Asgard, and Earth. Midgard. I can’t get you off this world, Loki! I can’t — I’m just an empath, I’m not really going to be a lot of good to you, but I won’t leave you if you don’t want me to.”

She ran down after a minute, trying to figure out what else to say. “You said you’d try. I’m just trying to help.”

He caught her hand and pulled her into his arms. “You are the only thing that helps, and I forbid you to leave me,” he murmured, leaning down so their foreheads touched. He felt wildly possessive, desperate to dig out any inkling that she may feel useless to him and go. “I will run away until we find somewhere to take root, and there we will be exalted and adored, and you will not leave me.”

Loki’s sudden clasp startled Summer, but she nestled into his grip nonetheless. “I’m not going anywhere, then,” she murmured into his chest. “I won’t leave you alone. Don’t you leave me alone, okay?” The strength of his feelings was a little frightening, considering how little time they’d actually had together.

They’d only ever teased each other. How could he possibly — well, probably she was misinterpreting his feelings. Summer tipped her face up to Loki’s, hugging tight.

He knew this was dangerous. Perhaps the most dangerous thing he had ever gotten swept up in, if not the most consuming. He had run before, plenty of times. But always alone. And now her soft embraces rushed through his blood like a hard drug, and he clawed wildly for more, higher, closer. He promised himself this woman would not become weakness. She would continue to set him aflame and strengthen his resolve. They would be unstoppable; never weak.

And yet, unmistakably, his legs trembled as he let his lips fall the rest of the way to hers, eyes pressing closed as he slid his arms tighter around her back.

It was impossible to say if the kiss was unexpected or not. She fell into it, clinging to him more tightly. There was heartbreak ahead, she /knew/ there was heartbreak ahead; this was Loki, god of liars, god of mischief. His entire aspect could change in the blink of an eye. But he wanted, he wanted like fire and the burning of stars, and she wanted too, and anything he asked of her right now she would say yes.

She sought, blindly, to get her hands under his shirt, needing to touch that cool pale skin. It didn’t matter that they were running away, lost in a forest and far from safety; it didn’t matter that not that long ago he’d been the enemy and then an unlikely ally and then gone.

Connections

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

iamthefirechild:

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she sighed. Finding a bigger tree, she stopped by it and rolled the backpack off her shoulders. “I’ve been assuming we have an actual destination — do we? Or are we just wandering and hoping to find a cave?” She rubbed at a shoulder where the strap had bitten into the muscle.

“Our destination is some semblance of a life for me,” he said bitterly, and dragged himself to the tree, leaning heavily against it.

“Honestly, what am I doing out here?” He rubbed both hands over his face until it hurt.

“Running away, I thought.” Summer brushed her hand against Loki’s arm. “I’m sorry. Is this not a good plan? You don’t want to be locked up, and I can’t blame you, and honestly I don’t know any better way to get you anywhere else. I only know a little bit of Asgard, and Earth. Midgard. I can’t get you off this world, Loki! I can’t — I’m just an empath, I’m not really going to be a lot of good to you, but I won’t leave you if you don’t want me to.”

She ran down after a minute, trying to figure out what else to say. “You said you’d try. I’m just trying to help.”

He caught her hand and pulled her into his arms. “You are the only thing that helps, and I forbid you to leave me,” he murmured, leaning down so their foreheads touched. He felt wildly possessive, desperate to dig out any inkling that she may feel useless to him and go. “I will run away until we find somewhere to take root, and there we will be exalted and adored, and you will not leave me.”

Loki’s sudden clasp startled Summer, but she nestled into his grip nonetheless. “I’m not going anywhere, then,” she murmured into his chest. “I won’t leave you alone. Don’t you leave me alone, okay?” The strength of his feelings was a little frightening, considering how little time they’d actually had together.

They’d only ever teased each other. How could he possibly — well, probably she was misinterpreting his feelings. Summer tipped her face up to Loki’s, hugging tight.

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iamthefirechild:

greensilvr:

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Catching his remark, Summer spluttered and snorted. “You were in a glass box, you said. That doesn’t sound like king of much. Are you counting on some kind of restoration, here? I don’t think that’s going to go over well. And, uh, I’m not going to back you on that one.”

He sighed, glaring up at the sky. At least she wasn’t one to mindlessly flatter. Still. “There’s no need to be rude, darling,” he said rather sharply. “But worry not, I’ve long since abandoned such ambitions. Asgard is a petty prize to me now.” It was as if he could hear how foolish he must sound to her, and yet he still couldn’t stop saying such things. He shoved a branch out of his way a bit too roughly. It would be a long day, that much was certain.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she sighed. Finding a bigger tree, she stopped by it and rolled the backpack off her shoulders. “I’ve been assuming we have an actual destination — do we? Or are we just wandering and hoping to find a cave?” She rubbed at a shoulder where the strap had bitten into the muscle.

“Our destination is some semblance of a life for me,” he said bitterly, and dragged himself to the tree, leaning heavily against it.

“Honestly, what am I doing out here?” He rubbed both hands over his face until it hurt.

“Running away, I thought.” Summer brushed her hand against Loki’s arm. “I’m sorry. Is this not a good plan? You don’t want to be locked up, and I can’t blame you, and honestly I don’t know any better way to get you anywhere else. I only know a little bit of Asgard, and Earth. Midgard. I can’t get you off this world, Loki! I can’t — I’m just an empath, I’m not really going to be a lot of good to you, but I won’t leave you if you don’t want me to.”

She ran down after a minute, trying to figure out what else to say. “You said you’d try. I’m just trying to help.”