lies-and-mischief:

iamthefirechild:

lies-and-mischief:

spookylightning:

lies-and-mischief:

spookylightning:

lies-and-mischief:

“My running mate. My assistant. When I run for President, you will be my Vice President. Understand?” He smiles at Thor. “You are so handsome, you know that?”

“I think it’s time you stop drinking. For the rest of your life.”

“It’s your fault, you know.” He places the blame on Thor. “Fine. But can we at least adopt a cat?”

“Loki, you don’t need to ask me if you can adopt a feline into your family. I honestly have no say over what you do.” Which was partially true. It was like they were dating or married or anything officially. “If you’re asking me to accompany you when you go to adopt one; I’d be more than happy to tag along.”

“But the cat doesn’t have to just be in my family.” Loki looks at Thor, clearly hinting at what he wanted. “Please do. I want a precious cat, one that’s fluffy and adorable.”

Like this one, Loki?

“Yes. I do very much.”

Here. The last thing I need is another kitten; I have four cats already. If he’s anything like his father, he’ll bite toes, be warned.