AU- Agni is selectively mute after a horrible trauma and communicate with assistive devices and some sign languages. Ended up being drag to a party of a famous singer with Soma and have said singer fell for him. Said singer then proceed to help Agni get access to better therapy and eventually help him talk again. Said singer is known to be cold and badass and for them to do such a thing is completely out of character <3

blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk:

LISTEN I want you to know I had entirely too much fun with this concept??? It makes me wanna base an OC around it XD

I can fully imagine a selectively mute Agni and I can also imagine him getting a thousand times more confident after getting therapy. He deserves all the love!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

Agni

Nobody
outside of Agni’s closest friends and family really know exactly
what the trauma was. He rarely talks/writes about it, and has to be
extremely close with someone before he’ll even consider
telling them about it. In general, he has a lot of trouble trying to
talk about things that upset him whether he’s writing/typing or
signing. He just gets so overwhelmed he basically goes, “Forget
it” and hurries to the nearest bathroom to have a cry.

It’s
not that he didn’t want to go to the party with Soma; it’s
mainly just that he’s shy and introverted. He always worries about
how he’s going to manage conversations with people. Suppose they
don’t know sign language, or can’t hear his AAC device speaking
for him, or don’t feel like reading if he writes to communicate?
God forbid someone starts making fun of him or something. He’s
just nervous about being able to talk to people.

If
he didn’t already have problems talking, he would be struck
speechless when he first meets (Name). They’re so intimidating,
confident, and eloquent. He would stay silent the whole time even if
he could speak because he’s flustered around people like
that anyway. As it is, when he introduces himself with the help of
his AAC device, he turns bright red because he’s afraid they’re
going to think it’s weird or it sounds unnatural or they’re
going to berate him for not just talking.

Soma
helps a lot, honestly. There are just certain concepts Agni can’t
communicate with his AAC device or with sign language, and besides
that, Soma speaking is faster than Agni typing. Usually Soma knows
what Agni needs or wants to say, and if not, he’s able to figure
it out more quickly than Agni can type or sign. Soma’s a godsend
in this situation – especially because when he brags about Agni,
it’s less of the feeling that Agni wants him to and more of the
feeling that he’s just that proud of his friend.

(Name)
asks Soma some things, but for the most part they address Agni
directly. They don’t treat him like a kid who doesn’t understand
what’s being said simply because he has trouble speaking. Some
people speak slower because they assume Agni’s problems with
speech come from hearing loss; (Name) catches on fast enough that
they know that isn’t the case, and they don’t want Agni to feel
like they think he’s not capable of answering for himself.

The
first time (Name) takes Agni to a therapy center that he hasn’t
been able to afford, they keep it a secret. When they show up at the
place, they squeeze his hand, give him a kiss, and say, “If you
don’t want to do this sort of thing, you don’t have to. But you
deserve to have the choice.” He starts crying, and it’s a full
five minutes before he can manage to do something to
communicate anything. When he does, it’s that not only does it
mean a lot to him that they’re willing to help him with this, he
also really wants to try it if that’s okay.

He
works so hard at every session he goes to, and it’s amazing what
he can do now that he has access to more effective therapy. Soma is
there every single time, but more surprisingly, (Name) is there,
too, even if it means they have to delay working on a song or push
back an album release or cancel a concert. They’re so dedicated to
him and his recovery, and the support also goes a long way in
helping.

After
(Name) starts dating Agni, their social media is full of pictures of
him, and of them together. Everyone who’s a fan of them thinks
it’s so strange because they’ve dated before, and yet they’ve
never posted tons of pictures of their former boyfriends or
girlfriends. More importantly, they often post photos of Agni
working in therapy or after therapy, with captions like, Worked
on expressing this certain thing or in this one situation today. He
likes his therapist, I think, and he’s been making progress. I’m
so proud of him! Agni is one tough cookie. ❤️ #Recovery
#SpeakingUp #LoveMyBoyfriend It’s overly sappy and it’s not
the (Name) everyone is used to. They probably even lose some fans
for it. But Agni brings out something softer in them, and a lot of
people appreciate seeing somebody support their partner in recovery.

The
first full sentence Agni is able to say to (Name) is, “I love
you.” Followed shortly by, “Thank you,” and a bunch of kisses.
And, God, they love his voice. Even more, they love that his
confidence and anxiety has improved in addition to his speech. They
just want him to be healthy and happy, and by the time he’s able
to occasionally speak full sentences, he’s firmly on that path.

When
they’re at a point that Agni is able to speak more often and is
comfortable with it, (Name) has him featured in the chorus of one of
their songs. The song itself is a hit, and the experience goes so
well for Agni that it’s definitely gonna be happening
again.

He
proposes toward the end of his recovery, in private, and the best
part is that when (Name) says yes, Agni announces their engagement
himself, in public. Being able to verbally express his vows and love
for them at the wedding is possibly the best moment of his life.

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The amount of times I could have been that white girl in the horror movie could honestly be a movie in itself and it’s honestly a waste that my entire life isn’t constantly recorded on film because it would be HILARIOUS

1. That one time I decided to see what was past the old gate in the woods, but when got there it had been smashed in half and there was a decapitated sheep head with no skin just off the trail, so instead I just turned around and went home.

2. That time some friends and I went camping and we found a pile of bones wrapped in a garbage bag buried under a log, but the adult supervisor told us it was nothing, so we just put it back and didn’t talk about it again.

3. The time I was getting chased through the woods at night and I realized “wait it’s dark as fuck” so I just held still until the guy gave up and left.

4. The time this dude said he was in love with me and so he was going to cut my head off and dump my body in a lake, so I told him to grow the hell up, but then he got caught stealing girl’s underwear a day later and I never saw him again

5. That one time in college where I was taking a shortcut on my home at night and a car followed me into a dark alley, so I stared directly into the driver’s side of the window and walked towards it to psych them out

6. The night I was out on a walk and this old guy told me he’d locked his keys in his truck and that he needed someone my size to crawl in through the back window for him, so I told him “you know that sounds super suspicious right” and told him where to find a pay phone for a tow truck instead

7. The one time this random guy on the street said he was in love with me and so he was going to follow me home on my bus, so I clapped him on the shoulder and told him that if he got that close to my bus then I was going to throw him under the wheels, but then this really nice homeless man from Nigeria told the guy to fuck off and then checked to make sure he didn’t follow me onboard

8. That big cat with yellow eyes who I found in a well and brought home who used to put rotting meat in my closet and wake me up by chewing on my face, until I put him back outside and never saw him again.

9. My one cousin who used to come over for the summer who kept calling me ‘piñata’ and hitting me with sticks, until he went back home and was sent to juvie cause he finally got caught torturing animals

10. The time I got lost on the way to a meeting and wound up at a circus tent instead, and got followed by a full-out clown for three vacant street blocks

11. The pet hamster I had when I was seven who would scream all night and eventually escaped by ripping a bar out of its cage and wiggling through the hole. My mom caught it and put it back but it lived another year and a half until one night the screaming just stopped

12. The time I was whistling in the woods and something started whistling back, so I went home

13. That one night at summer camp where a group of girls got together to play ‘bloody mary’ in the lavatory and invited me to come with them so I said “no thanks” and stayed with the camp councillors and drank soup instead.

14. The old abandoned house I just moved into with the door that leads into a big empty room full of dirt and empty cooking pots that I just sort of… locked up forever and never go near

15. Once when I was at an ihop I saw a coffee mug do a full 360º spin with nobody touching it, so I said ‘that was neat’ and never ate there again

16. The time I took a photo of a big old raven sitting on the crucifix on top of the old town church cause it was the most goth thing I’d ever seen, right? But then it swooped down towards me, so I apologized immediately for being rude, and I felt a little silly for a while but the car that hit me on the way home didn’t even leave a bruise so idk be nice to birds

Sorry I know I bring this shit up a lot but sometimes im awake at night and I just. keep thinking

I think the secret to survival is to be good to animals, stay away from men, and say “no thanks” to everything else

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thanks taika

Prompto Argentum – Sweet 11

imagine-sweetdirtychocobros:

Putting lip-gloss on Prompto and he’s all pouty, chasing him around the house to put makeup on him – Female!Reader (WC 799)

Imagine You putting the shiniest, glossiest, glitter filled lip-gloss on your boyfriend’s sweet lip. “Prompto! Prompto, stop! I promise you’ll look so pretty! C’monnnn.”

Prompto keeps swatting at your hand as you pursue his mouth with the wand of the glittery red lip-gloss, moving his head from side to side as his nose scrunches with defiance. “But it’s gooey!”

You pause your attack, the stick raised in the air as he blocks it with his wrist, jutting your eyebrows up challengingly. “You can’t put some strawberry-flavored gloss on your lips for a few seconds but I can have your cum all over my face and not complain?”

His wrist suddenly slackens up a bit, his eyes flitting back and forth between your eyes and the tube of lip gloss. His shoulders slump and he drops his arm in a ceasefire. “…Fine.”

You squeal excitedly, scooting closer to Prompto across the bed, leaning forward in concentration. You slowly swipe the applicator across his plump lips, stifling a giggle as his brows furrow begrudgingly at the weird slime coating his skin. He forms his mouth into an O-shape, not sure of what to do with his expression to make the process easier.

When you pull back, his face stays frozen in the silly form for a bit, eyebrows quirking up in question.

“You can move now.” You deadpan, capping the gloss and shaking your head with amusement.

Prompto purses his lips, rubbing them together and letting out a disgusted scoff. “It’s sticky.”

“So is your—”

“Okay, I get it! I’ll stop complaining.”

You grin triumphantly, pulling out your phone and snapping a quick pic of him.

“Oh, you look absolutely beautiful!” You exclaim dramatically, turning the screen of your device so he can see. Prompto squints at the picture, the corners of his painted mouth dipping down for a second in mild surprise. “Hm. I don’t look half bad, actually…”

“Red is definitely your color.” You comment as bringing a finger to his face and wiping away the excess at the edges of his mouth.

“Why don’t you come a little closer so we can see if it’s yours as well?” Prompto waggles his eyebrows playfully, purring deeply in the back of his throat and making kissy faces at you.

“Actually, why don’t I go get my mascara and see how long we can make your lashes?!” You roll out of the way as he grabs for you, snickering when you hear him whine with panicked disdain.

“Absolutely not!”

But you’re already running into the bathroom, grabbing the tube of mascara from the counter and hurrying back into your room, all to find Prompto on the other side of the bed, squatting in a defensive stance with his arms out in front of him to ward you off.

Prompto points at the makeup in your grasp, shaking his head and locking his wild gaze with your coy one. “You stay the hell away from me!”

“I don’t think so, sunshine boy!” You lunge at him, crawling over the bed shockingly fast.

He let’s loose a raspy shriek, throwing his body sideways and stumbling over his socked feet as he tumbles toward the door of your bedroom.

“Come back!” You’re already thumping onto the carpeted ground, chasing after your boyfriend as he slides through the crack in the door and scuttles down the corridor that leads to the living room.

“Stay back!” Prompto’s screeching over his shoulder hysterically as you skid down the hall and into the next room.

“I just want to make you look pretty!” You cry out, your cheeks hurting as you laugh maniacally.

Prompto grabs at a throw pillow from the near by couch, chucking it at you and missing by a hair as you lean and bend to avoid it. “And I just want to keep what’s left of my masculinity!”

He looks so hilarious, screaming about his manliness as his mouth glistens and glimmers under the dim, warm lights of the living room lamps.

“Just shut up and let me!” You jump towards Prompto on the left, only to be smacked in the face with another cushion. Despite this attack, you pounce forward, arms out and hands grabbing, testing your luck.

Your body collides with his, fists tightening on his broad shoulders, sending the both of you sprawling across the ground in a mess of surprised grunts and tangled limbs.

Prompto struggles against your hold as you straddle his thighs over his shorts, shoulders jolting desperately as his head whips from side to side. He wails out in a dramatic, cinema-like voice, biting back giggles while trying to put forward a serious front as you struggle to pin his back against the floor.

“Release me, Y/N!”

“Sure Prompto! Just right after I make you all pretty.”

fight me (ง’̀-‘́)ง

bleusarcelle:

you all know what this is based on and I added smitten keith bc I can

Keith, despite popular belief, can cook.

And yes, mac and cheese is a real meal when it’s not from a damn box.

Keith hums to himself as he works, shredding the different types of cheese by his side and lets the pasta cook on the far corner of the stove. The radio plays behind his back, matching his humming flawlessly.

Now, he might just be humming the Radio News’ slogan, but that’s still humming.

The tacky slogan disappears after a few seconds, leaving in its place the greeting from one of the broadcasters from the channel. Keith listens aimlessly, catching a few of the words when he’s checking the pasta and getting the milk out from the fridge.

“ – the manager reassure us that the aquarium is safe and secure for both visitors and marine life, however, someone still managed to sneak their way into the squid tank,” the broadcaster – Benny, if Keith remembers correctly since Lance bursts into the song Benny and the Jets whenever he hears him on the radio – announces with a playful edge.

“ – no one got hurt in the least; neither did the guy or the squid ended up being harmed but let me tell you right now that someone’s pride did get wounded, hah -”

“Wow, people can be idiots,” Keith scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns the fire down slightly. “Not even my idiot is such an idiot.”

He pauses, considers his words and then shrugs.

Yeah, no, that’s definitely not his idiot.

Keith snorts as he hears the story on the radio while he works. He had just finished of dropping all of the ingredients into the cooking pot when he hears the front door open, the sound of familiar steps following the sound before they stop and the door is shut close.

“Lance?” he calls without looking away from the stove but smiling when he hears a grunt of acknowledgment. “You’re early; did you drop both Nadia and Sylvio back to your brother’s? I was making mac and cheese for them.”

More grunting and a grumble.

Odd. Keith frowns but doesn’t dwell on it; his husband is odd in general.

“Did you hear Benny’s news on your way home?” he asks as he stirs the food, grinning pleased at how delicious the melted cheese looks. “Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium, can you believe that?”

“Well,” Lance spats behind him, clear annoyance in his words and Keith can hear the pout in his husband’s lips at the tone. “Maybe the squid was being a dick.”

Keith pauses and slowly puts his paddle down before he turns around.

“Wait…”

Maybe his idiot was such an idiot.

Keith snorts loudly, slamming his hand over his mouth to contain himself but it’s no use to hide his laughter when his husband, the love of his quiznacking life, stands before him covered in black ink.

“Oh no,” Keith snickers, leaning forward and he bends and holds his stomach. “Oh, baby, no, your pride, pff -”

“Keith,” Lance whines in front of him and there’s the sound of the goddamn pout again.

Keith giggles in reply, covering half of his face with his hand as he shakes. God, he loves this man. He loves him.

And he tells him so.

Lance snorts as an answer, disbelief clear in his expression. “I wouldn’t know why, though. I mean, look at me.”

Keith does. He looks at him, he always does.

He does so right now, taking in the lean body shape of his husband, the way his dirty wet clothes cling to his frame. He looks at him and takes in the black ink smudged with his beautiful brown skin covering his neck and most of his face.

But most of all, Keith looks into his eyes, because while being surrounded by the blackness of the ink they shine brighter and he can’t get enough of them.

“I do, you idiot,” Keith mumbles quietly, stepping forward until he’s crowding his husband’s space. He hums when Lance doesn’t shy away; knowing full well he wouldn’t but still welcoming the warm feeling at the reassurance. “God, I do and I just fall deeper for you.”

Lance chokes on his own spit, or maybe it was ink. Keith can’t really know for sure.

“You are in a mushy mood,” Lance mumbles quietly and Keith sees the twitch in his lips that tattletales on him. He’s fighting off his goofy grin.

Keith can’t have that.

“Well,” he says slowly, lifting his hand up until it rest against his husband’s cheek and rubs against the ink. He finds a few hidden freckles under it. “It’s hard not to be when I’m happy and in love.”

Lance’s eyes widen a fraction before they slowly soften down with fondness and pleased confusion.

“Homemade Mac and Cheese puts me in a good mood,” Keith explains with a small shrug at his husband’s questioning stare. “You and your idiotic shenanigans put me in a good mood.”

Lance snorts but his grin is now in the open and Keith puffs out his chest proudly.

He did that.

“Well, I’m glad you’re having a blast,” Lance hums, playfully smacking a loud wet kiss against his husband’s forehead. He grins proudly when the shape of his lips stay painted against the pale skin. “Anything more to add?”

Keith smirks. “Yes; let’s get your revenge next weekend.”

“I love you so much.”

zekkare:

Promptis NSFW Week Day 5:

Oral || Being pinned/fucked against the wall || ~~“Holy shit, dude. Did you just make that sound?”~~

I loved both Prompts and figured I could probably mix them together~

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Lockets [Jason Todd x Reader]

avengerdragoness:

Prompt by @otpprompts: “

Imagine Person B discovering Person A keeps a locket with pictures of Person A and B.“

A/n: I found this prompt and was actually feeling inspired so I wrote something! Might be a little rusty so I appreciate any feedback. Hope you loves enjoy!
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It wasn’t often that your apartment needed to be cleared out. Both you and Jason were pretty tidy people so it wasn’t often that you needed to do any spring cleaning. However, things began to pile up in your bedroom closet. It had been driving Jason crazy but neither you or him had gotten around to doing it.

However, when a Sunday rolled around that neither of you had anything to do, you both decided to tackle that closet.

He was pulling out boxes and bags as you were going through them. Throwing things into three piles. One for trash, another for donation, and lastly for what to keep. You had music playing softly in the background, keeping your ears occupied as you hummed along to the lyrics.

Jason got up and set another box on the bed beside you. Your eyes flickered up to look at him, giving him a smile before he went back to look through more stuff.

Pulling the flaps of the boxes open, you began to pull things out. Throwing an old t-shirt into the donation box, a notebook from your freshman year in college into the trash, laughing you discovered a book you were assigned in high school. Smiling you set it in the ‘keep’ pile, determined to look into reading it again and to look at your old notes in the margins.

It was peaceful. You and Jason simply enjoying the other’s company with the melody of the music playing in the background.

You weren’t drawn away from your sorting and the music until Jason chuckled asking, “What’s this?”

Looking up you spotted a thin gold chain hanging out of his hand as it was attached to something in his palm. Your head tilted as you slipped off the bed to see what he was holding. Upon seeing his palm a soft smile graced your lips. He was holding a golden locket, it was opened to reveal a picture of Jason when he was still young. Before his death.

“That’s my locket. Alfred gave me that after you died.” You gently took it from his hand. Affectionately brushing your thumb over the picture. A smile pulled at your lips. “I missed you so much, Alfred wanted me to have you with me at all times. I didn’t take it off until you came back.”

Jason looked at the picture again, an arm settling around your waist. “I remember when he took that. It was Christmas at the Manor, I was so excited because Alfred got me a cookbook. You kept this?”

You smiled and nodded. “I thought I lost it. I put it in my pocket one day and when we got home it was gone. I guess it got buried back here.” You clipped the locket shut and put it back around your neck.”

Jason smiled and kissed your temple. “I didn’t know you were that into me when we were kids.” He teased and you hit his chest. “Oh shut up. You liked me just as much as I liked you.” Turning you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You thought you were this badass sidekick and you were actually just a caring guy, trying to make a difference.”

“You give me too much credit.”

“No” you cupped his face. “I give you just enough.” Saying before you pecked his lips. “And I have this to prove it.” You tapped the locket now around your neck with a smile.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. His fingers gently took the locket and opened it, looking at the picture inside again. His thumb gently rubbed over the picture as if it would disappear after his thumb passed over it, like it was an illusion. But he almost looked relieved to see his younger self smiling back at him.

Your eyes watched him carefully. “Jay?” You whispered and his eyes flickered back to you. “Sorry, I just… I was just remembering.”

Reaching up you gently wrapped a hand around his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to.” You brought his hand to your lips so you could place a gentle kiss to it before rubbing it in with your thumb.

“I love you” He said suddenly.

Smiling you pushed up to kiss him before pulling away. “I love you too baby, let’s take a break and have some lunch, hm?”

Nodding he laced his fingers with yours to lead you into the kitchen. Beginning to ask you what kind of sandwich you wanted. A laugh bubbled from your throat at the quick change of topic from something sentimental to the importance of condiments. Only Jason could make such a switch.

During your entire walk to the kitchen you gently fiddled with the locket, watching as he bounced around the kitchen to make lunch. Reminding you of when he was a young teenager cooking in the manor kitchen, bouncing from fridge to counter with ingredients as he read out of the cookbook Alfred gave him for Christmas.

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Imagine…

It comes in the quiet night, when all are sound and sleeping.

It avoids the bright lights and slips through the shadows, it’s dark figure unseen. It’s presence unnoticed to all. Humans are such simple, ignorant creatures, so unaware of what is truly there in the dark. Rarely has it’s kind ever been caught, only revealing itself when it’s too late for thier victims…

Quietly, it creeps closer to the little house on the corner, closer to the opened bedroom window…

A breeze whispers through the night, lifting up the curtains to reveal…you. Sleeping. Your chest rises and falls slowly, it can smell your sweet blood and sense your warmth. It growls softly, dark hands grasping your windowsill.

Not a soul notices when it enters the threshold.

It slips into your room, creeping across the floor and closer to you. It stops just near your bed. Leaning close, it takes in your scent, growling with satisfaction. Humans always smell good but you, you smell better. Sweeter.

And you are awake.

Your eyes are open, staring face to face with such a horrifying creature.

“Hey, you…” you murmur sleepily.

It comes in the quiet night, when humans slumber and monsters roam freely. It’s kind are still hunting but it is done for the night.

It is always sure to feed before coming to you, never wanting to risk any temptation as it crawls into your bed. It knows what it is. A monster, a nightmare, the scary stories humans tell around the fire. But it also knows what it has longed for so long.

Warmth. Tenderness. Love.

You give it all of that and more. It crawls into bed, keeping close to you as it snuggles beneath the blankets. You stroke it’s face with your soft hand and kiss it, whispering a good night as your eyes close once more.

It comes to you every night. And it always will.

🥀+ bucky in pink ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ congrats !!! ❤️ you are amazin

crypticavengers:

(yelled when i saw this bucky in cOlOR?, and thank you <<3)

headcanon: bucky in pink

it started off as a joke

you told bucky his dark soul needed color in his life

and he basically gave you a look saying “chALLenGE ACCEPTED”

it started off small with him changing his boxer briefs from a dark blue to red

his shirts turning into floral prints, instead of regular solids

and then you saw something bright

it was a pink polo in ur rear view

and you saw long hair

“son of a bitch…”

bucky knew you loved pink, it was ur fav color

he always loved wearing different colors in the 40s but after the whole hydra situation

he never really had a reason to add color into his wardrobe or life

sappy to say, color had no meaning to him

yet you came into his life

and holy fuck you were like a rainbow on steroids

you were the color in his life, the thing that always kept him going

and when you saw the pink he wore you wanted to cry

you were so used to his dark t-shirts, and when you saw the bright colored polo in front of you, it was a big step for him

because the dark shirts kept him hidden

and the pink was sO BRIGHT

it took a lot for him

he turned around, and saw you.

“hey doll-”

it was a matter of seconds before you ran to him, wrapping him in a hug

“im guessing you like the color”

“i really fucking love it, and i love you.”

then you kissed his pink plump lips, and he saw colors

you brought back color to his life.

and he was eternally gratefully

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Markings

Loki x Reader

Fluff for the sake of fluff

Warnings: mention of sex

Loki lay beside you in bed, asleep, blissfully unaware of the thoughts eating you alive, keeping you awake. You both had been in a relationship for a while and we’re slowly approaching your first anniversary. He’d fallen asleep shortly after making love to you, causing you to come to your current realization. City lights from the surroundings of Stark Tower shown through the window, softly illuminating Loki’s face with flashes of yellows and blues. You stared at him in silent admiration, watching his chest rise and fall. “I love this man,” you thought to yourself. I love him, you thought, and I’ve never even truly seen him.

He shifted a bit, and out of desperation you woke him up. “Let me see you, please!” you barked while shaking him. Loki woke with a start. “What? What’s the matter?” he responded groggily.

“I just want to see you.”

He looked at you as if you’d gone mad. “I’ve been here the whole night?”

“No, I know, I mean you. YOU. The real you. It’s been all this time and I just, I love you and I accept you for all that you are and it’s just really bothering me that I haven’t seen you yet.” You rambled on and on, almost choking on your own words from trying to blurt them out so fast. “I just want to see you. Please don’t be upset and I guess I’ll understand if you’re uncomfortable. But I… I really want to see you.”

“Darling, I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You sat up and turned to look at him. “Can I see you, in your, um…”

Loki’s eyes brightened as he understood. “….my jotun form?”

“Yes.” You flushed with embarrassment.

Green light flashed as he changed in front of you. His smooth skin changed color, turning a beautiful arctic blue; markings appearing all over his skin, and his eyes phased over to a deep ruby red. You noticed he didn’t really keep eye contact in this form, and that broke your heart.

“I’m sorry. If this is too difficult you don’t have to I just, I felt like I had to see this side to truly know all of you.”

He nodded, but didn’t change back.

“What do these markings mean? Do you know?”

“I don’t.” He snapped. “I don’t even understand why you wish to see this disgusting mess.”

You insisted he change back if it was too difficult and apologized for ruining the evening for him.

He sat there in silence, still not changing back. It was as if he was afraid to change back, thinking you would forever see this form, regardless of any effort to remain the asgardian prince you met him as. He was afraid you’d look at him differently.

You knew him well enough to pick up on it, so you lunged for him, grabbing his face and kissing him passionately.

Once it was done, you were both breathless, and he looked at you dumbfounded.

“Loki, there is nothing that could ever change the way I feel about you. I want you to know that I accept you and I think this part of you is just as beautiful as the face I fell in love with.”

Tears welled up in his eyes; he laid back down and held you close, saying nothing. He eventually fell back asleep.

To your surprise, Loki didn’t change back until the morning.