@chiclawyerism he takes her hand, studying her face briefly before shaking it gently
"elle woods, pleasure to meet you"
he releases her hand, a faint grin tugging at his lips
"loki, and apparently, i've just met my fashion consultant"
notes
》 i try to keep my portrayal of loki true to his char but i also love exploring a softer side of him that slowly comes out around people he trusts
》 open to mature themes, nsfw, banter, angst and serious storylines
》here to have fun, no pressure on replies ♡
@chiclawyerism "hmm, so silver brightens me, but green suits me…"
a faint, pleased smile tugs at his lips.
"you've been paying rather close attention to my appearance. interesting… and your name, miss?"
@chiclawyerism he reaches absently toward one of the golden rings on his finger, turning it
"silver, you say? i'll consider it, though now i'm curious why you think it would suit me"
he flicks his fingers, a small green flame blooms above his palm
he watches it dance for a moment before closing his hand, snuffing it out
another quiet evening
"BALL INSPECTIOOOOON-!"
A VERY FAST underhand swing of her arm, her hand swiftly grasping the reader's balls.
She stares into the reader's eyes the entire time, squinting all the while.
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don’t mind them, 𝓇𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, she’s mindlessly humming the folk songs of ljósálfar. as annoying as the light elves can be, it cannot be denied that they have a true gift for music…