Sophie.

❝𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲.❞ ➵ 𝙴𝚡 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚎. {ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ•ʀᴘ•ᴏᴄ•21+} #ᴋᴀᴛʟᴇᴇsɪ

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

—ʙɪᴏ

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[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand —of wine he had just poured her.

She was thankful for him as a whole.

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand —she wanted for so many years, and now she had it.

Carefully, Sophie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the side of his mouth, and was careful not to leave any residue like he did when kissing her.

<Thank you> she signed. But she was thankful for so much more than the glass—

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand —me and get stuff on my face when you do so> she signed before taking her first bite of food.

It tasted like their first date.

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand She felt his gaze on her, and she /knew/ he was going to kiss her with his sauce covered lips.

Did she mind? No. Not at all.

A cheeky smile appeared on her face and her body shook with silent laughter, even when he wiped it off.

<I love you too, darling. Even when you kiss—

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand —as much as he did, before joining him on the couch.

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand Ever since they started living together, Sophia has noticed a steady decline in leftovers they brought home.

Or, what she brought home. She quickly learned that leftovers was not in the god’s vocabulary.

As he began to dig in, Sophia prepared her plate, and she only took half—

[Loki @MischiefsHand]

𝐻𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝓂

𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈

〖 @OfScripturients 〗

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand —and poured the contents onto the plate, which was followed by a carton of rice, before handing it to him.

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand <The same thing as you, of course> she signed, fondly remembering that they ordered the same meal the first time they ate together.

<That way if I don’t finish it, you can finish it for me and we don’t have to worry about leftovers.>

Taking out a container, Sophia opened it—

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand —stained paper bags.

<Well good. Because this whole bag is for you> she signed, picking up said bag as she spoke.

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand Despite herself, Sophie let a mischievous smirk take hold of the smile on her lips before leaning forward and placing one last kiss on his lips.

The kiss only lasted for a moment before she pulled away and went to stand in order to take their dinners out of the brown, grease—

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand —her shoulder at the Chinese food she had brought home.

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand Honestly, Sophie didn’t know how much time had passed between them; how long they had been kept in each other���s embrace.

And did she care?

Not a bit.

Finally she pulled away from him, her cheeks flushed and heart pounding.

<Are you even hungry?> She signed, looking over—

[Loki @MischiefsHand]

𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮

𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 ?

𝓟𝓪���𝓷

𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭 ?

〖 @OfScripturients 〗

[Loki @MischiefsHand]

#WCW ~

The one that stirs his heart. The one that touches his soul. His joy when he does not know it, and his strength when he does not have it.

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand That’s when her lips met with his once again, kissing him slowly and as passionately as she could.

Everything she needed was right here before her. Tomorrow, she could worry about work. Tomorrow, she could worry about everything else. But right now, he was hers and she was his.

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand —to school, and then found out my parents were affiliated with SHIELD.

And that’s when I decided to follow in their footsteps.>

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

Loneliness is hitting her hard for some reason this evening.

So the agent carefully wraps her arms around @MischiefsHand.

[Sophie. @OfScripturients]

@MischiefsHand —talked since that night. My vocal cords are fine, it’s just—I can’t bring myself to do it.

My uncle and his wife took me in and raised me with my cousins, but then my uncle died. That’s when they started to neglect me>

Was that a good place to start? She thought so.

<I went—