“Yeah, I do,” he began with a chuckle. “I also remember the time when me an’ those pals totally whipped you into submission so badly that you ran home to yo’ momma.” He smirked. “No wait, she’s not even your real mom, is she?”
“You play a cruel game, Barton. But you are missing a few of the pieces.” Loki smiled, trying to ignore the snarky insults being hurled at him. The “adoption” card wasn’t going to get a rise out of him this time, “You also seem to forget that my true mother could probably eat yours whole… Oh wait.. You don’t have a mother.”
“I find myself glad that you remember me, Clint Barton. After all, we had such fun times together. Remember when I possessed you and had you nearly kill all of your friends?” Loki replied, crossing his arms across his chest.
((Hey guys, I am back and I am bored. Send me stuff!))
((If ever I disappear, but I owe replies or you have an important question, I can be found over on my personal blog. I am there basically every day. Don’t be shy to go poke me. Trust me, I am forgetful when it comes to replies. Or I am not in the mood and forget when I am. I will put a link on my blog as well so you can find it later if you remember to look.
But hopefully I can start remembering to log on.))
((I want to thank the 205 of you who have stuck with me through my spontaneous hiatuses. My life is a bit odd right now as I just moved to a completely different state with no friends or family. I have been focusing on my internship and art and have sadly neglected both my RP accounts.
I obviously cannot promise activity. My own interest has dimmed as much as the fandom has in this dark time, but I will do my best to try and post whenever I happen to remember.
I love those of you who have suck with me and hopefully will continue to do so. You are the best followers ever.))
Dear Person I am Jealous Of,
I certainly hope nothing….
Dear Future Me,
Perhaps you can fix what has been broken.
I am too weak now to do what I must.
I am too close to the situation to even know what that is.
The pain tells me to take revenge.
The lie of my past tells me it is not too late to stop.
It will be interesting to see what you decide.
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear [insert URL here],