Fear The Cold Inside

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begitalarcos:

In a blind rage the Hulk takes out his wrath on the only person who desperately tried to quell the mindless green beasts anger…

As a result Tony Stark lies a broken man on life support with Bruce Banner falling apart at his bedside consumed by his guilt

(via ironinmyspine)

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Jack the Ripper:
Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.
Darkness:
Muse is blind for 24 hours.
Spirit Animal:
Muse is turned into an animal (Anon decides what) for 12 hours.
Flustered:
When Muse sees, (anon chooses), Muse will stutter, blush, and act like a complete klutz around the so called individual, for 3 hours.
Fear:
Anon gets to name something, and muse will have an extremely debilitating phobia of it for one week. Bonus points if it’s something ridiculous.
Memories:
Muse has amnesia. (Anon decides duration)
Jealousy:
Muse will be jealous, of (anon chooses) for a certain amount of time. Anon chooses, for what reason Muse is jealous. Also for how long.
Injury:
Muse will be injured somehow (anon decides severity and injury) for ____
Gemini:
Muse will split into two different versions of themself for ___
Answer:
Muse will have to answer anything that is asked of him/her truthfully, lasts 4 hours
Noise:
Muse will say everything they think, lasts for a day
Angel:
Muse is and angel for ___
Demon:
Muse is a demon for ___
Possession:
Muse is possessed by a demon for ___
Blood:
Your thirst for blood is insatiable. No, you aren't some vampire with convenient sharp teeth. You gotta find blood to eat or you'll starve; all other food and drink make you promptly vomit.
The Mirror:
You become split into two versions of yourself -- your good and your evil, for ___.
Brainwashed:
You will be brainwashed by the next person to say your name. Lasts for _____.
I'm Dying:
I'm so...so sorry... (Anon decides of what and how long you have)
Artificial Heart:
The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor."
Frozen to the Core:
Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.
Say You'll Haunt Me:
Muse is a ghost, whom can only be seen if they want to be. Lasts 10 posts
(Note:
none of these are mine, but are simply some of my favorites)

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letthefrostbite asked: "Fluff please"

ice-cold-loki:

8. A day trip to the beach.
//OMG worst number to get for poor Jötun Loki//

The Jötun sat on the bed, his eyes narrowed at his lover in front of him. “To the beach?” The king huffed. “And why do you think that will be a good idea?”

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letthefrostbite asked: "Fluff please"

8. A day trip to the beach.
//OMG worst number to get for poor Jötun Loki//

The Jötun sat on the bed, his eyes narrowed at his lover in front of him. “To the beach?” The king huffed. “And why do you think that will be a good idea?”

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letthefrostbite asked: // I see your lurking on my art blog XD

letthefrostbite:

ice-cold-loki:

//PSH NO. NOT AT ALL.

// DON’T YOU LIE TO ME! There’s some random ass stuff on that blog XD

// -SOBS- OKAY, YOU GOT ME T.T I LIKE YOUR STUFF THOUGH

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ice-cold-loki asked: ☏ //hello ^^. My Loki is the if he wasn't found by Odin.

letthefrostbite:

ice-cold-loki:

letthefrostbite:

letthefrostbite:

My muse is hiding something embarrassing! Send me a ☏ and I will generate a number from 1-13 for what it is! (Some NSFW)

1. Their baby blanket

"H-hey you can’t look at that!" Loki said towards the Jotun, he had issues surrounding Jotun’s to begin with considering he was one and he feared his natural form, he didn’t want the Jotun damaging his precious item.

"I do not see why you would want to be involved with a race that believes small offspring should be sacrificed to the land." Loki shouldn’t even be here, he was supposed to be in his own realm in the healers quarters under supervision to make sure he was eating, he was dangerously underweight.

"Well, that was on he terms of the last king. I am not him, nor do I act like him." The Jötun hissed. "And at least I eat." He growled, looking over the other slowly with a light scowl. "Perhaps you should stay for a feast, hm? With all of the Jötun favorites. Dried fish, blood sausage, grains from distant realms and plenty of wine." The Jötun purred happily.

"I eat when I feel like eating." He responded crossing his arms, his weight and eating habits clearly a sensitive topic. "I have never eaten any of that before." He sighed, this may not be his universe but he was standing infront of a king, even if it was himself. "Fine, I’ll stay but I’m not eating if I don’t feel like it."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and slowly glancing around. “Well, you will like the food when you taste it.” The king hummed and walked around the room slowly. “The food is delightful and the wine is of no compare.”

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ice-cold-loki asked: Fluff please //^^ hello//

yesmotherloki:

ice-cold-loki:

yesmotherloki:

ice-cold-loki:

yesmotherloki:

1. Cuddling in bed.

The god let out a small, content sigh, settling himself in his bed, waiting to be joined by the other being. “Are you coming or just going to leave me waiting?” He asked him with a small grin.

The Jötun king tilted his head, bringing his arm up to wrap around Loki’s shoulders and tugging him a bit closer. “I am quite happy with you being like this, though I wish you would stop insisting on me being so close when you are obviously making your own self cold.” He said with a gentle huff. “But, yes, I enjoy being close to you, even if you are not patient enough sometimes.” He brought his head down, minding his blue curved horns as he gently pressed a kiss to Loki’s temple.

"Even if I like the coldness coming off of you?" Loki smiled softly at him. He silently pressed his somewhat warmer lips against the Jotun’s cheek in return to the kiss. "I cannot help myself sometimes. When I am promised a night together, I get impatient to wait too long." He laid himself against the other, ignoring the cold coming off his blue hued skin. "I am sure you feel the same way." The god teased lightly.

"Mm, well, if you like the cold so much, why in all the realms do you steal the blankets at night, hm?" The Jötun chuckled and absently stroked his fingers through Loki’s raven colored hair. "Well, it depends on what kind of night you mean. If you mean cuddling and complaining how cold I am, I think it can wait a bit." He teased. "Now, holding you…among other things that you enjoy, that cannot wait, because you throw things at me if I do not hurry." He said with a soft chuckle. "Is that the answer you were searching for?"

"Blankets provide more comfort then warmth to me. Have you even slept without a blanket, love?" Loki responded to him with a small smirk, putting a bit of truth into his blanket hogging. His head leaned into his frost twin’s touch before lightly chuckling at his answers. "The latter seems to be what I have been wanting. Your cold skin does not keep me away from you. Sometimes, it is even soothing." He said with a small grin as he ran his fingers along the marking’s on the other’s skin.

"I do sleep without a blanket every night, because you take them all." The Jötun teased softly and glanced at Loki. "Hm, I did not think you found the cold soothing." He murmured with a light smile, leaning over to place a kiss on Loki’s jawline, then at the corner of the mouth.

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ice-cold-loki asked: ☏ //hello ^^. My Loki is the if he wasn't found by Odin.

letthefrostbite:

ice-cold-loki:

letthefrostbite:

letthefrostbite:

My muse is hiding something embarrassing! Send me a ☏ and I will generate a number from 1-13 for what it is! (Some NSFW)

1. Their baby blanket

"H-hey you can’t look at that!" Loki said towards the Jotun, he had issues surrounding Jotun’s to begin with considering he was one and he feared his natural form, he didn’t want the Jotun damaging his precious item.

Loki’s eyes returned to emerald they had been prior. “Yes and no. You are small for a Jotun, as was I, my Jotun form is somewhat similar to yours and I have met other versions of myself before. Am I correct in assuming you are also Loki?”

The king narrowed his eyes, watching the other Loki carefully. “I may be small, but I hold great power that no other Jötun would ever dream of possessing.” He growled lowly. “Aye, my name would be Loki in your language, but on my realm it is Loptr. I am the king of Jötunheim.” He stated proudly.

"I do not see why you would want to be involved with a race that believes small offspring should be sacrificed to the land." Loki shouldn’t even be here, he was supposed to be in his own realm in the healers quarters under supervision to make sure he was eating, he was dangerously underweight.

"Well, that was on he terms of the last king. I am not him, nor do I act like him." The Jötun hissed. "And at least I eat." He growled, looking over the other slowly with a light scowl. "Perhaps you should stay for a feast, hm? With all of the Jötun favorites. Dried fish, blood sausage, grains from distant realms and plenty of wine." The Jötun purred happily.

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ice-cold-loki asked: Fluff please //^^ hello//

yesmotherloki:

ice-cold-loki:

yesmotherloki:

ice-cold-loki:

yesmotherloki:

1. Cuddling in bed.

The god let out a small, content sigh, settling himself in his bed, waiting to be joined by the other being. “Are you coming or just going to leave me waiting?” He asked him with a small grin.

The Jötun rolled his eyes, moving to the bed and pausing before sitting on the edge of the bed with a satisfied smirk. “There. I am on the bed, like you requested.” The king chuckled lightly before moving to lay beside the pale god.
"Does this make you happy?" He asked after a few moments, his deep blue hand moving to run down the other’s arm.

He shifted to get a bit closer to the Jotun, wanting to be closer to the comfortable chilled form. “As a matter of fact, it does make me happy. Happier even.” He grinned at the other, shivering at his touch. “But what of you? Are you happy with being with me like this?” He asked him.

The Jötun king tilted his head, bringing his arm up to wrap around Loki’s shoulders and tugging him a bit closer. “I am quite happy with you being like this, though I wish you would stop insisting on me being so close when you are obviously making your own self cold.” He said with a gentle huff. “But, yes, I enjoy being close to you, even if you are not patient enough sometimes.” He brought his head down, minding his blue curved horns as he gently pressed a kiss to Loki’s temple.

"Even if I like the coldness coming off of you?" Loki smiled softly at him. He silently pressed his somewhat warmer lips against the Jotun’s cheek in return to the kiss. "I cannot help myself sometimes. When I am promised a night together, I get impatient to wait too long." He laid himself against the other, ignoring the cold coming off his blue hued skin. "I am sure you feel the same way." The god teased lightly.

"Mm, well, if you like the cold so much, why in all the realms do you steal the blankets at night, hm?" The Jötun chuckled and absently stroked his fingers through Loki’s raven colored hair. "Well, it depends on what kind of night you mean. If you mean cuddling and complaining how cold I am, I think it can wait a bit." He teased. "Now, holding you…among other things that you enjoy, that cannot wait, because you throw things at me if I do not hurry." He said with a soft chuckle. "Is that the answer you were searching for?"