wait wait i’m curious reblog this with your zodiac sign and your love language (words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, physical touch).
At least once in a while I’d like to be touched because I want to be touched, not to be touched because I am required to be comfort another against my will.
Summary: When things get bad, you ask Loki to tell you about other places. He never refuses.
Warnings/Notes: I know I’m not the only one who longs for something like this. Keep your chin up, loves.
Elsewhere
“Tell me about another place.”
It had become an ever-more common refrain for you lately, but who could blame you? The world was burning. Hell, it’d been burning for longer than you’d been alive, but something about this year had only stoked the flames. This year felt like a backdraft. By now, even the quiet moments, the little shreds of peace, only felt like lulls in the action: deep gasps of air before a white-hot explosion came bursting out of whatever door or window some fool had flung open.
