𝓖𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓯

“You’re right, can’t have two liars in one room. But come to think of it, how am I so sure you’ve been honest with me ? Hmm~?” He was teasing but at the same it has him quite skeptical about it.

"If anyone is the least popular in all of Asgard, Loki? It would be I." Doom humming slightly in his mask, gently reaching his hand to Loki's, locking their fingers together.

Patrick Stewart has sadly passed away at the age of 86.

Happy Wade Noises, enjoying the head pats that he received. “You should be, because I meant what I said !”

“Should I rephrase that ? Only certain people I care and, you’re one of them. But I’m apologizing. . .” Hand shifted upwards and give her nose a little squeeze.

“And ? Whose fault that’ll be ? I couldn’t give a rats ass if others took it seriously.” Nuzzling against her cheek, whilst squeezing a little tighter.

“Ohhhh calm down, Your Majesty. You’re being waaay too dramatic. I was only kidding. . .” Hand dropped to his side, since she’s got her back turned, it gave him the opportunity to jump on her back. Arms and legs wrapped around Loki’s physique.

"And have any of our enemies grant us unwanted attention?" Victor looking at Loki, raising slight concerns, given the pair of them are hardly popular amongst other Asgardians.

"Mmm..." Doom lightly hums, never breaking eye contact with Loki, nor removing his hand away from her face.

"And I have no desire to be anywhere else right now." His thumb lightly brushes her bottom lip, comforting her.

"It matters not, I'm here now..." Victor whispers beneath his mask, brushing his nose into hers.

"Ah yes, the Thunderer." Doom rolls his eyes, yet connects his masked forehead against the center of Loki's headpiece.

Tug at the corner of his lips. Reached a hand up, placing on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll live. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last~”

Hearing the click of her heels, as each step got closer, which Wade fixed back on the Goddess. “Alright, alright. . . It’s a one of tenth chance that I possibly missed ya. .”

"On Midgard? Hardly. And what of Asgard?" Doom asks, his thumb lightly caressing Loki's smooth pale skin across her cheek.

"Something you and I can find some common ground on." Victor's eyes looking at Loki's lips, now properly holding her cheek with his open palm.

Huffed, arms crossed , turned his head away from Loki. “Don’t try to gaslight. I don’t miss ya, not even the slightest ! Not after ya stood me up.”

"I never deemed it to be a sin, Loki." Doom retorts, stroking Loki's dark hair with his metal backhand.

"Someone is needy~" Victor nodding his masked face, taking a seat beside his queen.