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Deep and flowing,
Always growing.
Spilled and splattered,
Across the world.
Wasted, cheated,
Taken for granted.
The humans don't think
To use their head,
When handling our precious
Beloved Red.
Always growing.
Spilled and splattered,
Across the world.
Wasted, cheated,
Taken for granted.
The humans don't think
To use their head,
When handling our precious
Beloved Red.
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The Game Plan (LokixReader)
Loki had been planning this day for months. Ever since it was brought up at a dinner party with Thor and Jane, he had been thinking of it, wanting to get it right. Tonight was the night he was going to propose. And he was nervous. But, luckily, he hadn’t been in it alone. Well, maybe not so lucky…
He had told Thor of his plans, who told Clint, who told Nat, and somehow it got all the way down the line to Tony. And they all decided to help make sure that Loki didn’t royally mess everything up.
Tony was making the ring and ring box with Bruce’s help. The gems were all being made in the lab with a special compound that
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The Match Game (LokixReader)
He watched you sitting in the garden with a group of small children surrounding you as you told them Midgardian stories of love, war, peace, faith, and more. Ever since you were brought to Asgard, the children loved to join you once a week for story time. You didn’t know that occasionally, Loki and Thor would listen in as well. Loki had started listening in more and more, loving the sound of your voice.
“What are you doing brother?” Thor asked, making Loki jump and yelp. He pushed Thor to hide behind a pillar with him as you pause from your story to look for the source of the sound, but you saw nothing.
“Don’t
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Playing Games - Father!Stark X Child!Reader
"Daddy, let's play tag!" You smiled brightly, standing in the doorway to your dad's work area. "Pretty please?"
"Sure, sounds like fun." your dad said, putting down what he was working on. "Not in here, though." He took your hand and led you upstairs.
"You're it!" you giggled, running away from him. He chased after you, careful not to take advantage of the fact that he was bigger than you. You ran up to the next floor, your dad close behind. You looped around and went back down the stairs, tripping on the last step. Your head hit the floor and you started crying.
Your dad scooped you up, worried. "___? Are you okay? What hurts?"
"My head.
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