The World Is LostHis eyes meet mine from across the roomMore Like This
His sapphire orbs pulling me into a trance
He smirked softly as I met his gaze.
He knew I was under his spell.
Our silent conversation starts,
Until that just isn't enough.
Charming grins and bedroom eyes.
The world is lost.
All I see is him.
He grins knowingly.
He knows ny eyes are for him.
He's all that matters.
The world is lost.
why am i so obsessed with loki?well my old loki obsession has been sparked a third time due to the new thor movie Thor: the dark world.More Like This
you see, back in Thor (1) I had a small crush on loki. he was adorable, I pitied him a bit, I really liked him and his character.
I wasn't that obsessed.
now fast forward to the avengers. I saw he was in the previews and I was psyched to see it.
He did a Marvelous job in the avengers. I found him so much more attractive if possible. his character developed a bit more, he was an all around cool character, and it didn't help that I found him attractive. I don't truly know why.
he's charming, cunning, witty, I personally think he's handsome, his character is tragic and kick ass....
ANYWHO so I was DYING to see thor 2 and I wasn't disappointed. that movie was stunning. the whole movie.
also loki developed even more than before so he's layers upon layers of interesting!
so after seeing thor 2, I became obsessed with loki again and it's worse than ever.
for the avengers I drew a fe
Only In My Dreams I Long For Nothing More Than to Hold his Hand In Mine,More Like This
The Slight Feeling Of His Slender Fingers Intertwining with mine.
To Have His cold lips meet mine, Ever So Softly.
His gaze focused On Me,
leaving Me Feeling Frozen,
I Long To Feel His Tender Embrace.
To Tangle My Fingers In his Dark hair Lazily.
His Fingers Softy Brushing Against My Cheek,
Hearing A Slight Little Chuckle Escape From His Lips.
Loki Skin Pale As The Moon,More Like This
Cold To the Touch.
Eyes a Vibrant Sky Blue,
Colder Than The Heart He Hides Away.
He Is A Vision Of Untouchable Beauty.
His Frost-Filled Gaze Showing The Darkness Deep Within.
He is Not The Polite Young Man He Once Was,
Nor The Sweet Little Boy His Mother Raised.
A Genius, A Doctor and...A Baby?It’s a late spring night on Baker Street in North Manchester, the air smelling of rain and fresh baked goods from a bakery down the road, whose owner was up late preparing for the next day’s business.More Like This
A dimly lit apartment, the only lights from a lamp and the blueish glow of a laptop, as the city bustled outside the windows, the pale amber streetlights casting halos on empty sidewalks a deep grey.
A man, dressed in a blue grey bathrobe, lounges on the couch, a pale arm lying over his eyes, thick dark curls on his head in a crazy unkept fashion, soft enough you’d almost want to touch it if it weren’t for the loaded handgun in Sherlock Holmes’ other hand, hanging limply down.
The detective peeks from beneath his sleeve at his friend, partner, flat mate and one real connection to the ou