I Dont Even Need Sleep Anymore I Just Die For A Couple Of Hours Each Day

“I don’t even need sleep anymore I just die for a couple of hours each day”

— Loki

Loki: I may have one brain cell and yeah maybe it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver sometimes BUT at least I'm not Thor

Loki: [gestures towards Thor walking through the hospital randomly zapping people in the chest with lightning]

Knife?

Submission for the Scrumptious2kChallenge.

@scrumptious-delusion

Prompt:  “You don’t happen to have a knife, do you?” – “I’m not even wearing underwear.”

Loki and reader (that would be you) have been mysteriously captured and are being held in an unknown facility. You have had secret feelings for the sorcerer for  while now… this seems like a good time to mention that, right?

Trigger Warnings: Violence, captivity, capture, nudity

Reader insert and Loki Has Coulson and Dr Strange cameos (may continue into series if people like it enough)

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Loki: so what you're saying is; everything is society's fault, and we as individuals never need to take responsibility for anything?

Thor: Uh no, not exactly. I was just saying that-

Loki: Yeah, I like that. I didn't do anything wrong because I can't do anything wrong because we're all just products of our environment, bouncing around like marbles in the game of Hungry Hungry Hippos that is our random and cruel universe.

Thor: No, wait, that's not what I'm saying!

Loki: Yeah, it's not my fault. It's society. Everything is because of society!

Partners in Crime

Pairing: Moriarty x Reader

Summary: Just some cute fluffy stuff after an evening of stealing something. 

Warnings: Nothing, just fluffiness

Word Count: 607 

A/N: I’m horrible at summaries in case you can’t tell… (GIF not mine.)

“Help!” I screamed. I could feel James Moriarty’s gun digging into my side. “He’s over he-” Moriarty clapped his other hand over my mouth as two security guards ran into the art gallery of the museum. They stopped when they realized that Moriarty had me at gunpoint.

He spoke up. “Don’t try to stop me, or I’ll shoot the girl. I don’t like getting my hands dirty. But I will if it’s necessary.”

I whimpered. “Please… Please listen to him. I don’t w-want to d-die. I-I was just making sure e-everything was in order before I left w-work!” Tears dripped down my face.

The guards froze.

“Now… Slowly put your guns on the floor and get on your knees, hands behind your heads,” Moriarty said from behind me. The two hesitated. “Now!” They jumped at his sudden loudness. “Or else you’ll never see the girl again.”

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