AlixHiddleston

“So...why do people call him Deadpool?” Her question sent about five hundred thousand groans up in the air, every single one of the Avengers looking at her like she had a serious problem. Tony looked the least impressed, and of course Peter Parker, who was much less pleased with the idea she was bringing up the troublesome mercenary. And of course, by troublesome, we mean endlessly, hopelessly full of issues he found great joy in inflicting on others. Said others didn’t appreciate it, hence the lack of enthusiasm from the team. “(Name), I swear to all that is holy- if you don’t stop talking about that wall-brea

“Oh, dear Odin.” “Shh, this is the best part!” “Gods just take me to Hel now. This is torment, (Name).” “Are you kidding? This movie is a classic! There’s no way you can hate it!!” “See this? This is me, hating this film. It’s absolute garbage, and I will not stand for having my name sullied in this ridiculous, horrid-” “-Come on, it’s not that bad.” “You know perfectly well it is.” Loki snapped at you for the umpteenth time that night. The movie had barely been going 20 minutes, but since the “mask” had taken over Jim Carre

………………………            "See, I don't... I don't understand how they all can just, ya know-" You make a careless motion with your hand, it's meant to be productive, instead it ends up splashing some alcohol on your shirt and fuck. "just decide that I'm not... not quatilified for the job." It's certainly something that's been bothering you for the past two hours. You let your 'friend' know, because there's no one else. The bit of alcohol that's been splashed on your favorite shirt is beginning to dry and you set the glass down on the counter, wrinkle your nose and then blink. The room's swa

When Loki said he was here for both you and some answers that made you smile a bit.  You stand up, dusting yourself off and glancing to the mirror wall that was in front of you.  Could they see the god of chaos? If so why haven’t they come in?  You turned to look at him.  “Why should I tell you anything?”  You asked him. Loki tapped his finger on his staff as he answered you.  “I am the only one who can get you out of this alive.   Now first question will you tell me your name? And don’t say noone.” With a sigh you answered him. “My name is (f/n). Now  answer me this, if you're in here then why have

“Oh, blast.” I cursed. “What is it?” he asked as he opened the door. “No Jim Jams.” “That is what you’re worried about?” he said with a laugh, pawing through his drawers. He pulled out a pair of sweats and a white t shirt. “There, I always found it sexy when a lady wears my clothes anyway.” he winked. “I bet you do.” I teased him as I stepped into his bathroom to change. I closed the door and gasped seeing how lovely his bathroom was. It was a very modern bathroom with a black round tub and a geometric shaped sink. The room was filled with straight lines and

“So, you’ve been having dreams about Cas?” The four of you had arrived back at your apartment without much trouble. You received a few glares from some of the girls as you climbed into the back of the Impala (Dean wanted you to go together), but other than that it was pretty uneventful. “Yeah,” you nodded, nursing the mug of coco you had made. “But it’s different every time. It just…gets worse, and every time I come close to talking to him, he just…goes further in…” you had told them about the forest, the broken wings, everything.  Well, after the fight between Gabriel and Dea