lia—sinclair:

Hello there new best friend.

That would be awesome.  I’m Lia by the way.

I’m Loki. Nice to meet you, New Best Friend Lia. :—)

I’ve only got one clean needle, so unless you’re up for a disease party, we’re smoking it. 

(via brains-and-some-swagger-deactiv)

millie-lindle:

lokiloveless:

It’s a party then. Have we met?

Not that I know of. I’m Millie.

I’m Loki. How are you this fine evening, Millie?

lia—sinclair:

Heroin.

My kind of girl… 

I’ve got some— you wanna mainline it? We could smoke if you want a quickie… 

lia—sinclair:

What do you have to smoke?

Basically everything. What’s your poison?

millie-lindle:

This is me volunteering.

It’s a party then. Have we met?

elliottsparks:

Would you prefer I use the term smoking buddy?

It’s Elliott. And yours?

Either works, honestly. 

Oh, dude, that’s a cool name. I always wanted like, a turtle or something, to name Elliott. …Take it as a compliment, okay? Turtles are great. 

I’m, uh, Loki. Thank God they let us smoke here, right?

(via elliottsparks-deactivated201203)

alicegreenwell:

Alice shook her head repeatedly. It wasn’t his fault at all. But she didn’t know whether to tell him or try and brush it off. But by the way Loki was looking at her she knew she wouldn’t have much luck. 

Instead of speaking she turned around. Slowly lifting the back of her shirt. Her spine stuck out, but on her back were a serious of black and blue
Bruises. She lifted up her shirt a little more, turning slightly to reveal that the bruises spread round her ,covering her frail body. “It wasn’t you who hurt me” she whispered. Looking up at him. Wondering what his reaction would be. she

“Oh my God…” Loki whispered at the sight of Alice’s back, stepping forward slowly and running his fingers lightly across the horrible-looking bruises that covered her. They must be so painful, and they were all over. 

Loki bent down slightly and kissed her back in a few places, and then pulled her shirt back down over it. Alice looked so broken, so frail and bruised and hurt, Loki couldn’t stand it.

“Who did this to you? Wha— How did— Who was it, Alice?!” he demanded as he turned her around, eager to make whoever it was pay. He grabbed her face in his hands, not too hard, and stared into her eyes. How in the world could anyone hurt such a small and helpless girl as Alice? How could anyone look into those eyes and want to hurt the person behind them? Whoever it was, they needed to suffer for what they’d done. Suffer a fuck-load; suffer under Loki’s fists. “Alice, Alice, tell me. Alice, who hurt you?”

(via alicegreenwell-deactivated20120)

elliottsparks:

Hey. I’m always up for a new smoking acquaintance.

Acquaintance? 

Nice to meet you then. Uh, I didn’t catch your name?

(via elliottsparks-deactivated201203)