If we roleplay:
1. Don’t apologize for being late/slow with replies.
2. Take all of the time you need. Days, weeks, months, doesn’t matter. Don’t put yourself under stress because of such pointless things.
3. Your personal life out of character along with your health are the most important. If you drop a thread/conversation/whatever, it’s alright. Just stay safe and take care.
The sting of the blade is intense, as if it’d been plunged into a lemon right before piercing his skin. A searing jolt of pain travels up the length of his arm and settles at the base of his skull. Clint bites back a yell, and in the process bites his own tongue. "Motherf-fucker." He spits, a stream of watery blood staining his chin.
Loki couldn’t help but look smug at the mortals reaction, leaving the blade in his hand, moving away from the bed where he was bond. “Problem, Archer? Surely you have many uses for such a gift, for a Master to bestow upon his pet. So useful you were in the deaths of your brethren. I do wonder, how many watched you end their life, betrayed by the one they had known.”
“As can me chewin’ on all your capes, but we’re more’n a bit above that, don’tcha think?”
"Perhaps. It is unwise to test me, my Ulfur, capes or not, you shall fail."
"Uh-huh. Are we done? I’ve got a thing to go to."
"Until next time, little pet, you cannot be protected forever."
Laughing, he stepped back, the scepter moving away from the boys chest. “One never knows, little pet.”
”Course they don’t, and I’m secretly a kitten.”
"Indeed, That can be arranged, my son."
"You do realize what the definition of insanity is, right?"
"Y’know, you might wanna start thinking up some different names. Pet gets old real fast."
"Perhaps you with to be a toy, a plaything of a God, /pet/."
”No postcard, no mortals screamin’ or runnin’ for the hills — what’s a wolf supposed to think?”
I do as I please, my Ulfur, not all plans involve such barbaric ways.”
"Well the day I’m not will suck for everyone, I’m sure."
"But what fun, little pet."
”Faðir. Figured you’d dropped off the face of the worlds again.”
"Surely you do not believe that I am that easily disposed of, my child."
"Uh. Homicidal maniac. I’m sorry, I thought we were playing a word association game."
"Careful, pet, you cannot be immune forever."