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Loki has no idea, you’re certain, of how lonely he is. You watch him pace about his chambers—as you always did—clearly unsure as to what to do with himself. He feels angry, betrayed, and confused and always he forces himself to carry this burden alone. His sits down heavily on his bed, head in his hands, and you move to obtain a finer view of the man. Perhaps you should reveal yourself to him, let him know someone was there for him. But you knew full and well how skittish he could be, both untrusting and unwilling. You run a gentle hand down the edge of the glass, tracing the outline of his defeated reflection. You sigh heav

Loki has no idea, you’re certain, of how lonely he is. You watch him pace about his chambers—as you always did—clearly unsure as to what to do with himself. He feels angry, betrayed, and confused and always he forces himself to carry this burden alone. His sits down heavily on his bed, head in his hands, and you move to obtain a finer view of the man. Perhaps you should reveal yourself to him, let him know someone was there for him. But you knew full and well how skittish he could be, both untrusting and unwilling. You run a gentle hand down the edge of the glass, tracing the outline of his defeated reflection. You sigh heav

“Add two eggs,” You instructed, rummaging through the drawers of the TARDIS’s kitchen, of which there were far too many. You’d found dozens of fondu spears, four different sets of Tupperware, and something that looked like a metallic spider and whirred like an eggbeater. But not a single spoon. “Yes, ma’am,” the Doctor replied with a grin. He cracked the eggs against the rim of the mixing bowl and let them drop into the brownie batter. You wrinkled your nose.  “Can’t decide if that’s sexy, or if it makes me feel like a drill sergeant--aha!” You triumphantly held up a wooden s