Fandral was at a loss as to what to do with himself the last while. Loki had seemingly locked herself up again. She was quiet, not wanting to hold any sort of conversation what so ever. She’d just shrug it off, ignore him or simply just walk away to avoid it. She didn’t lock him out of the room though, which he was grateful for.

He was in fact greatly concerned for those who were missing but it definitely had not hit him as hard as it did Loki. He couldn’t count the times he’d seen Loki hide away after wiping her eyes. Fandral assumed they were tears. He tried to comfort he but nothing seemed successful.

It did hurt to see Loki like that and know that no matter what you did, you simply couldn’t fix it. Of course he wasn’t going to lie, he did miss Tony. But in all honesty, he wasn’t sure if there was anyway to get them back.

He had once gotten stuck in a period of time himself and lived there for many, many years before he could figure out a way back….

blackcatlady:

dashingblond:

james-bucky-barnes replied to your post: ….

He was fine last night, though… Also, you can crash in my room if you need to.

This seems like quite the drastic mood swing. Perhaps a nightmare…?

starklegacy replied to your post: ….

I’d offer advice, but, well, I’m guessing Jotun girls aren’t really my forte….

Wait… wait… Are you say-?

Oh…

If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking then yes.

Oh dear…

james-bucky-barnes replied to your post: ….

He was fine last night, though… Also, you can crash in my room if you need to.

This seems like quite the drastic mood swing. Perhaps a nightmare…?

starklegacy replied to your post: ….

I’d offer advice, but, well, I’m guessing Jotun girls aren’t really my forte….

Wait… wait… Are you say-?

Oh…

….

Loki screamed at me, threw a book at my head and kicked me out of the room.

I am not even sure what I did…

starklegacy:

He dropped the paper back and replaced the lid, making sure it clicked into place; he didn’t need another incident like the paper explosion of 2009. Turning back to Fandral he said, “well, I’ll have to fix that, won’t I?” Tony grazed a hand across the back of Fandral’s waist, beckoning him to follow as he walked to the kitchen. He had already heated up the food which was resting on the table.

Fandral grinned at Tony’s touch and turned to follow him. He saw the food laid out already and to his surprise it actually looked quite appetizing. He couldn’t really say the same for a lot of the Earthly food he’d come across. He only hopped it tasted as good as it looked. Things liked to be deceiving down here.

“Have you eaten yet?” Fandral asked. He was just checking to see, in case he ended up being the only one eating anything.

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starklegacy:

Tony tried not to laugh at Fandral’s question, but was finding it difficult. Biting down on his lip, he replied, ‘…uh, no. No, it’s not eating it. It just cuts it up into little pieces. It’s called a paper shredder. People tend to use them when they wanna get rid of documents with personal information on it. Y’know, to stop other people from getting at it.”

He gently pushed Fandral’s hand back which appeared to be wavering undecidedly near the shredder. Tony turned it off, and lifted the lid; he scooped up a handful of the confetti like paper and held it up to Fandral. “Boy, you must have food on the mind if you thought a machine ate my papers.”

He raised an eyebrow curiously as Tony opened the machine up. “How curious…” He looked back at the machine again before admittedly smiling at Tony’s comment. “Well, in my defense, I truly have not eaten a lot today.”

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