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IT LOOKS LIKE LOKI IS VACUUMING THE FLOOR

IT’S HURTS TO LAUGH, I’VE BEEN LITERALLY LAUGHING AT THIS FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT

THIS IS SO

STUPID

WHY CAN’T I STOP LAUGHING

Forever reblog

An alternate universe in which I am made to clean up my mess as part of my sentence for fucking up Midgard.

Is it sad that I would read that?

“You missed a some broken glass over here,” Tony gestured nonchalantly to a spot near the bar, filling up a whiskey glass for Thor with his other hand.

Loki grumbled quietly, but pushed the vacuum over to where Tony had gestured.

“And what comes after this?”

“You’re going to polish my suit, organize Clint’s arrows, and clean the Hulk cage.”

Loki’s eyes flitted anxiously Tony’s way at the mention of the Hulk while he took care of the remaining glass shards.

“Without the beast in it, yes?”

Tony looked at him sternly.

“Without him in it, yes.”

Out of the corner of his eye Loki could see Thor sample the whiskey that had been poured for him.

“This drink,” he said. “I like it!”

Loki abandoned the vacuum and moved to stop him.

“Thor, no!”

“ANOTHER!”

Bless you for being utterly perfect.

I’m not perfect. I wrote “a some broken glass.”

But thank you. :3

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