He loves you. How could he not?






burnupasun:

Loki/Rose; How Rose Found Loki After the Fall

At first, she misses him. She thinks Torchwood has perhaps sent her on another faulty mission. They said some light, green and gold, ruptured the sky, and fell like dying northern lights.

But then she sees, in the snow-covered field, a mass of black and green.

She advances towards it and sees it is a man. Rose runs, but stops meters before him. He is unconscious, maybe dead, she fears. She can see cuts scattering his face. But there is his chest heaving, struggling. She bites her lip and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

The wind is whipping his face. She wonders if his ribs are broken, if he can even walk. Approaching him, she sees his dark hair is mussed and his eyebrows crinkled. She kneels down and shakes his shoulder.

“Hey, mate. Wake up, yeah?”

The man hisses through his teeth and sits up so abruptly Rose jumps back. “Are you okay?” she asks. The man looks up at her, pale but rosy-cheeked from the harsh cold. His eyes are bleary, but they narrow when they settle on her. He says nothing, but stares up at the sky. Lines form between his eyebrows.

Rose looks down on him, concerned. “I’m Rose,” she says. “I-we saw you fall. I’m here to help.” He says nothing. “Do you… do you speak English? ‘Cause I can—”

“Yes, I speak English,” he sneers. His breath hitches. “Is this Migard?”

“I don’t—”

“Earth, woman. Is this Earth?” He studies her. Rose flinches. For a moment, she is afraid of him. The feeling passes quickly.

“Yes, it is.” The man begins to stand shakily, and stumbles. “Are you alright?” He waves a dismissive hand but in the next step, he trips and falls to his knee, grinding his teeth so he doesn’t yelp. Rose rushes to him, and grabs his arm. “What happened?” she asks softly.

He shakes his head, his mind suddenly feeling cloudy. “I can’t—I can’t,” he says. He looks up at her.

“Where are you from?” she tries.

“I’m not…” He chokes and suddenly his voice doesn’t sound so rough. There is wetness in his eyes. She feels him go limp under her grasp.

“Okay. What’s your name?”

“Loki. Loki Odins—” he cuts off and looks confused. He shakes his head. He doesn’t want to speak, and Rose doesn’t push it. There is something in his light eyes and dark hair and pale skin, in the black leather he is wearing, and the rage and the snappy voice that hides some fear, some confusion, some lifelessness, that reminds her of a man with a northern accent she once knew.

And she knows it. She knows this man will not be an experiment, a lab rat for Torchwood, an alien specimen, caged and preserved.

“Alright, Loki,” Rose says gently, helping him up and gripping his arm. “Come with me, I’ve a car just right up there. I won’t take you to work, you’re comin’ home with me.”

He walks slowly with her, and she suspects if he were stronger, if he were not lost, he wouldn’t be so compliant. She thinks, maybe this is what it looks like to be broken.


burnupasun: Rose Tyler, Bad Wolf of Earth. We could tear this universe apart. She’s stranded in Pete’s World, looking for her Doctor, when he comes to her. There is a green and gold light, cracking through the sky and shooting down and Rose is sent by Torchwood to investigate. When she finds him, he is broken. His body is torn, his teeth bloodied and he is bitter—so bitter. He won’t talk to her, won’t answer her questions, and he certainly won’t have her feeling sorry for him. He is a god, after all. He pulls no faces (except for maybe an eyebrow twitch) at the gravity of his injuries. He snaps at her. But eventually he tells her his name. Loki, he says. Loki Odins— he cuts off, looking confused. She takes him by the arm and he doesn’t pull away. Instead, she can feel his tenseness loosen, just a little. She takes him home with her. He won’t be an experiment, a curiosity, a plaything to Torchwood. She won’t let that happen. Because Rose has seen many things in this world (and the next) and she knows when she seems someone who is waiting to be fixed, and Loki is one of them. She doesn’t press for details. They don’t come easily to him. They don’t talk much at all, but Rose watches the way he inspects her “primitive” kitchen appliances and she admires the way he has gone through almost every book she owns. It reminds her of someone she used to know. Sometimes she sees his eyes glisten, when he sits on the couch, his body stiff and his hands clasped together. She says nothing, but she sits beside him, so he knows he isn’t alone. One night, just like every night since he arrived, they are watching the stars, silent and hopeful. “Sometimes,” he says, “I think you are looking for more than just the constellations.” Rose looks at him and bits her lip. “I fell,” she says. “I shouldn’t be here.” He cringes. “No,” he says. “There is something about you, Rose Tyler, that makes me believe you have seen the stars up close as I have, and you have found them terrible and glorious, as I have.” He looks at her, “And one day, you will find your way back to them.”

burnupasun:

Rose Tyler, Bad Wolf of Earth. We could tear this universe apart.

She’s stranded in Pete’s World, looking for her Doctor, when he comes to her.

There is a green and gold light, cracking through the sky and shooting down and Rose is sent by Torchwood to investigate.

When she finds him, he is broken. His body is torn, his teeth bloodied and he is bitter—so bitter. He won’t talk to her, won’t answer her questions, and he certainly won’t have her feeling sorry for him. He is a god, after all. He pulls no faces (except for maybe an eyebrow twitch) at the gravity of his injuries. He snaps at her. But eventually he tells her his name.

Loki, he says. Loki Odins— he cuts off, looking confused. She takes him by the arm and he doesn’t pull away. Instead, she can feel his tenseness loosen, just a little.

She takes him home with her. He won’t be an experiment, a curiosity, a plaything to Torchwood. She won’t let that happen. Because Rose has seen many things in this world (and the next) and she knows when she seems someone who is waiting to be fixed, and Loki is one of them.

She doesn’t press for details. They don’t come easily to him. They don’t talk much at all, but Rose watches the way he inspects her “primitive” kitchen appliances and she admires the way he has gone through almost every book she owns. It reminds her of someone she used to know.

Sometimes she sees his eyes glisten, when he sits on the couch, his body stiff and his hands clasped together. She says nothing, but she sits beside him, so he knows he isn’t alone.

One night, just like every night since he arrived, they are watching the stars, silent and hopeful.

“Sometimes,” he says, “I think you are looking for more than just the constellations.”

Rose looks at him and bits her lip. “I fell,” she says. “I shouldn’t be here.”

He cringes. “No,” he says. “There is something about you, Rose Tyler, that makes me believe you have seen the stars up close as I have, and you have found them terrible and glorious, as I have.” He looks at her, “And one day, you will find your way back to them.”



the-shade-of-sonic-lipstick:

You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, ”Not bad. They’re okay.” And then you get to know them and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.


DOCTOR WHO MEME

one doctor [1/1] → the ninth doctor


doortotomorrow: What are the magical compounds that make up your face?! -giggles-

doortotomorrow:

What are the magical compounds that make up your face?! -giggles-


C’mon, how can you both be real?


sardonicus69: norhythmthatsme: There’s just something about seeing Nine’s belt hnngh I know, right?

sardonicus69:

norhythmthatsme:

There’s just something about seeing Nine’s belt hnngh

I know, right?