“I’m a fool, I’m a fool… I’m sorry… Tony.”
you can blame wonderful zely for the idea <3
This will make your day better… promise ;)
Where Tony had gotten the scarf was always a bit of a mystery to the others. It looked familiar, like they’d seen a glance of it somewhere, somehow, but could never place where or on who. Tony was close mouthed about the whole thing, fingers playing idly with the tassels on the end as he wore it. It didn’t really look like one of his own scarfs, and Steve said it had a feeling to it, but no one really knew what that was supposed to mean.
Tony wore it to business meetings and when he traveled, and sometimes he wore it even in the house paired with a t-shirt which looked ridiculous and wasn’t like Tony at all. Of course what they didn’t see was long-fingered hands slipping from the shadows when he was alone and curling around the scarf to pull Tony into the darkness with it.
“I love it when you wear my scarf,” says a voice they don’t hear, lips they don’t see brushing against Tony’s ear.
“It’s an ugly scarf,” the scarf in question slithers to the floor like a snake and bit by bit it’s covered by Tony’s jacket and shirt, “But I like the benefits that come with wearing it.”
Which would have answered all their questions if they were ever around to hear it.
I have a depressing lack of experience when it comes to drawing backgrounds, so I decided to attempt at a basic mountain environment for jotunheim..
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