#enemiestolovers
Two random strangers
Dance the entire night away —
The final clock strikes; tongues
Twist together; _knotted into one_
Afterwards their masks come off,
__Underneath:__ a bully… and the boy
she always bullied, _for fun_
__Happy New Year’s.__
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
She never asked him to stay.
Loving Loki was like chasing smoke—always slipping through her fingers just when she thought she had him. He would be there one night, draped over her couch with his usual smirk, spinning a dagger between his fingers. And by morning, he’d be gone, leaving only the ghost of his laughter behind.
It was a game between them. He would disappear. She would pretend not to care.
"Dramatic exits are your specialty, huh?" she teased once.
"Would you prefer I linger?" he had shot back, tilting his head.
She didn’t answer.
But then came the night he didn’t disappear. Not entirely.
That night, when she woke, groggy and reaching for water, she found something on her nightstand. A dagger—his dagger. The handle worn, the blade still warm from where he’d been holding it.
Loki never left things behind.
Her fingers ghosted over the metal. A message, a promise, unspoken.
And just like that, the rules of their game changed.
It became a habit.
When he was gone, the dagger would stay. When he was there, it would vanish from the nightstand and return to his belt. She never mentioned it. Neither did he. But every time she woke and saw it resting there, something in her chest softened.
Until one day, it didn’t return.
Days passed. Then weeks.
She told herself she didn’t care. That he had always been this way. But still, her fingers reached for the spot where it should have been. Empty.
And that was the night she finally broke the rule.
Standing at her window, looking at the stars, she whispered, “Just one more trick, please.”
As if the universe had been waiting for those words, a flicker of green shimmered in the air behind her.
"Missed me, darling?"
She turned, but this time, she didn’t tease. Didn’t joke. Instead, she closed the space between them, pressed a hand to his chest, and whispered back,
"Don’t vanish again."
For once, he didn’t.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 7:19 AM UTC
Dearest Enemy
battles are won or lost, often absurd
and we both hold our trophies and candles close
after, we‘ll fight over other kingdoms
but we‘ll always fight
and I‘m glad to be your opponent in war
Still, I have to admit
I‘m scared of the day one of us finally defeats the other
In fact, I have nightmares of me standing over your bleeding body
watching our history come to an end
as the light leaves your eyes
knowing that from now on
there will only be me
searching for a worthy opponent
in a world full of fools
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 8:46 AM UTC
It came like this:
Tousled sandy hair, chin held high
One from a regime where love is a lie
Slowly but surely, we took the cake
And fell into a pattern I thought was fake
Honest confessions showed your true colours
Turning us from roots to flowers
Which bloomed into late night calls
And that’s where I thought the end was, overall.
But you and New Years brought the two of us
To a place where I couldn’t have seen us
When you didn’t bide your time & grabbed my hair
A month later, all I did was hold your stare.
We lay barefoot on beds
Stayed apart till light left
But our efforts were in vain
Now that our truths no more restrain
But Love, as long as I can hold on the happiness I have found with you, I’ll be satisfied & follow where life leads me with you.
That’s how I met Love.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC