Smoke was heavy and thick in the air, it made it all the more difficult to see in the crowded place. The lights were dim throughout the area but she could feel the focus, the glow shinning down on her. Griping tightly onto the icy metal of the microphone, she let the tension, the constant worry in her bones thaw, allowing it to liquefy and drip off of her body. This was her element, her forte. This was her escape. Loki fanfiction, just writing it to vent out my frustrations mainly. Enjoy ;] **Sitting on discontinued but there might be some potential with this, not too sure yet**

Highest rank #1 Hiddlestoner Lust [luhst] noun 1. intense sexual desire or appetite. 2. uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite;lecherousness. 3. a passionate or overmastering desire or craving (usually followed by for): a lust for power. 4. ardent enthusiasm; zest; relish: an enviable lust for life. 5. Obsolete. a. pleasure or delight. b. desire; inclination; wish. Love, lust, isn't it all the same in the end?