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coldsongLoki was being playful when he suggested a "love nest" near his cottage for Harley and himself, but the idea made her smile, and if there's one thing he enjoys in all of his relationships, it's earning a smile or laugh from the other party involved.
There is plenty of space around the cottage, in the meadow beyond, in the nearby woods. He's going to need to break ground for a place for Megatron eventually, too, but Harley was the first to welcome him into her home, and there is a kind of fitting symmetry in building a place for her now.
Thus, he's taken the nest concept and run with it, hiring an architect, consulting on plans, and even going so far as to select the perfect nearby plot of land to build upon. But Harley needs the final say in the design, if she's going to live there, and he wants to make sure he didn't get too whimsical.
So, on a windy day in early spring, a small fluffy bird with russet flanks and bright green eyes lands boldly on Harley's shoulder at the edge of the Plaza. There's an envelope in its beak that's bigger than it is, which begs the question of how the hell it carried it so far in the breeze--except there's something pretty familiar about said bird. And the seal on the envelope is in the distinctive pattern of a twin-horned helmet.
There is plenty of space around the cottage, in the meadow beyond, in the nearby woods. He's going to need to break ground for a place for Megatron eventually, too, but Harley was the first to welcome him into her home, and there is a kind of fitting symmetry in building a place for her now.
Thus, he's taken the nest concept and run with it, hiring an architect, consulting on plans, and even going so far as to select the perfect nearby plot of land to build upon. But Harley needs the final say in the design, if she's going to live there, and he wants to make sure he didn't get too whimsical.
So, on a windy day in early spring, a small fluffy bird with russet flanks and bright green eyes lands boldly on Harley's shoulder at the edge of the Plaza. There's an envelope in its beak that's bigger than it is, which begs the question of how the hell it carried it so far in the breeze--except there's something pretty familiar about said bird. And the seal on the envelope is in the distinctive pattern of a twin-horned helmet.