#Loki might not be a saint for killing but people are allowed to call him one for lasting a millennia on Asgard with the way he was treated

[worstloki]

people worry or disagree with how the writers describe loki but in a way they not wrong as loki could be seen as pompous he literally went to earth and told people to kneel before him and called hulk a dull creature before uttering i am a god and his line i am loki and i am burdened with glorious purpose like sorry to burst your bubble, but that is clearly a pompus attitude. loki practically thinks his better than people on earth and they should kneel before him because his a god and better than a dull creature the hulk, i like loki but some of his fans are blind to his flaws also loki is an ass, i don't see how it wrong to call him that. like what are we going to call him? a sweetheart/angel for killing people? and trying to rule earth? etc like loki himself says his bit of both, good and bad. his not a saint. no offense but some loki fans need to stop wrapping him into cotton wool and accept/acknowledge his not a saint/his flaws after all his called the god of mischief for a reason.

I wouldn’t call him any more pompous for killing people, no, and he literally is a god, even if it’s only as a title (but remember how Hela and Thor were raving on about that in Ragnarok?), so I’m not seeing any real arguments for Loki being those things or an @$$ other than “boo hoo Loki killed people.”

It ain’t news that he’s done good and bad things, though feel free to expand on how that’s an argument in favour of kept characterisation when Loki’s expressed through words and action that he doesn’t want a throne, sees other races more equally than other Asgardians, and is ridiculously sentimental and selfless even when it comes to hatred. He’s also proven he holds jealousy towards Thor though that only lasted through Thor 1, resentment towards being treated lesser and betrayed, and a trademark stubbornness for the idea he deserves to be treated at least equally to others, which was exemplified and at its extreme in Avengers 1.

None of this is to say he hasn’t killed or lied/tricked people, but even if we for a moment pretend Loki wasn’t being tortured or wasn’t influenced by the mind stone his behaviour and personality still doesn’t line up (in what we’ve seen so far). This opinion will vary, and we’ve only seen clips so far, but please refrain from insisting that Loki is an @$$ with the proof that the character or another says he’s a bit of both.

Frankly how the writer describes the character is especially concerning because that’s the one way I’ve seen him describe him. “A pompous @$$” doesn’t show that he’s understood the character completely, only that he’s chalked up the Avengers 1 attitude to arrogance alone, but, I also don’t expect an interview to demonstrate the whole of his thoughts, which I think is reasonable.

Maybe sit down and read some decent meta before deciding he’s being cotton wrapped for being flawed and that people aren’t already aware of this stuff because the “fans are blind but I’m right bc I agree with canon” attitude isn’t very good. It’s okay to be critical of the media you consume and have different interpretations of things, or even the same, but all you’ve done here is shown you haven’t paid attention to and are still insisting on invalidating another view.

If you think that’s an accurate description of the character then that’s wonderful for you! Now try not to make fun of people who may not be in awe of the same words, especially if they provide decent reason to be apprehensive of them.

#anon #I’m too tired for this right now #Loki might not be a saint for killing but people are allowed to call him one for lasting a millennia on Asgard with the way he was treated #or for putting maybe 2% effort into the attack and 40% into monologuing away clues to his plan for the invasion #or if we’re going further forward than the past two movies #for not betraying Thor and risking the universe in TDW #for showing up with the statesman in Ragnarok after Thor left him convulsing indefinitely on the ground on sakaar #for not taking advantage of Asgard or bring its downfall while ruling as Odin #you’re allowed to think Loki’s an @$$ but you don’t get to tell others that they should too #especially not with whatever trash argument ‘should we call him an angel for killing people?’ is #you know what? maybe I will call him an Angel for that #the death toll of the invasion wasn’t even 80 and he stalled Thanos by YEARS singlehandedly and took 3 stones out of his reach #he then takes the prison sentence he gets and sticks to it till broken out #he’s served more punishment than many ‘heroes’ combined for actions not half as bad as what they’d done #maybe Loki’s an angel and anon is the @$$? #who is to say? #not me because I am by far too tired for this #blanket warm #whatever this ask is meant to be...... not warm #‘Loki thinks himself above the dull creature of the hulk and the humans who wouldn’t survive being thrown around by him’ yeah no sh*t #it’s a good think Thor for example doesn’t exhibit similar traits despite his ‘redemption’ in Thor 1 🙄 #imagine thinking that ‘characters have flaws’ is an argument when someone says a character is feeling ooc to them #anon no really I insist the only thing about Loki that is flawed is the deterioration of his eyebrows after Thor 1 #it does seem you’ll enjoy the show though so that’s good for you #I agree critical thinking off is a way to enjoy it too! #the Loki show #Loki spoilers #Loki show spoilers #‘wrapping him in cotton’ just made me think about Asgardian bathroom habits again #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA show comes out today!!!!

[maximumsuckage]

In the Beginning: Part 7

Part of @archangelgabriellives​‘s collab

Last time on In the Beginning: “Everything was just perfect for him, until he met another deity.  Kali.” (@callmemisshorizon​ 2018)

Word Count: 1937

Pairings: Gabriel/Kali

Warnings: nothing worse than reminders of awkward teenage days

Previous Parts: Masterlist,  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

The blade was designed to mimic an angel blade, brought back by a Viking trader from one of his expeditions.  It had exchanged hands a few times in the interim- the metal had been touched by souls in India, then Jerusalem, then Constantinople, before taking a straight shot northwards.   If he closed his eyes and focused, he could follow the path, reading each soul that had left fingerprints on the blade in the past three years since its forging.

It had been offered up to him in sacrifice- the trader who had bought it had returned home only to find that his wife had died in childbirth and the baby was stricken with fever.  It was a valuable weapon- the metal could only be found in India, and traveling there was a harrowing journey- but the man had declared that he would give up that and everything else if it meant his child would get better.

Gabriel had taken him at his word.  The man, once so consumed with worldly possessions that he would leave his pregnant wife on a rumor of wealth, lost everything.  His ship, safe in harbor, was wrecked in a freak storm that didn’t even touch the other boats.  His servants abandoned him, carrying off his gold and expensive fabrics and jewelry.  His large house, envy of all his neighbors, went up in flames.

Loki demanded sacrifice, after all.  That was the pagan way.

The virus that had stricken the babe’s lungs vanished.  She chortled at her father’s face, reaching up to tug on his hair, red as her own.  She would grow up strong and healthy, never touched by sickness or injury.

And as soon as Gabriel had doled out the justice, he forgot the tiny family.  He had only eyes for the weapon, because it had his name on it:

Saint Gabriel the Archangel.

That really wasn’t fair.  He was doing a great job on Earth, and now some Christian was trying to drag him out of hiding by making pretty weapons with his name?  He tossed it aside; it hit the stony ground with a clatter.  “I bet you can collect the full set,” he grumbled, spreading his invisible wings.  “Let’s get Michael and Raphael too- yay!  Collectible weapons!  Next they’ll be selling cards with our kill stats on them.”  He pumped his wings against the air to launch himself into the ether between dimensions.

A second later, he set down near a forge in India.

He hadn’t realized how accustomed to the winter weather he’d became.  Landing in India was like stepping into a sauna; immediately he began to shed layers, vanishing them one by one back to his home on the shore of the North Sea.  Only when he was barefoot, wearing just his tunic and light pants, did he turn towards the man making the archangel-inspired weapons.

“Alright,” he called out, walking into the wide open door of the forge (and certainly not bothering to knock).  It was like walking into a wall of heat, somehow even hotter than the tropical sun.  “What’s this I hear about making archangel blades?”

The smith turned around, confused by the sudden entrance.

Gabriel opened his mouth to give him a good talking to- probably call it blasphemy, or something along those lines.  It would be just enough to scare him into stopping his work, or at least, not putting Gabriel’s abandoned name and title everywhere.  But he was distracted by a sudden presence outside, and he turned.

His breath caught.

Gabriel had seen beauty.  He had seen the vastness of the cosmos, the galaxies that swirled in eternal dance.  He had seen continents rise from the ocean, had seen the birth of plants and animals and birds and fish.  He had seen angels and archangels, seraphs and cherubs, powers and dominions.

But in an instant, he forgot all of those.  Behind him, the smith fell prostrate, but Gabriel only stepped forward as though in a daze, to stand in the yard and face her.

On the surface, she was no more than a pretty southern girl.  Her patterned dress was cheerful and bright against the deep tan of her skin.  She stood lightly on her toes, as though ready to dance, but she stood with the straight, strong posture of a queen.

In his angelic vision though, Gabriel saw a flash of the truth.

Eyes burning with mischief and chaos.  Midnight blue skin freckled with stars.  Fangs glinting between plump, slightly parted lips.  Four arms- the hidden two were playing with a lotus flower.  A sword hung at her hip, clinking against a skirt of bones.  She was a monster.  An absolutely stunning monster.

(But wasn’t he also a monster?  His true form burnt people to dust, after all).

“Oh, uh, hi,” he said, and cursed himself, face flushing hot (it was probably just the heat of the forge behind him).

“Loki the Trickster.”  The goddess’s hips swayed with each graceful step as she approached him.  “What a surprise, finding another chaos god here.”  She paused, and gestured around at the jungle.  “A bit far south for an Asgardian, aren’t we?”

Gabriel forced his eyes to remain on her face, to not wander lower.  Her human form was lovely, and her true form was toned and athletic, the skin raised here and there with scars from past battles.  “Yeah, no, I mean- Just checking out this guy’s swords.  Um- I found one.  Up north.  Back home, you know, so I wanted to figure it out- So, you got a name?”

You stupid idiot!  He felt his blush deepen and he tried to focus on her thick black braid- there was nothing exciting about hair, right?  It was just sleek and long with not a single strand out of place, and okay, maybe he liked good hair; was that so wrong?  Seriously, what was wrong with him?

But the goddess only chuckled.  “Kali the Destroyer.  I’m sure you’ve heard of me?”

He gasped out loud- or more likely, choked on air.  Kali the Destroyer?  He had heard stories about her- vague rumors about a creature so powerful that she could stomp out the sea, who destroyed evil with a zest that terrified even her own pantheon.  She was good, technically, but she was gleeful in her destruction.  She had consumed demons and punished sinners and fought in battles that would have made Mars himself tremble.

And dear gods, she was beautiful.

“Yeah, uh, once or twice,” he choked out, gaze shifting down from her face.  That was a mistake- now he was looking at her breathtakingly long legs, deep midnight blue skin dappled with sunlight shining through the trees surrounding the yard.  Her feet were bare and muddy.

“Mmhmm.”  Though it wasn’t even a word, it was the smuggest noise Gabriel had ever heard.  He was struck dumb, and she knew it as she began to pace around him, like a lioness surveying an antelope.  “Why are you here, Loki?”

Her forearm brushed Gabriel’s as she passed him.  It sent a tingle down his skin, unlike anything he had ever felt in Heaven.  He shivered, but not, he realized, in discomfort.  He wanted to feel it again.

“Was this man giving you trouble?”  She nodded at the smith, who was still laying with his face pressed into the dirty ground.  He whimpered at being included in the conversation.

Gabriel had to lick his dry lips to talk.  “No, no, nothing like that- just checking out his work, is all.  Um…”  He felt prickly all over.  It was too hot here, and Kali was close- too close.  He could sense her power, rolling around the clearing.  It was near tangible- even the fire in the fire in the forge sprang higher, crackling in the quiet.

“Was his work satisfactory?”  Kali picked up a blade from the outside display and tested the sharpness with her finger- a droplet of red appeared against the midnight blue of her skin.  She licked it off, glancing over at Gabriel quizzically.  Her tongue was blood red.

He swallowed hard.  “Yeah, it was fine,” he said, voice coming out just a bit too high pitched to be natural.

“Pity.  I was hoping for a kill.”  She set the sword back and stepped towards the door.  Gabriel wrenched his eyes upwards- in the humidity, her dress clung to every curve.  He took a deep breath to try and compose himself.

“Although,” she mused, standing in the doorway and watching the smith breathe, “Before I caught wind of you, I found a man beating on his wife and son.  Blood might still flow today.”  She half turned, studying Gabriel with an unfathomable expression.  “How would you deal with such a thing up north?”

He was being tested- he didn’t know what she wanted to hear, but he wanted to impress her.  Needed to impress her.  She still looked more amused than anything, like he was a curiosity giving her a modicum of entertainment. Gabriel’s muscles clenched uncomfortably at the thought of her growing bored and moving on.

“I would destroy him slowly,” Gabriel said.  He swallowed hard, considering how he would do it.  His mouth felt too dry to speak.  “First, I would give his wife and child the money and means to run away.  Then I would bring a plague of locusts on his fields.”

Kali nodded, crossing her arms as she listened. The lotus flower twirled between two fingers.

Gabriel tried not to think about his sweating palms and continued.  He spoke slowly, carefully trying to think out the hypothetical course of action.  “Once the harvest fails, I would turn his neighbors against him, one by one, so that nobody will allow him over for dinner in the wintertime.  And then, when he goes out to chop wood, he’ll realize that the rats chewed a hole in his boots.  So he’ll get frostbite and trip when the wolves go after him.”

He froze, considering.  Kali raised an eyebrow.

“Wait- no.”  He shook his head.  “A lynx instead.  She’ll play with him while he tries to run away.  But the axe will have stuck in the tree he was trying to cut, so he won’t have any weapons.  And then maybe he falls into an ice river and hallucinates his wife…”

Kali’s lips were quirked up in a smile.  “You’re a sweetie,” she said with a little chuckle.  “Going through all that trouble.  Good work ethic.”

Gabriel blinked.  “Work ethic?”

“To be frank, I would just stab him.”  Kali reached out and patted his arm.  “But your idea is good too, Loki.”

His breath hitched when she touched him- he hid it in an awkward cough.  Somewhere outside the little forge, a hunting horn sounded, and Kali straightened.  “Ah, my people.  I’m off.  Get out of here, Loki.  Winter Viking god like you will pass out in this summer weather.”  Stepping out into the yard, she smiled at the sun.  “You have to enjoy these good days before the monsoons roll in.  I’ll see you around, I’m sure.”

When she stepped past him, one of her true-form arms reached out and tucked the lotus flower into his pocket.  Then she vanished like she had never been.

Gabriel pulled the flower out of his pocket with shaking fingers and sniffed.  It smelled like ash and smoke.

“Oh brother,” the smith said, finally getting the nerve to lift his head off the ground.  “Don’t fall for her, man.  She’s crazy.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Gabriel murmured, smoothing his thumb over one of the petals.

Special thanks to @scrollingkingfisher for the grammar check

Author List:  1. @revwinchester 2.@ttttrickster 3.@phantomwarrior12 4.@anxiety-fuel 5. @sugar-high-viking 6.@callmemisshorizon 7.@maximumsuckage (meeee) 8.@tricksterxangel 9.@archangelgabriellives  10.@nobodys-baby-now 11.@thewhiterabbit42 12.@warlockwriter 13.@lastsavinggrace 14.@archangelsanonymous 15.@archangelashiah 16.@archangel-with-a-shotgun

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