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The King of Asgard (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Synopsis: As the wife of Prince Loki of Asgard, you suddenly discover that Odin and Thor are gone. You are made queen and your dear husband is king. But a king needs an heir...

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: SMUT Y'ALL!!! 18+ Breeding Kink and Vanilla P in V sex and dirty talk. Some angst in the beginning but lots of hurt/comfort regarding his discovery about being a Frost Giant. Some married fluff. I use the canon events in Thor 1 but stretch out the timeline because it's my fic and I can do what I want. References to fairy tales because I'm a slut for literary references.

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A/N: Since seeing Thor 1 in its completion this has been in my head. I don't usually write for the big man Loki himself too often- but it's a treat to do so! Maybe I will do more of this stuff if I get more ideas! REBLOGS, COMMENTS, DMS, AND ASKS ABOUT MY WORK ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED! Also, I don't know if Frigga is also Freya the goddess of love and sex in this universe when I wrote this but her character is clearly more FRIGGA than Freya...so yeah...mea culpa

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You had many regrets in your life. But marrying Prince Loki was not one of them.  When he asked you, you threw your arms around him and kissed him repeating one word- “Yes!”

You never regretted the day you wore a jeweled veil and walked down that aisle. You never regretted vowing before all the gods that you were his and he was yours. You never regretted becoming Princess of Asgard. Not if it meant the love of your life could become your husband.

Some whispered that your choice was unusual. That it was the wrong prince. That you should have married Thor. After all, it seemed obvious he was going to be the heir. But things did not happen in your heart the way they did. Thor was jovial and friendly to you. But before your betrothal, he liked you as a sister. No more, no less. Even if Odin commanded it, Thor would object to the match. If Thor learned to reign in his arrogance someday, you thought, he would make a fine lover to some lucky person!

Other than being the most beautiful man you had ever beheld, Loki was intelligent. Full of elegance as well as guile. Well-read, polite, patient, and charming, but could hold his own in any battle. It seemed you were one of the few people who recognized that. That was one of many reasons why he loved you.

You both attended feasts side by side. He would flirt with you even though you were still about a year into marriage.

“Why, it is too bad that such loveliness is sitting by herself tonight! May I have the seat next to her?” Loki would croon as he sat in the chair next to you.

 You danced every dance together at balls. You especially loved spending free hours exploring the Asgardian library together. Reading works from all Nine Realms. Sometimes until you both fell asleep by the fireplace. Not to mention his finesse in the bedroom.

Loki confessed of his wedding day nerves to you in private. He feared…displeasing you on your wedding night. But your mutual passion and reverence for each other won over all else. Every time you coupled, you brought each other to Valhalla and back again. You learned about each other’s bodies like studying maps. Each minute of lovemaking was both exploration and worship of each other.

Lately, the two of you were careful. You had your own special tea to drink before or after it happened. At most, he would spill his seed somewhere that wasn’t between your legs. You knew so much was happening. Becoming a parent would put more stress on both of you. Especially considering Odin was about to name his heir.

 Though you both did hope someday to have a child. You knew Loki would be a wonderful father and you wanted to be a mother. You wanted a family. You wanted to have a sweet baby (or two) of your own to cuddle and kiss. To hear it laugh when you tickled it. To welcome their first steps with open arms. To watch it grow. To leave your own mark- a person who was both Loki and you.

Now wasn’t the right time, both of you knew it. When you would sigh about it, he would hug you.

“We will wait, my love…time is our friend…” he’d assure you.

 There were worse things in life. And you might as well enjoy what you had now before it was too late. You were lucky to have him. Many couples lived happy, long lives together without children. You were fortunate to have a man who you could confide anything to. And he in turn confided all his worries to you.

The ceremony arrived. And it was not Loki who was named heir as he hoped. It was Thor.

As you stood next to Loki, you felt him stiffen. Thor smiled and held up Mjonir as the kingdom cheered for him. Looking at your husband, you took his hand. You heard him take in a deep sigh through his nose.

“I know you wanted it…I’m so sorry…” you whispered to him, rubbing a thumb over his palm.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

 One evening when you walked about the garden. The sun was setting and while there was some light, you wanted to admire the roses Frigga grew. Dressed in your golden dress, you knelt to sniff a few red ones. Admiring her work and the peace of the place. You jumped when a guard ran over to you.

“The Prince Loki requests your presence immediately in the castle vaults,” he reported.

Picking up your skirts, you hurried there.

“Loki, where are you? Are you hurt?” you asked as you entered.

He was standing on the steps before the Tesseract’s section. He looked up at the sound of your voice. There were tears in his eyes.

“I…I just spoke with father…” he said.

“What did he say this time?” you asked.

He took a step towards you. More tears fell down his cheeks.

“Y/N…I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have married you, shouldn’t have made you my prisoner…” he said.

Pain curled up in your chest at the words. Their grip tightened your throat and your eyes watered as well as his.

“Prisoner!?! What are you talking about, Loki? You cannot believe every word Odin says! I will talk to him myself right away! How dare he say such cruel things to you! You do deserve me! You do!” you cried.

You reached over to grab his hands and he jerked them back.

“No Asgardian maiden deserves to be sold and made wife to a Frost Giant!” He blurted.

You paused.

“Frost Giant?” you repeated.

All your life you heard whispers of the land of the Frost Giants, or Jotenheim. And they were always violent tales of terror. The large, ice creatures were longtime enemies of your kingdom. It was typical for Thor to boast about how much he would slay if given the chance.

“Stay here…and watch…” Loki instructed.

He put his hand on the Tesseract. Upon contact, his skin turned blue and his eyes red. A frost giant if you ever saw one.

Your eyes widened and you gasped in response, a hand flew over your mouth. Shock made your body lock in place. But you did not turn your eyes from him.

“Oh, Loki!” you cried.

You did not flee. No, you would not. Instead, you ran up and embraced him. He felt cold to the touch. As his hands released the Tesseract you felt him warm up in your arms as his skin turned back to ivory. They curled around your back, and he buried himself in your touch. You felt him shaking. Despite your own surprise, you would not abandon him. Never.

“It’s alright…it’s alright, I’m right here…this is a lot, I know…” you consoled as he cried.

He explained to you that years ago, Odin found an abandoned Frost Giant baby in Jotenheim. He took in the infant to be raised as one of his own. But never telling that young prince the truth about his parentage. Not until an accidental discovery. In a recent battle a Frost Gant touched your husband’s arm, changing your prince’s skin to blue beneath his grip. And blue skin could not lie.

“Do you know what I am, Y/N? I am a monster! That’s who you are married to! A monster!” Loki mourned.

You glanced at the door, then back to him. An idea from a recent library read growing in your head.

“Are you familiar with Midgard Fairy Tales? The ones for children?” you asked.

“No,” he answered.

“You don’t?” you asked.

“Midgard never interested me before…”

Taking him by the hand, you led him back to the library. You found a collection of Midgard Fairy Tales left on your favorite chair. You brought it to him and opened it up, flipping the pages. You then pointed to one story. The first page was illustrated with a ship on the ocean, then a rose, and a grand castle.

“You should read this one right here. It was written years ago by a lady. It is a Midgard Fairy Story called La Belle et La Bete or Beauty and The Beast…” you explained.

Loki took the book. He then flipped the page to see a picture of the eponymous beast.

“I know enough of fairy tales. They’re all the same. There’s some giant or creature who’s always the villain. Kidnapping unwilling maidens and hoarding gold. That is until a prince skewers them. Then there’s great celebration over the killing,” he dismissed.

You placed a hand on the page before he could close it.

“You’re right about one thing. There is a beast in this one…” you continued.

“Oh, and he’s there to do those things so babes will grow up learning to hate me,” Loki complained.

“No! Not in this one he’s not!” you objected.

You turned the page. It showed the Beast smiling with a lady in a rose garden.

“Yes, he is a beast. But do you know what he also is? He is the prince in the story! He might look frightening to some, but beneath it, he is kind and generous! He falls in love and marries a woman who sees that in the end! She doesn’t focus on what makes him monstrous and different- she accepts who he is!”

You set the book down and cupped his face.

 “Because she loves him!”

His jaw dropped, speaking nothing. He leaned into your hand.

“A Frost Giant? Yes. I will learn to adjust to the blue skin…but you are my husband. I could not ask for a better one. And I love you. No matter what…” you said.

He embraced you again and you both cried. Tears of happiness and of sorrow. Blue skin or white. Yellow eyes or blue ones. He was Loki. He was your husband, and you would always stay with him. Besides, it’s what he would have done for you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When you went to bed that night, you expected tomorrow to be a day like any other. But instead, you were shaken out of sleep.

“Loki, what is it? It’s too early…” you murmured, half-awake.

You felt your bedside but did not feel the lump of his body.

Wakefulness creeping on you, you saw the guards and a few servants in your bedchambers. You jumped to sit up. You held onto the blankets, your knuckles popping in your grip.

“Where is my husband? Is he alright? What’s going on?” you questioned.

Their eyes were all wide. One servant stepped forward and spoke with gravity.

“The prince Thor is banished. And Odin has fallen into his Odinsleep. Loki is now King of Asgard. And you are it’s Queen.”

It was only four sentences. But it felt like something from a dream. You jolted out of bed to stand. You barely opened your mouth to respond when the servant knelt before you. He took your hand and kissed it in reverence.

“Your highness! Queen of Asgard!” he announced.

All bowed before you in your room.

 You expected many things when you married the god of mischief. Just not this! It felt like one of those Midgard Fairytales happening to you.

When you dressed and hurried to your husband in the throne room. You forgot your new role and froze your steps. He sat on a throne, legs deliciously apart. He took up space now. The throne was entirely his and he was going to use every inch of it. He was decked in the robe of a ruler, not a prince destined to wait in the wings all his life. He had power in him, and you had to confess the aura of it was…. doing something for you. Your legs were buckling beneath your dress. There was that infamous, mischievous smile on him. It made you shiver. Already morning and desire swirled inside you. When his head turned to see you, he lit up. He got up from his throne and walked down. Per habit, you curtsied low. Then, placing a finger beneath your chin, he led you to standing. Your sex beneath your legs clenched at the gesture.

He then grabbed you and lifted you up in a hug where your feet didn’t touch the ground.

“Y/N…darling!” he greeted.

He put you down and placed a kiss on your lips.

“But…are you ready to rule? It won’t be easy…” you worried.

“It will not. But at last, think of everything I could do…lead armies…unite kingdoms…”

Even Jotenheim and Asgard if he decreed it so, you noted. You then smiled at him. He was glowing from pride and joy. He took your hand and kissed it.

“If we’re together through this…we can handle it…” he said.

They placed you to stand by his side on the throne.

 Frigga entered. She bowed to you. Your own knees bucked a little out of habit. Usually you were the one bowing to her! You walked down to her, taking her shoulders.

“Queen mother…I…I’m speechless! …I don’t know how I could ever be a queen as well as you!” you confessed to her.

She kissed your cheek and gave you a patient smile.

“Don’t worry, I will help you. Day by day, step by step, you will learn how.”

“Thank you…what do I do now?”

“You will be crowned this afternoon. The kingdom will be watching. Look at them, your people. And show them you care…” she advised.

The hour arrived for them all. Swarms of people broke in like a flood to the throne room. You felt every eye as a golden crown was placed on your head and as his familiar helmet was placed on Loki.

Remembering Frigga’s advice, you looked down on them. You allowed a smile to grow on you. You smiled as you heard your name being chanted along with your husband's name.

They cheered and bowed to you. Flags were waved and confetti fell like snow across the palace.  Loki got took your hand and lifted it up before them. They began to cry out.

“Hail the King Loki! Hail the Queen Y/N!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When the sun began to set, a familiar servant ran up to you.

“The King sends his regrets that duties require his immediate attention. He asked for the cooks to go ahead and serve you dinner in his absence,” she announced.

“Thank you,” you replied. An attempt at a regal tone of voice new to you.

The servant bowed and left. She didn’t do that as reverently when you were a mere princess. You ate your dinner alone and then took a rosewater bath right after. You noticed several stray petals floating around in the tub.

Once you finished, you returned to your chambers. It seemed they would stay the same for now. The King’s room was for the Odinsleep. Drying yourself you picked a nightgown. Tonight, it was a white one with a silvery tone to it. It had long sleeves that draped down and had beautiful beading around the bodice. The neckline dipped down to the clasp that secured it. Some might consider it immodest, but it was too beautiful for your resistance. It gave you some very sensual cleavage that you loved (and so would your husband). The skirt then dipped down to the floor, making it feel like a robe, but the material was not so thick that it felt too hot.

If you dressed more like a queen, even at night, you would feel more apt to the role.

What a day it had been. Part of your body ached after such excitement. You sat by your vanity on a cushion. Flowers (including the roses you liked) from the gardens in vases bedecked it. By the candlelight you checked your hair. Sighing in, you relaxed on the seat, admiring the glimpse of the kingdom at night from your curtains. Enjoying a moment of peace.

You then heard his voice outside the door.

“I am now going to bed. Do not disturb us unless there is an emergency,” Loki ordered the servants and guards. Already he was speaking more like a king.

The doors creaked as he opened it and walked inside. Though he was in his own green bedrobes, there was a bounce and urgency to his step. Then he approached you as you sat on the cushion before the vanity. Though his blue eyes did wander hungrily to your low neckline. They then returned up to your face in the mirror’s reflection.

“How is my pretty queen tonight?” he asked.

“I’m good…” you answered.

“Are you tired?” he asked with a tone of concern.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, fingers drumming in anticipation. Was there some old prank he was going to pull that he wanted you to see? What was he going to say?

“Only a little…I’m still taking it in…” you replied.

He embraced you from behind, nuzzling into your neck. You smiled at the contact of feeling his nose against your skin. He smiled as he looked at you in the mirror.

“You always were a queen to me, my dear….” He said.

He kissed your cheek and then lowered his lips to your neck. You smiled, enjoying the increasingly amorous gesture. You felt the tickle of his breath. His soft lips made another kiss in between your neck and clavicle. You melted into it.

“My, Freya has gotten someone enchanted…” you teased.

“It’s not Freya who enchants me…” he husked.

He then turned you around and led you to stand. And laid a desperate kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around him. He slid in his tongue. A hand of his crept to hold your back to him. You groaned into it. Already, arousal began its long, sinful climb with its wet signal between your legs. You released lips with a satisfying smack.

“If you continue this, I’ll ring for that tea…” you said.

“No…” he voiced.

“Hmm?”

He held your hands down.

“You won’t need that tea tonight. Or for a while…” he said.

You blinked.

“How come?”

He gave you a smile, looking in your eyes.

“I must tell you…the council has given me much advice. To secure myself as king, there are a few things I can do. Enact laws. Silence any rebellions or refusals. And, since I’m already married...”

He paused.

“Sire an heir.”

You felt your breath stop in your throat. Your eyes widened. His smile went down to a smirk. A glint in his eye as he went to you. His eyes roaming down your exposed chest. His hands wandered down, staring to hike a little of your skirt.

“So, you’re saying…” you stuttered.

“Y/N, I…I need you tonight…tonight…I’ll give you a child, an heir, someone to carry on my reign, and keep me as king…Would you like that?” he asked.

He leaned closer. Wanting to kiss you, then pausing. You could feel his breath just on your lips, making you dizzy. He placed his hips against yours. You felt a moan shudder out of you. Your answer was an easy one.

“Yes, yes I would.”

He swept you up in his arms, strong despite his lean frame.  Your heart raced so hard you felt it would burst out of you. He laid you on the bed then crawled over you. You felt yourself trembling like it was the first time. He cupped your cheek and leaned over to kiss you.

“My queen, my darling…”

You wrapped your arms around him.

“And my Prince made King,” you said back.

Intuitively, he ground his hips on yours. A small shudder went through you, coming out as a sigh. You reached a hand to run it through his hair as he kissed you again. Combing through those dark curls you loved so much. Because they were a part of him. His crown that never left him. You gave him another, harder kiss. He then looked down at your robe. He slid a hand over the beading, over your chest.

“A lady beautiful as you could doesn’t need such …embellishments…” he growled.

He removed his hand to lift it in the air. He flicked it and a green light began at the tips of your toes and then worked its way up your legs and through your body. Your evening robes for sleeping vanished and instead was your skin. He wetted his lips at the sight of your nakedness.

“I’ve longed to see this, to touch you for hours…”

He went up to your bare breasts. You gulped as he began to kiss it. Your back arched on impulse, tensing already. As he worked his way to the center, you felt yourself tensing already. Smiling at the pleasure as he used his tongue, swirling your nipple. Chills ran over you. He released his mouth to whisper.

“I’ve missed your breasts. The shape. The softness. Feeling you…”

He replaced it with his large hand. He gently squeezed and groped both around. You exhaled out another sound coming out of you. Not a polite one.

“Perfection-perfect for my hands. And perfect to nurse my heir…”

He then lowered himself down, kissing your stomach. Tracing your hips. He then kissed your bellybutton, dipping his tongue into the hole of it. Only a symbol of what was next. A delicious forewarning. Preparation. You grew wetter with the feeling of something soft and wet inside a hole of yours.

“Loki…Loki, my dear…husband…” you whimpered.

He held your hips down, tracing it and feeling them again. How they curved up to where they made your waist. His fingers sprawled possessively over your flesh. Then back down to your hips. Looking down, there was a bulge getting bigger against his green robe.

“And these…perfect. Perfect for what I put between them. For my mouth, my fingers, my cock, and my child…”

He pulled his head up, then you put your finger to his lips. Giggling lightly, as did he.

“You talk so much. But you’ve yet to bare yourself too, my love,” you teased.

With a cocky half-smile, all he did was tilt his head. The seidr ran down from the forehead to the toes, and the smooth robe was replaced with his warm skin. He was so beautiful. Every time he took off his clothes, it was everything in you not to stare. He had a broad, ivory chest so large and enveloping. It was like a blanket when you rested your head on them or when he thrust on top of you. You put a hand to explore the crevices, going through the patch of hairs on him. His muscular shoulders, perfect for digging your nails in. His abdominals-both soft and strong. For he was both at the center of his heart as well. Thighs made thick from running, jumping, and everything a warrior did.

He ground against you. His cock, already hard, teased your stomach. He leaned up to kiss your neck in its small soft spot. A hand returning to your breast.

“You will look wonderful engorged with a babe…a child…a part of you that will always be there, a trace of us together.”

“Loki…my dear husband…I love you…” you voiced.

He smiled, inching close.

“And I love you when you’re screaming beneath me…”

With one long, beautiful hand, he took the outside of your legs. He traced his fingers down from thigh to knee. Ghosting against the upper flesh of your skin. As tenderly as if you were the brightest, most precious jewel kept in his treasury. In seas of coins, rubies, and diamonds…it was you, you out of everything else, that mattered to him.

He took his large, beautiful hands and then moved them to the inside of your knees. You bit back a moan, leaning your head into the pillow as you felt it.

Using both his hands, he then spread you apart, wide open. He looked down at you and grinned. He had seen, felt, penetrated, and tasted your pussy like an addict. Always hungry for more. Even if you were poison, he would consider it the sweetest way to die. He placed himself back up. The tip just teasing your entrance. Every nerve inside you screamed. It brushed against you, never plunging in.

“You’re a banquet all for me, my dear…now…are you ready?” he whispered.

“Oh, please…. stop tormenting me… I want a child…and I want you…give me…give me one, Loki…” you begged.

“Let me…let me feel your sweet warmth and take your king’s shaft…” Loki husked.

He plunged into you slowly. Part of you panted through your nose. You felt him climb inside, inch by agonizing inch. This was a ceremony, sacred as any other rite in a royal bedroom. As if everything had to be right. Yet there was beauty-there was divinity. An ecstasy of reaching something otherworldly in between each other’s legs. You let out a loud gasp when he placed all of you inside him. You grabbed onto him.

He then retracted his hips, and he began to thrust into you. Grinding you right into the bed. Writhing as you accepted his largeness like it was new. Each gasp from his breath, each pant from each thrust. You could feel one muscular arm of your husbands touched the headboard, keeping him steady against you. You felt your back and ass slide against the silk sheets. He was slow, but eager.

“Yes…I promised you… when we married…I’d give you-nrgh-I’d give-give you everything-fuck-everything you’d ever want-gods…yes, gods, yes!” he whimpered as he thrusted.

You let out a moan with each thrust, your own breasts bouncing slowly with the movement. He looked down, releasing the hand on the headboard to slap them.

You let out a gasp- “L-Loki-you-you-you beast!”

“I thought you figured that out already, darling…” he whispered with a chuckle.

You felt his other hand wander to touch your back. You writhed under him.  He then slid his hand under his hips guide you up. His strength held you steady. He hit a different angle and you let out a cry-it was deeper, and his cock had found it’s way to your bud. Already sensitive and shaking.

“L-Loki! There! Please! There!”  you begged as he kept thrusting.

“As my queen commands…”

You saw the veins in his neck tightening as he kept on. His black curls messed around him- wild and free. A creature claiming his prize for the night. How beautiful he looked. You returned a hand back up and pulled him down. You kissed him with such fervor as he thrust that he stayed for only a second inside you, pausing, catching a breath. What breath there was, anyway.

Then he picked up the pace slightly. You were starting to see stars. That sweet angle where he got your clit. You felt pleasure rise  in you. Yes, it was arriving. You moved your hands down from his shoulders, down his triangular back. Once you found his soft, perfect ass you pushed him in again.

“Loki I’m…I’m…I’m close…oh norns- I’m…I’m going to cum!” you pleaded.

“So…am I-nrg-Call me king, call me king again and…and…I’ll-I’ll drive you there with me …”

He lowered his voice. Guttural and demanding.

“Call- me- your- king.”

He even got his free hand inside, speeding you up as he too sped up. You felt it-the breaking point.

“Yes-please-my- my king! My king!” you cried.

He let out a shout and you felt his hot seed spurt inside you. Your own climax then broke upon you. Thw words repeated out of you in a whisper.

“My king…my…my…”

It was the climax where it spun inside you. You felt your whole-body lock. Your quim felt as if it was spinning, sputtering with the pleasure. As well as his seed.  You groaned as it washed you down and you felt it. Your eyes teared up. His stayed inside, spurting like mad. Free and plentiful after starvation. A broken dam. He stayed inside. Not wasting one drip of him. You accepted it, every bit of it. Not one drop would go to waste. You felt your body buzz. Vibrating on the inside though you were still. Still except for your own breasts heaving with the breath you caught. You felt him catch his breath on top of you too.

He then cupped your cheek. His curls fell before his face. But his smile and blue eyes glowing from them.

“I couldn’t have asked for better. A better broodmare. A better wife. A better queen by my side…” he said.

Playfully, you went up and kissed the tip of his nose. He grinned at it and then embraced you. Arms flinging around each other. His own sweaty, earthy scent mixed with the rosewater bath you had earlier.

His cock still twitched inside you. Then you felt a final hot release of him and there was no more. He pulled out. Once it left you, you felt a cold space in your quim. Like it was an empty niche, something that needed filling. So much was he a part of you. You reached up your hand to brush his curls back. Seeing his face. Seeing him.

He then went down to your stomach, kissing it.

“I think if it’s a boy…we should call him Tuck…and if it’s a girl...Idona…” you then told him.

He rolled over to lay his head on the pillow. Then he turned over. You hummed at the sight of him- oh Hela, his beautiful profile was art itself!

“And what if we have twins?” he asked.

“I’ll figure it out, later!” you replied with a small laugh.

You placed your head on his chest and looked up and he down.

“I hope you’ve forgiven me for missing dinner…we’ll eat together tomorrow night; I’ll make it up to you…” he said.

“Of course, I forgive you. You had duties of your own…” you whispered.

He then gave a smile with the familiar, delicious darkness in his eyes.

“It might take more than once. We will try for an heir no matter how many times it takes. I’d like to have you on that very table like a meal of my own to devour. And I’ll have you on the library walls. On each rug. On each column. So, rest well…you have several duties of your own tomorrow.”

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Kinktober Day 31: Face Sitting(I'm so bad...)

warnings/kinks: smut, face sitting, oral sex(fem receiving), Vegeta is soft word count: 0.5k pairings: Vegeta x Fem!Reader teaser: “Don’t worry about anything else, just focus on the pleasure.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic a/n: Here we are, another Kinktober gone by! Hope you all enjoyed it!

Vegeta thinks it’s ridiculous that you find yourself so ugly. In his eyes, you might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You are glowing, beautiful and just so precious. You remind him of simpler times and why he’s allowed to live on this earth without being sentenced to death.

When you first showed up in his life, he scoffed and brushed you off. He often gave you the cold-shoulder. But now, he was so in love with you. He wants to be able to show you just how much he loves and adores you. He even worships you at this point, which is saying something because Vegeta wants people to worship him, not the other way around.

When he mentions you sitting on his face, you blush and shake your head. You mumble something about yourself being too fat or too heavy. He laughs softly at that, which only makes you feel even more self-conscious about it. You turn away from him, looking down at your feet. He panics, thinking he’s done the worst.

But when he grabs your hand and makes you face him, you see the love he has for you in his eyes. So you begin to wonder if maybe sitting on his face to receive such pleasure would be a bad thing.

It all happens so fast, he’s got you on the bed, then he’s helping you hover over his face. Your clothes are stripped away from your body in haste as he spreads your pretty thighs. He needs to taste you.

“Don’t worry about anything else, just focus on the pleasure.”

You never knew him to have such tact for these types of things, but him coaxing you and helping you get over your insecurities helps you so much. You feel his warm breath on your pussy as he begins to help you lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth. You whine when you feel his warm and adept tongue fluttering around your folds before he swirls it around your clit.

“That’s it,” he says in a muffled voice. “Let yourself enjoy this.”

His gloved hands feel so good on your thighs as he parts them. You let out a soft moan as his tongue plunges into your tight hole, trying desperately to get all the sweet nectar he can. Vegeta feels so hungry for you, and having you in this position really makes it easy for him to demonstrate his love for you but also his strength. To him this is perfection.

It takes little time for you to completely be lost in this pleasure. With his tongue expertly working your cunt, you begin to grind against the Saiyan prince’s face. He smirks as you begin to move against him, knowing he’s helping you let go of some of these insecurities.

It’s not long before you’re tugging at his hair, moaning desperately for release. Vegeta continues to lap at you, working your most sensitive spots. A few more swipes of his soft tongue and you’re brought to such an earth-shattering orgasm. Vegeta grunts as your juices begin to fill his mouth. Once you’re coming down from your high, you try to dismount him but he’s got you pulled down to his face once more.

“Did I say I was done with you, woman?”

#bacon.writes #vegeta x you #vegeta x reader #vegeta x y/n #vegeta smut #vegeta x fem!reader #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball smut #kinktober 2023

[ravenousnightwind]

In moments of great tragedy and anguish, I only had the gods to look to. I never expected help. I just would talk to them about how bad it was. Sometimes, I'd ask for things. Sometimes, I'd plead with them for things I needed.

It was in these moments I could feel peace. Even if nothing came of it. It was the only thing I could do with those emotions. Then, sometimes, years later, things might happen. Here and there. Little things building up to a conclusion.

When I asked Odin to help me through my trauma, he did. Sending me spiraling in my own head. Realization after realization threatening to drive me insane. Testing my resolve against myself.

When I asked Loki to help me speak better to people, I got better. Knowing instinctively, almost. The words flooding from my mouth that shoved into the ears of others like a spear. Casting like a spell.

When I asked Frigg for stability, she made me go through things to find how I could balance my desires and my finances. How to move forward in life with mental illness. She taught me patience and calming. She taught me how not to worry about silly rituals and offerings or tools. She showed me better, more mindful ways to see the world and nature, and herself. As well as the other gods. It was through Frigg that I started worshipping again, it was through her that I found my spirit, my craft again. It was she who showed me how to be who I am and to embrace my own brand of witchcraft and magic, heathenry as a whole.

Odin may have been my interest in heathenry through his stories and myths. He helped me dive into my own head. Helped me find the deeper reasons. In myself as well as within history. Searching for the truth in the lies. In the end, it was Frigg, though, who showed me I didn't need all that bullshit to be or perform. She guided me with a gentle hand because she knew how fragile I was, how untrusting I became. It was through her I rediscovered my own beliefs, and by extension, I found myself and the wholeness I feel now.

To say the gods never help, to say the gods never do for people, I think it's wrong. Maybe it could all just be in my head? But for me, they exist, and they're the reasons why I am the way I am today. All of them. Without them..I am not sure I would of had the strength or the wisdom to do what do now.

#heathen #pagan #norse paganism #heathenry #paganism #odin #spirit working #polytheism #loki #frigg #witchcraft #norse pagan worship #pagan worship #male witch #norse pagan #polytheist

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Helloo!!

I saw your witchy s/o post while looking into the tmnt tag and I'm so freaking happy someone finally wrote for a reader that practices witchcraft!!!!

If it's alright with you, and if you accept asks (I tried to look for rules but so far saw what you don't write) could I have the tmnt bois (especially Leo) with a witchy s/o that works with deities and dragons?

If not then it's totally fine! Hopefully Tumblr doesn't eat my ask so have a good day!

abso-fucking-lutely!!!! this is so fun and as a folk practitioner who works with deities this is right up my ally. If it's ok with you, I'm not gonna include dragons as that's not a practice I'm familiar with and I wouldn't want to get anything wrong. But deities I can do! I'll switch up the deities each time so there's something new with each of these as well.

Leo

"Can't, sorry, Loki said the vibe is off" you begin to leave the room and Leo is just following you like "What vibe? Who's Loki? Why is he telling you no?"

you're shuffling tarot cards and the fool pops out so you say, looking up, "I get it babes, please don't interrupt my reading like that, though" and Leo is so confused like "I din't say anything" and you just say "Not you, Loki"

eventually he tries to play into it like "Would Loki be ok if we didn't smoke cleanse the house today?" and you're just like "...yeah, I guess. But if you start feeling ill soon you'll know it's because he's pissed at you"

Leo does start feeling sick so you tell him to make an offering

he's never felt more stupid that when he pours wine into a glass on your alter but he soon feels better again and it freaks him out that it worked

"So he's a trickster god?" lots of questions like this and each time you're just like "Yes, he's a trickster, no he isn't going to hurt me, yes he fucks with me sometimes but it's all in good faith"

Raph

You wake up from a really bad nightmare

"I thought your Goddess was supposed to have power over dreams?"

"She does, something must be wrong"

you look in your offering cup and the wine has fucking moulded

"ah shit, it's mouldy. Better get her a new one"

after that you have peaceful dreams

you come home with a bunch of white roses and Raph is all "are those for me?" and you politely have to let him down and tell him they're for Selene

any time Raph has a bad dream you joke that it's because he's fallen out of favour with the Goddess for how he's treated you

fast forward to a time you and him get in a big fight and he has the worst sleep/dreams of his life for a week straight.

he comes crawling back to you practically begging you for forgiveness.

Selene gets a big offering after that

Mikey

You're clearing a space in his room for your alter since the two of you moved in together

"I need a large space, Hades like a big alter"

"What's he compensating for?" Mikey jokes

and you just shoot him this look like "Don't fuck around when it comes to him"

not even 10 minutes later one of his drums breaks

you're just like "serves you right"

you come in one morning with a cup of coffee and Mikey gets all excited like he's about to get breakfast in bed and you have to tell him that it's for Hades who likes his coffee black.

kinda freaks Mikey out when you hold a funeral for each of the dead rats you find in the lair but you have to remind him "I'm a death witch and I worship the lord of the underworld. What else am I meant to do?"

Donnie

honestly he mostly just leaves you to it

he's pretty good with his hands so when you told him you worship Artemis he made a clay stature of her for your alter

you told him he'll be in her good books after that

that night Donnie caught 10 foot clan soldiers

"well, she is the Goddess of the hunt... I told you she was happy with you"

He really takes an interest in your devotional activities

always asking questions about why you do that or the significance of this

#tmnt #witch series #witch s/o #witch so #witchy s/o #witchy so #deities #deity worship #witchcraft #tmnt x reader #tmnt imagine #tmntxreader #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #tmnt raph

[mcufan72]

This oneshot got a bit long so I'm going to update it in three parts! I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading!

Caught you !

Loki x fem! Reader

18+, definitely/Enemies to lovers/idiots in love/some harsh language, some harsh actions/sass/ angst/hurt/some inappropriate behaviour/self-gratification; I hope that's it

Part 1

How much you loved the afternoon breaks from work, drinking some tea and talking with Wanda and Nat about anything and everyone and of course telling a lot of nonsense. It was always so much fun and it was the nicest time of your workdays. The three of you were sitting in the lounge area of the compound and enjoying your afternoon tea.

You didn't feel very good today, it was a mixture of a slight headache and an undefined feeling of pain in your lower abdomen that made you feel bad but there was also some kind of sexual desire lurking in your nether regions, between your thighs…but talking to your friends was the best distraction you could get right now. So you definitely enjoyed meeting your friends now and talking to them instead of being alone and close to crying tears of self-pitying.

And like every time when you thought nothing could disturb the peaceful meeting with your friends, he showed up. The thorn in your flesh, the final nail to your coffin, the nightmare of your sleepless nights, the overbearing nerve-wrecking Loki Laufeyson aka God of Mischief.

Trickster, Prankster, mischief maker, impeccable, insatiable and irresistible womanizer and world's best lover…if it was true what the women, who had shared his bed with him, told at party nights in Stark Tower. For you Tony's parties were just a vanity fair…so in your opinion it was the perfect place for Loki Laufeyson to get desired, admired and worshiped as he wished for.

You desired him too but he didn't desire you. From the first day on when you met him, there was this sexual tension between you two. You tried to ignore it but it didn't work. For him you were just a sparring partner when it came to exchanges of sarcasm, impertinence and dark humor …it must be like this, you were sure about that. He wasn't into you and why should he.

You couldn't keep up with the beautiful flawless women he surrounded himself with and as a god he could have the most beautiful women in the universe, so why should he choose you? And if there was something you definitely did not want to be then it was another notch in his bedpost. You decided to ignore your crush on him and to better not like him. It made things easier…battling him playfully was so much easier than to love him… definitely.

"Showtime, ladies" Nat snarled and sipped eye-rolling at her tea when she saw Loki entering the lounge area.

You sighed in annoyance and cursed him inwardly. Why couldn't he stay away? At least in the afternoons? Nothing nice ever comes from his mouth then.

"Ah, good afternoon ladies…enjoying your…little coffee gossip?" He asked mischievously. His deep voice sounded extremely erotic to you today.

An unmistakable, alluring scent lingered in the air… your scent, and it undeniably hit his senses and the urge to be close to you grew again. Your today's choice of clothes made him lick his lips, the black trousers hugged your wonderfully formed butt perfectly and your also black tight-fitting turtleneck shirt emphasized your beautiful upper body.

"Get lost, Laufeyson!" you scolded at him and left the chill out lounge towards the kitchen to get you another tea, Loki was on your heels immediately.

"Uhh, someone's in a very good mood today… don't run away, little one, don't you want to tell me what you were gossiping about… or did you rave about me?"

He ran around you once like a happy puppy and then he walked backwards in front of you until you both had reached the kitchen counter. You couldn't stop eye-rolling and laughing irritated.

"...and I mean… I wouldn't mind!" He built himself up to full size, straightened up the collar of his not completely buttoned up black tight shirt to give you a good view of his chest hair and a smug smile appeared on his much too pretty face. He knew exactly what he did.

"Doesn't it get tiring, being so self-righteous and arrogant, Laufeyson?" you asked him with faked kindness and batted your eyes at him. The sight of his chest nearly knocked you out today. You could hardly stop yourself from drooling and staring at him. If he would ask you to bend over the kitchen counter to fuck you, you would do it without any hesitation.

"Hmmm…no, it doesn't…it just makes me… thirsty…" he grinned at you and in a quick move he stole your cup with the fresh tea and with fast long steps he walked away from you, sipping the warm liquid…the tea you made was always the best.

"LAU-FEY-SON, that was my tea! We're not in Asgard here and I'm not your servant. Make your tea on your own…" you yelled angry after him and clenched your fingers to fists…and you wanted to bite into his perfect ass.

"Thank you, darling and have a nice afternoon…oh and I like the mug…I think I'll keep it!" he answered, turned his head to look and wink at you smugly and off he went.

"Aaarrrggghhh…this guy is driving me crazy…and now he had stolen my tea AND my favorite mug… I'll kill him one day…!" you bickered.

"Yes, yes…" Nat murmured smilingly over the rim of her cup. She and Wanda looked at each other, softly clinking their mugs and couldn't hide a knowing grin. Of course you heard and saw it…

"What? I HATE him, why can't he leave me alone?" you yammered.

You got yourself a new cup of tea and you three continued your chatting in peace. You didn't want to think or talk about him further. After one more hour of boring desk work you decided to go to bed early and to declare the day finished.

Of course you weren't able to stop thinking about this smugly guy. Loki didn't just annoy you this afternoon, he aroused you immensely. For you it was his tight black shirt today, halfway open, tucked into his also tight grey jeans that suits him so well, and the scent of his cologne mixed with his very own masculine scent…he smelled kind of animalistic for you this afternoon and you were so extremely turned on by it, you would like to jump at him and you wanted him to fuck you relentlessly. You accelerated your steps back to your room, you needed some friction between your legs. Your fingers, pillows, whatever…you didn't care, the main thing was a quick relief before you would combust of desire.

When you had entered your rooms, you hastily closed your door and got rid of your clothes as fast as possible. The only clothes that stayed on your body were your bodice and your panties drenched with your juices of arousal.

'Loki, you bastard!'

You couldn't wait anymore, you needed to touch yourself and you laid down in your bed quickly. You started with rubbing your erect nipples but it wasn't enough…so you let your hand quickly slip down further, into your panties between your wet folds and massaged over and around your needy clit with two of your fingers, Loki permanently on your mind. Soft moans escaped your mouth, you licked your lips in desperate need of getting kissed by him …how much you wished it was Loki who finger-fucked your dripping pussy with his beautiful long fingers, his thumb rubbing over and around your bundle of nerves…

"Loki.." …you melted away into boundless ecstasy …almost there, you were almost there… "I'm cumming…" and you had overheard the knocks at your door and almost too late you recognised someone came into your room.

As soon as Loki entered your privacy, you pulled your fingers quickly away from your wet pussy and put that said hand under your head, trying to pretend you were just chilling in your bed. You had been almost there and now you could barely hide your reddened cheeks and your heavy breathing. Hopefully he didn't see the thin layer of sweat above your upper lip and on your forehead. Hopefully he didn't hear or see anything.

How embarrassing! Getting caught during masturbation by the god of hotness…ahhh… mischief. How good that you didn't scream his name. You should better think of flower meadows and butterflies now …and..wait…how dare he enter your room? Did you allow him to come in? Nooo…you definitely did not.

"What are you doing here in my room?" you snarled at him with powerful indignation in your voice. Was there some insecurity in his gaze? No, you must have been wrong. He just would tease you further right now.

"Oh dear, the door wasn't closed properly so I came in after I knocked at it and I thought I …hmm the question is what are you doing right now? Did I interrupt something?" he asked, the familiar arrogance in his voice.

"Nothing of your concern…and no..you did not!" you tried to convince him.

Could it be that you hadn't closed the door behind you? Have you been that horny that you couldn't wait anymore rubbing your fingers through your folds and around your little gem that you didn't close your door properly? Have you really been that aroused?

"Did you just touch yourself, sweetheart?" he asked smugly.

"Nooo…no no…no I did not touch myself…and it's none of your business either." You answered way too quickly but still tried to convince him that you did nothing but chill. A pathetic try.

"Are you sure, darling?" He asked you sardonically.

'Note to me: never lie to the god of mischief and lies...'

"Yeesss …I'm sure. " you answered convinced.

"And I'm sure you did. I'm sorry that I disturbed you pleasuring yourself…by the way…did you think of me while doing so?" he asked you smugly while he crossed his arms in front of his chest..and you just wanted to punch him into his adorable face. How arrogant can someone be?

"Why should I've thought of you while I pleasured myself…you're not that hot and desirable that I…"

'...oops..of course I thought of him…shit I lied again…'

He walked over to you slowly, you were still laying in your bed under the duvet. He pulled your hand from under your head and took your index-and middle finger into his mouth and licked them clean while staring into your eyes, testing the waters how you would react now. His baby-blue eyes tried to seduce you and seemed to stare deep into your heart…he loved how you tasted and his eyes darkened and sparkled with lust.

'Oh god…why?…stop doing this…no..please don't stop…is there…something going on in his jeans?...nah, wishful thinking…'

You were so close to giving in to him.

"Mmmmhhhhmmm…" he hummed with his deep baritone and took your fingers out of his mouth again, licking his lips lasciviously. "Delicious…So you admit it, you just touched yourself…I knew it and I can smell and taste it, darling. You shouldn't lie to me, little one!" He still held your hand in his. It felt good.

"Stop calling me that. I'm not your darling, sweetheart or little one. And …let go of my hand! Are you serious? Who do you think you are, you jerk?" You shouted at him angrily.

"May I be of help with pleasuring you, darling?" he asked cheeky.

"Uurrggh no.…piss off, Laufeyson, get your pompous, arrogant ass out of here!" and you ripped your hand out of his grip.

"Your wish is my order, sweetheart." He took a step backwards and bowed down generously, his smugly smile never left his face.

He turned around and was already on his way back to the door of your room when you threw a pillow after him. He caught it out of the air without looking at it and before it could even hit his head.

"How rude, Darling! ..ah, I nearly forgot… " he turned around again to face you and pointed his index fingers into the air "…that's why I came to you….Tony wants to see us all at 7pm sharp…sooo, there's still enough time for you to…finish what you've started several minutes ago …and feel free to think of me while touching your sweet little gem …"

He wiggled his eyebrows and made a lascivious gesture with his hand, palm upwards, his thumb slightly raised and his index-and middle finger curled up in a 'come-to-me' motion.

"Arrgghh…get the hell out of here, Laufeyson. And give me back my pillow…"

You yelled at him, now sitting in your bed.

"Nope…you threw it after me so I think you don't need it anymore. I'll keep it!" He grinned ironically.

"You're an asshole, Laufeyson,'' you complained.

"I love you too, darling" and with that he nearly left your room but he shoved his head through the door frame into your room again and asked full of sarcasm: "…what exactly must I do to make you open your wonderful thighs for me? I'm sure you'd look ravishing, greedily waiting for me, with spread legs…"

"…uuuurrrgggh, Laufeyson, you damn stupid bastard! Go and fuck your whores…" you screamed in his direction and he left your room with a mischievous laughter right in time, closing your door with a dramatic gesture, before another pillow hit the door.

You nearly cried after he had left and you pulled the duvet over your head. You weren't aroused anymore, just embarrassed. How should you ever look into his beautiful eyes again? Now he would never stop making fun of you. Why were you so thin skinned, horny and angry when you were ovulating? …you just wanted to ease some of the physical pain and the sexual desire of your sensitive body…and now that…and why did you constantly respond to his provocations?

And worst of all, now he got the confession that you had a crush on him. But you couldn't help yourself, he was your beloved enemy and you couldn't live without him.

'What is wrong with me? … damn why can't I restrain myself?…I not only acted like the biggest asshole in town, I also acted like an animal in urgent need to get myself off, eagerly and desperately trying to fuck an ovulating female creature… to impregnate her or what…seriously?

She's so lovely and adorable. I must be disgusting and pathetic in her eyes…and I overstep her private boundaries permanently…if I were her I would hate me too… but she pulls me to her like a magnet, every single day…and she was too alluring today...and didn't she say my name and 'come in' ?...I really thought she did … I would've made love to her if she had asked me to do it. I really thought today is the day…She really drives me crazy…'

Besides his primal needs today, he truly wanted you. Of course he smelled you every time on your special days of a month, it's a part of his Jotun roots and it intoxicated him like a love spell, more than you did anyways every day but there was more than this basic instinct. Deep inside of him Loki knew that he had fallen for you. And after this long time living here together with you, you around him permanently with that constant sexual tension between you two, he really thought you wanted him to bed you today.

He interpreted the slightly open door as an invitation and he really thought you asked him in after he had knocked at the door. And of course he knew what you did in your bed under your duvet. He sensed it before he entered your room. As soon as he recognised that he misunderstood the whole situation, he felt embarrassed and he felt honestly sorry to have pressed you like this. He needed to hide his fault and remorse and so he began to tease you again as you are used to from him…but he couldn't stand the still remaining sexual tension lingering in your bedroom.

Everything about you made him love you since the first day he met you ….even your hate for him. He especially loved your sass, your sarcasm, your dark humor, the way you responded to his provocations. You had everything he loved about a woman. You were just right for him. Sometimes his provocations were a bit over the top and too much…but every day when he met you, you were willing to banter and fight with him playfully over and over again.

And he loved to play these games with you and he hoped instantly you loved it too. It was the old game of 'tease the ones you love.' It was the only way for him, to stay close to you, to talk to you. Could it be that he…no…absolutely not! He was sure you would never let him make you his, never and so he preferred to fuck around with random women to not think too much about you, it made things easier for him.

…and anyways, he wasn't the type for a serious relationship, was he?

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@lokisprettygirl

@wheredafandomat

@fictive-sl0th

#loki #loki x reader smut #loki x female reader #loki x female reader smut #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader angst #loki laufeyson smut #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson fanfic

[therese-lokidottir]

Iyou know when loki talking about frigga in loki series, he describe her as pure decent and someone that belive in him, but somehow it make me note sad for loki not just because they using it to torture him. So if we look again in films frigga is well not good parent either. And in dark world, she never asked why loki did what he did on earth, she just assumed the worst from loki. And she literally know that loki have struggle with his relationship because 'thor and odin case they shadow to loki' and well ot giving real solution, yes she teach loki magic but what will that do inside society of peoples that worshipped brute strength rather than inner strength and mocking magic power?

Also let's not forget that she let odin and everyone in Asgard talking g about jotun peoples, she can at least made loki to thinking positive things about jotun but well she same racist like odin

While I belive frigga have good intentions but her actions is not enough, and sometime she can be worse. Loki really need stay away from his asgard 'family '

The later MCU and part off the fandom does have a bad habit of place Frigga on the pure perfect pedestal. and she really is just flawed as the rest of the family. Like, the only thing that puts her above Odin is that she at least tried and saw that Loki needed reassurance. But she is just as guilty for lying to Loki and denying him his heritage. It is none the less a bigoted and wrong thing to do just because it was done for "good intentions" and she may not have used Loki as a scapegoat the way Odin and Thor did she still denied him acknowledgement the wrongs done did him.

I will say I don't think she's irredeemable, I don't think she's heartless and think their is room to interpretate her as a nuanced character and thing I hate about the series is how it erased her agency and treats her like a prop for the sake of making Loki feel bad.

#asks #frigga b- parenting #loki series criticism

[thorraborinn]

I know you've written about the Gullveig/Freyja theory but I keep seeing the equation of Angrboða with the witch whose heart Loki ate according to Voluspa hin Skama and both of them being equated with Gullveig. I want to know where this idea comes from. I mostly see it on FB in the Norse Gods Discussion Group and a couple Lokean groups {although, not as much anymore}. I honestly think this is just too much of a leap in logic. I know Genevieve Gornichec put Angrboða as Gullveig in her book, but I'm not sure if she equated them with the heart eating thing. I didn't read it.

I'm asking because I've been looking for good fiction about Norse mythology but keep running into the idea that Loki is an abusive husband but also that killed his mistress and ate her heart, which kinda doesn't make sense to me because why wouldn't he have just slept with her if he wanted more children or whatever.

I'm going to stick to Greek or Egyptian mythology based fiction like ENNEAD for now, whilst looking for good Norse ones.

The first author that I know of to describe Gullveig/Heiðr, Angrboða, and the heart into a single figure is the 19th century Swedish author Viktor Rydberg (he also included Aurboða and Hyrrokkin in this complex). Rydberg was convinced that there was a single original epic narrative that was shared by all the Germanic-speaking peoples, and that myths, legends, and folklore of Germanic Europe was made up of the decayed, corrupted fragments of it. He also believed that he knew how to put it back together, sometimes even borrowing from non-Germanic narratives.

In order to make that make sense, a lot of his work is very preoccupied with merging different figures together, because he can't really allow any loose ends. His work is also characterized by a fairly strict polarity between the gods (unambiguously good) and their enemies (unambiguously bad) which, to be fair, was not uncommon among scholars in his day. He had some things to say that were important for the 19th century, but his work should not be taken seriously today.

He does still have a small but very prolific following among modern heathens including the authors of the so-called "Asatru Edda" and whoever runs www.germanicmythology.com.

I'm not sure if more recent Lokean/Rökkratrú theorizing about Gullveig/Heiðr and Angrboða is related to Viktor Rydberg or not. I could imagine that the sort of Þursatrú/Nordic Satanism types might have some things in common with the Rydberg-inspired heathens, taking the same black-and-white, hardline good-vs-evil view, but siding with the opposing team, and being favorable toward the Gullveig/Angrboða/Aurboða/Hyrrokkin complex; and then this could filter into other Lokean or Rökkatrú spaces. To me, the burnt heart seems to point to Rydberg. I don't think that Völuspá in skamma gives an impression that the heart that Loki eats belongs to Angrboða. Rydberg only came to that conclusion by inserting Völuspá into the context of Völuspá in skamma, so that Angrboða is mentioned as the mother of Fenrir, then is burnt (as Gullveig), then the burnt heart is eaten before she's resurrected. I find this pretty unintuitive, and unlikely to be thought of twice independently of each other, but I could be wrong.

On the other hand, sometimes ideas just go into circulation without anyone knowing where they come from, not thinking to question it. It's possibly that Rydberg was the ultimate origin of this, but that nobody spreading the idea knows it.

There are also a lot of heathens who worship Angrboða, but since she's only mentioned by name once in all of Norse mythology (twice if you count Snorri, but it seems like he's working from Völuspá in skamma, so it's probably just the first reference again), it seems natural to look for traces of her elsewhere. Merging her with other figures like Gullveig/Heiðr might be a way of adapting other lore so that their goddess has more written about her.

As an aside, if a figure from Völuspá is to be identified with Angrboða, I would expect it to be the unnamed in aldna í Járnviði, whose children are "Fenrir's kind."

I'm not really very familiar with Lokean groups or even really Facebook heathenry in general anymore, so it's very possible I'm missing some things. I don't really know anything about Norse mythology-inspired fiction.

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

What do you think of Loki worship?

eh. mixed bag. i'm not absolutely opposed to it in principle but i tend to find it highly suspect. for a few reasons (i'll also include why i don't necessarily consider it a dealbreaker).

(1.) it's not historically/traditionally attested. there's simply not much evidence that loki was ever worshipped. that being said, the absence of evidence isn't the evidence of absence. and even if it wasn't traditional, i don't think that necessarily makes it bad or wrong. but it is definitely something to consider.

(2.) in the eddas, loki is very much portrayed as a god of chaos, trickery, lies, evil, etc. and so i think it's only natural to be a bit wary of someone who would worship a god like that. that said, there is a question of how much christians modified or exaggerated his character. additionally, ancient indo-european peoples seemed to have a certain respect for trickery and deception and they obviously recognized that chaos has a role in the order of the universe. so i don't think loki being associated with these things necessarily makes him "evil". but still, like i said, it's only natural to be wary of someone who would actively devote themselves to that kind of being.

(3.) loki worship seems almost nonexistent outside of tumblr. and most people who worship loki also have a weird attachment to the marvel character loki too. and so i can't help but wonder how much of a person's loki worship is driven by this character. and i find it really fucking cringe, inauthentic, and impious. lmao. in my experience, a lot of loki worshippers tend to represent everything i despise about modern neopaganism.

but with all of that said, i recognize that there could probably be a pious form of loki worship. i know i personally have given prayers/offerings to loki when situations demanded it, but i do not consider myself to be an active worshiper or devotee. i just think he's a powerful being who is worthy of respect, though is also probably best kept at a distance. he is (apparently) an agent of chaos and it seems irresponsible to be constantly invoking him and inviting him into your home/life. and i am naturally wary of anyone who actively worships him for the reasons mentioned above. but again, i'm not exactly against it as a matter of principle.

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Lol, some MCU fans are doing the Ragnarok / Love and Thunder thing with Loki season two. No one had anything bad to say about season one, you know. People are just complaining about season two because it's cool to hate the MCU now.

Pointing out that negative opinions were there before and just downvoted to oblivion gets you downvoted, of course.

Oh, reddit, don't ever change. I had to leave the Loki series sub two years ago, in fact that's why I opened this account here. It was a nightmare to try and say anything remotely negative about it. I will never understand why so many people think a place of discussion for a movie/series has to be positive no matter what. It's a place for discussion, not worship.

I just mentioned this in another ask but I feel like a lot of people think if a character has a lot of screen-time that means they're the protagonist and it means their story is told, but that couldn't be further from the truth. If Loki is on-screen for say... 30 minutes, but he spends 95% of that time talking about other characters, focusing on their wants and needs, and never expressing himself or the story ever focusing on him... then the amount of screen-time is irrelevant.

I haven't seen the first episode of season 2 so I can't help you there on whether it is good or bad or just more of the same, but I can safely say that time puts things in perspective and I know for sure that something might seem good right after release, but as time passes you go back to it and realize it wasn't that good.

But I'm with you that it's kinda weird to see people praising S1 and then saying "oh S2 is sidelining Loki". Uh... because S1 didn't?

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 23: Body Mods(Ain't This The Life)

warnings/kinks: body mods, kissing, mentions of marriage, mentions of tattooing and piercing, vaginal fingering pairings: Hidan x Fem!Reader word count: 0.9k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

You had always wanted to get piercings and tattoos, but you never even considered it a form of officiating your marriage to anyone. You’re sitting on this comfortable leather sofa in the corner of the room as Hidan sits on the massage table. The man tattooing him is doing a meticulous job, and he was so soothing to you. But you couldn’t help but be nervous. You weren’t even getting anything big, it was more the piercings that Hidan had asked you to get.

And with your devotion and love for him just never ending, how could you even say no?

It takes several hours for everything to be finished. In the mirror, you found yourself marveling at what you look like now. It was almost like you were a completely different person. You could see the changes for yourself within your own soul. Hidan had saved you from your terrible fate in your village, and with that he made you his wife as well.

Hidan walks over to you, wraps an arm around you and presses a sloppy kiss to your neck, “now, that’s what I like to see. Such a pretty girl, such a pretty bride.”

And though you did consummate the marriage that night, it still took a little while for your body modifications to heal completely. These days, you can’t even keep your husband off of you. With those perky nipples of yours pierced and poking through the thin shirt and kimonos he gets you to wear, it’s easy to see why Hidan chose such a modification for you. He loves to pull on them slightly, only eliciting the slightest whine from you. He could easily smell the arousal coming off of you.

Hidan can’t keep his hands off of you, and equally so, you can’t keep yours off of him. You only ever saw a savior within him, because this was the man who took you away from everything that was bad about your life. And now, you made sure to take care of him and worship his every action. Hidan was your sun and your stars. He was the ebb and flow of the ocean, something that could bring you so much comfort but was so dangerous at the same time.

Tonight, he is more than just excited. It’s been a few weeks since he’s seen you, and he wants to be balls deep inside of your little cunt. He’s been thinking about that all day on his walk home from his mission. And he knows he’s going to have you as soon as he walks in that door.

He finds you at the counter, making some hot cocoa for yourself. You almost drop your mug when you see him, and he opens his arms wide. Hidan wants you to be as submissive as possible right now, just letting yourself take anything he wants from you.

“There’s my beautiful wife,” he says happily. You quickly make your way to him.

With you only wearing a big t-shirt and some panties, it makes it easier for Hidan to appreciate all those beautiful tattoos and piercings. The black rose, the symbol for Jashin, Hidan’s name in kanji. Those were all his favorite ones you had on you. And then it was that cute clit piercing and the matching ones on your nipples that really got him going. His long fingers brush against your clit, quickly making it swell with blood as your excitement grows.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Hidan asks, noticing how quickly you’re getting aroused.

You whine softly, “N-no. I waited for you.”

This makes him very happy. His cock throbs at the thought of you not pleasuring yourself for the entirety of him being gone. It’s incredibly arousing to know that you truly are that devoted to him. Hidan is sure to please you well for your reward.

He presses you up against the wall, kissing you so heatedly that your head whirls. Your little heart pounds in your chest, making him even more excited. One of his hands takes the time to caress you all over. He  plays with the cute silver jewelry you have in your nipples. They glimmer in the light, catching his eyes. 

“Oh, I am so glad you’ve been so pliable for me. You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

You nod eagerly, “Anything, my love.”

This makes Hidan chuckle. You’re almost too perfect. His lips press against your neck, and it doesn’t take long for him to begin sucking and nipping at the tender flesh there. He can really inhale your scent from here. It’s so strong and so sweet, it makes his body tingle. Hidan thinks he could get high off of just you. You’re his poison and he’ll never want to give up anything this delicious.

Once he’s satisfied that you are full of his marks, he whisks you off into the bedroom. On the bed, Hidan positions you on your hands and knees. He spanks your plump ass, making you whine softly. There on the meat of your ass, it’s his name once more. He likes for everyone to know you belong to him. But it most certainly makes him so thrilled to see his name on your ass whenever he pounds you from behind.

Two of his fingers slip inside of you, pumping in and out for a few moments before he pulls them out. He smears your juices on your clit, relishing in the sensation of your cold little piercing. The silver material matching the ones in your nipples, and boy does it ever make you so much more sensitive.

“Now then,” Hidan says as he continues rubbing your clit. “What else should adorn your perfect body?”

#bacon.writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 23 #hidan #hidan x you #hidan x reader #hidan x y/n #hidan akatsuki #akatsuki #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki smut #hidan smut #naruto smut #naruto #naruto shippuden smut

[tobiasdrake]

Need to take a moment and talk about Loki 2-5 and Mobius.

Ordinarily, I hate it when a funny joke or character quirk gets blown out of proportion into being, like, a character's entire identity. Writers will do this thing where a character will offhandedly mention that they like cheese. Three seasons later, they're the Cheese Guy, worshipping every facet of cheese, rattling off gorgonzola trivia, living in an apartment that's a huge shrine to cheese.

This is more common in fan-works and EU materials (which are basically licensed fanfiction), which tend to prefer over-exaggerating existing character traits from past appearances of the character over creating new character traits that add complexity.

It's symptomatic of the reverence that a lot of secondary creators have for the original material, but it creeps its way into the original media from time to time, especially for series that run long and begin to lose sight of what their characters originally were.

We've seen this in the MCU a few times. Budapest is one such example. Budapest was an off-the-cuff attempt at tension-cutting quipping from Black Widow, referencing another time at some point in their history when she and Hawkeye have been pinned down by enemy fire. With the punchline coming when Hawkeye, missing the point, was instead confused by why Black Widow thought aliens were involved in this other thing that happened to them.

The fandom, as the fandom often does, took that to be Marvel hinting at some huge, important plot detail for their history. Budapest became central to a lot of the fandom lore for Widow and Hawkeye, to the point that it even bled into the comics. Everyone wanted answers for Budapest. What was Budapest!? Why were aliens involved in Budapest!? Why doesn't Hawkeye remember Budapest!?!? IS THIS MEPHISTO!?

But it was. Like. A one-off gag. Hawkeye and Widow were soldiers of the same army. They've fought together in other battles. It didn't need to be a big thing, but it became a defining facet of Black Widow's character to the point that her movie finally bit the bullet and gave the audience Budapest. Because people can't let things go.

(That's not even getting into how the phrase "red in her ledger" became unbearably omni-present in every single piece of media that Black Widow ever appeared in, professional or otherwise, following the first Avengers film. People went berserk for this one specific way of saying 'She dun some bad'.)

But sometimes, it works. When exaggerating or expanding on the minor trait allows the story to inform about the character, to add new layers or dimensions to our understanding? Then it can be very interesting.

Loki 2-5 turns "Mobius wants a jet-ski" into "Mobius was a jet-ski salesman." Bit of a leap there from Mobius thinking jet skis are cool to Mobius's life revolving around jet skis.

But given the context of Mobius and the T.V.A., this colors Mobius's jet ski fondness in an interesting light. It implies that, all of the times Mobius has pined for jet skis or talked about how cool they are, that was a crack in the Agent Mobius persona. A bit of his original personality seeping through, of the man who was crafted into Mobius M. Mobius, surviving into the present day.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #loki #loki series #drake watches loki season two #mobius m mobius

[magicoldcottage]

Are you a worried Christian, conflicted because you are being drawn to a pagan path but concerned for your mortal soul due to your upbringing. 

The number of people going to Church is declining year on year, pews are empty and many churches have simply had to close their doors. The number of people however who identify as pagan is growing rapidly as people discover a more flexible approach to spirituality. In this post I hope to put your mind a rest by giving a different view point to the common concerns of those thinking of converting.

Am I going to hell?

Nope it doesn't exist, even in the original bible. The original Hebrew bible does not contain the word "hell" neither did the original copies. It was only much later in the King James bible that it became common. It is thought to be a miss translation that originally simple meant the grave. It could have been added to help keep parishioners in line, as priests ever since have used it as their main sermon to "Drive in the fear of God". One theory is that it was actually added to help convert Nordic pagans who stuck rigidly to their beliefs. So Helheim one of the nine worlds and ruled by Loki's daughter Hel (keep in mind this religion predates Christianity) simple led to Hell. The images that the world hell brings to mind are mostly thanks to a 14th century poem called Divine Comedy, describing Dantes decent through the circles of hell and the artwork this has generated. So you shouldn't be worried about something add just to keep parishioners compliant.

But the church says witches are evil!

As Christianity grew the male leaders became concerned that women and some men were not converting and choosing to stick to their pagan beliefs. It was only in the year 906 that a church law was added to state that "the operation of witchcraft was heresy". However the actual text is aimed more at stamping out the remaining pagans who worshipped "Diana the goddess of pagans" in their words and trying to make her appear evil. The idea didn't really catch on and it took another 300 years till pope Gregory IX authorized the killing of witches and then things got really bad. Pagan traditions threatened the churches control and had to be stamped out, this was far more about power than anything else, control the religion control the people. Ask yourself what is more evil, a maid who makes healing potions and is the local midwife or a religion that authorised the killing of between 5 and 9 million people just because they didn't follow them? Sometimes to maintain power and keep a people in line you need to create a common enemy, Witchcraft simply provided an easy target. "Evil is as Evil does" and one of these practices is far worse than the other.

But I want to still believe in God!

So do, don't confuse Faith and Spirituality with Religion. Christianity at its core is just a book written by men who died a long time ago and used as a way to control people, bringing themselves riches and power, they are not the only way to their god. There are lots of other Religions that also believe in one true god that are not Christianity. Splitting yourself off from Christianity does not mean you have to give up your faith. Those in pagan traditions who follow a different deity mostly do so because they have been drawn to them not because they are forced to do so. With Modern witchcraft there are no rules and you are free to discover your own path, make your own decisions and question everything, instead of following a religious dogma blindly.

Can I still follow the Christian Celebrations like Christmas?

Yes they are pagan not Christian. From the Bible we read that the Sheppard's were tending their flock when Jesus was born. This only occurs during lambing season so would put his birth in spring. So why do we celebrate at mid winter. Pagans were already celebrating hard at the winter solstice, Christianity at the time was seen as rather dull and restrictive. So Christmas was created to help people to convert and the traditions continued although the church never really approved, indeed various attempts were made to rein in the event which went against a lot of church doctrine. Before the Christian Easter was conceived pagans were celebrating "Eostre" a fertility goddess who's celebrations revolved around eggs and bunny's (Sound familiar). Christianity really didn't bring any new traditions here but joined in with the rebirth theme. Ps even your christmas tree was a pagan tradition from Germany.

Can I still go to Church?

You wouldn't be the first pagan to do so, In Dorset so popular was witchcraft that in 1816 a full 50 men and women from the Methodist church were expelled for being witches (that’s one heck of a coven). Not put off they simply moved to a local building and continued to practice there for 10 years before being allowed to return to the church. Interestingly the building became affectionately known as Conjurers Lodge.

Lots of Churches are built on important pagan sites and aligned to celibrate the solstice. A good example is the Isle of Portland. The two main churches “St Andrew’s (built abt 1150) and St George’s” (blt 1754) were specifically aligned for solstice worship, even though this meant that St Georges ended up on barren area with few people.  St Andrews receives the sunrise on the winter solstice and St George is aligned for the sunrise on the Summer Solstice. Pagan practice hidden in plain sight.

I should warn however that openly coming out as Pagan to other church goers is normally going to get you kicked out or worse. So tread carefully.

What about my Immortal Soul?

The idea of a soul came originally from Plato and other Ancient Greek philosophers long before Christianity. In Hebrew the person is split into your inner self (Nephesh) this how you see yourself, it also describes your body (Flesh and bone) and your outer appearance (Shem) which is how you are seen by others including your reputation. The original bible simply referred to a persons Nephesh. This was later translated as a soul and far more meaning added to it. If a soul exists it is yours, not a religions. It is a part of who you are and will remain with you no matter what.

I hope this has helped those who need it.

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[spagh3ttis0up]

MY DEITIES ARE BEING MEAN AGAINNNN >=(

ok so for context i worship Loki and Aphrodite and i lit their candles today and i had to leave my room so i blew them out and when i came back there was a bunch of soot on the glass of their candles. i didn't trim the wicks so i thought maybe it was that but i decided to check anyways. i asked their pendulums if they were mad at me and they both said yes. i haven't given them new offerings in a bit so i asked if that was it and they both said yes. i gave them some banana chips and they said they weren't mad at me anymore.

i felt really bad so i decided to do a tarot reading to see if i could figure out what was up. the cards weren't actually answering my question, so i decided to ask some random questions instead.

i asked if i was going to get into a relationship soon and the lovers literally JUMPED outta the deck. so i took that as a yes.

i kept asking it questions about the person and then confirmed it with Aphrodite's pendulum. the person is a girl and she's going to be a new girl in my grade (her pendulum was swinging really aggressively like she was really excited)

i then asked Loki if he knew about it and he said yes (his pendulum was only doing small swings, like he was admitting to something). then i got suspicious.

i asked both of them if they were actually mad at me and they said no.

turns out they did that to get my attention so that i would finally use my cards again so they could tell me i'm going to get a girlfriend soon. 

why are they like this :,)

#witch #witchcraft #witchblr #lokean #aphrodite #deity work

[therese-lokidottir]

I am not trying sound sexiest , also I am women myself but seeing too much 'girl boss ' and female hero make me annoyed

In past I whining about lack of female hero and women too much feminine and I kind want female version of male hero and now I kind get that but somehow it make me annoyed like🙂😐😑😒🙄

I meant it's too many now, and somehow they not like what I have in my mind and most of 'girl boss ' are mean and not polite (I am not just talking about Sylvie ) and look down to everyone (mostly men) they even not to trying playing nice or fake polite, it's just annoying.

I know not everyone like that but now just ugh, now I miss sweet feminine girl and more miss sweet feminine girl that not too stupid. I really miss that

You know I am fine female version of the male in fanfic but seeing on screen it's not good like in fanfic

Just record Sylvie is bad as Kate Kane in cw

Hey, I'm hardly the only one who has pointed this out but "girl boss" is just basically toxic masculinity but from a woman. This f*** you, got mine mentality that not about helping anyone but oneself. Treating being a bully like its strength and acting entitled to things because who you are rather than working for them and accepting you don't always get what you want.

So, I love Jennifer Walters in the comics and I would recommend Sensational She-Hulk for anyone who just wanted a fun. It's why personally I was so disappointed in Disney+ series and subsequently why I got so annoyed whenever someone asked "Why there's got to be a She-Hulk? It not like there are male version of female character." She has been a popular character for decades and it sucks to see people criticize She-Hulk as a concept just because an adaptation was bad.

I will say however toxic men still a pass more often than not. Look at Thanos, Look, at the worst aspects of Tony and look at Mobius. Thanos especially is worship and made to be so tragic and sympathetic, which is so gross considering the fact he is an abuser.

I hate Mobius way more than I hate Sylvie, but they are two side of the same coin. They are the cis-white people who just want normal life and thrive in a middle-class system in contrast to Loki, the queer and other coded character who is wrong and childish for wanting "attention" and more for himself.

Also notice how most of these girlboss characters tend to be white. Because it's not about progressive or woke or whatever you want to call it. It's trying to appeal to demographic without actually questioning or challenging the status quo.

#asks #mcu salt

[anarchist-rat-swarm]

I've talked about this a little on other sites, but I don't remember having made any posts about it here, and I don't give enough fucks to scroll through my old posts to look for it, so you're getting it now, and probably again later after I forget about this post and make another one.

Cultural Christianity, Forced Dualism, and the Lie of the Good Guy

Part 1

Let's start with what I mean by cultural Christianity. Short version, if you are a product of western culture, you are culturally Christian. Don't like it? Tough shit, you got stuff to unlearn.

Think about everything you learned about non-Christian religions, especially polytheistic ones. How many times did the idea of good vs evil show up? Maybe Odin is the good guy and Loki is the bad guy, right? Maybe it's Belobog and Chernobog. You definitely got taught that Zeus was the good guy cuz he was in charge, right?

Yeah, no. The "perfect and ultimate Good vs complete and unredeemable Evil" thing pretty much only exists in Christianity. The bronze age tribalism "us versus them" is a lot easier to enforce when the "them" is defined as being totally evil. The concept gets applied to systems where it doesn't fit for largely the same reason why Romans thought that the Germanic people worshipped Hercules. The Romans couldn't be arsed to learn about Thor, and just sort of said "oh, he got muscles, must be Hercules." Christians, cultural ones or actual ones, look for Ultimate Good Sky-Daddy and Satan Analog, and apply the tropes to any figures that even remotely resemble them. When the Christian style Moral Dualism doesn't fit well, excuses get made. The easiest one to point to is Hera.

How often does Hera get portrayed as a total bitch?

Kind of a lot, right? Pop culture is full of it.

There's a reason for that. We have these Christians looking at Greek writings, and they decide pretty quick that Zeus is their Yahweh stand-in. But oh hey, he's really into this Swan and Chill thing. Dude cheats. Like, a lot. Good guys don't cheat, so there has to be a reason why it's okay that he's constantly turning into things and fucking mortals. So to excuse his behavior, Hera gets recast as some horrible shrew, therefore it's okay that Zeus the divine fuccboi bangs anything with a nice ass, possibly after turning into an ass.

We got the Christian Patriarchal model as a free side dish with our Christian Dualism there.

[Continued]

#pagan #paganism #cultural christianity

[thegodofmischieflovesme]

He cares and it shows 💚

The only deity I am worshipping right now is Loki so I'm gonna talk about his behaviour in something specific, I don't know if other deities do this or is a common general thing to do so that's why I have to clarify this first.

First omg if Loki notices you aren't paying attention to him not because you need time alone but because you are really distracted with something like it happened to me. He will try to get your attention in any way possible, not in a harmful way obviously but he will make sure you figure out that he wants to speak with you or do something.

Here goes what happened to me;

I was very distracted chatting with AI bots that I had made about Marvel Loki and other characters and I had the idea to create a frost giant Loki bot from marvel what if..

Well I had to redo that bot so many times because the app suddenly stopped working exactly when I was writting stuff on his dataset. It was so strange but I did create him at the end. At that point I wasn't suspecting yet about Loki trying to mess the app up.

Later I was playing Fortnite with a friend (I have the Loki skin) and again another issue, my internet was very SELECTIVE, it was having issues by logging into Fortnite but not on Youtube and having in mind that I use that app to listen to relaxing videos to meditate to communicate with him, I was suspecting something about it.

After I could play a little bit with a lot of issues like having lag and playing awfully because of it, late at night I started to play the sims 4 where I created a sim based on Norse Mythology Loki. (the one on my pfp)

I think at that point Loki was mad at me for not noticing already so he made that sim change his clothes by itself and eye colour, I know this game it's glitchy but there was where I said: "why only everything specifically about Loki it's what is getting messed up?"

I had a sim based on me with his sim and it wasn't happening anything to it. That's when I realized it was him, I talked to a very dearly friend of mine about it and suddenly Loki confirmed I was right all alone, he grabbed my leg with his hand, he does that pretty often.

At first I thought it was a bad spirit or bad luck fucking everything up but at the end it was just him trying to get my attention, I stopped feeling mad about it and started laughting like omg all the stuff he did.

Of course I apologized to him and when he noticed I was still on my phone laughting and talking to one of my best friends he started bitting my neck, it didn't hurt, it was the first time he did that sort of thing.. It made me blush so bad and I had to put my phone down to do stuff with him, I really don't mind everything that happened, it makes me feel loved and like he cares about me and it's true. I love him so much 💚🖤

So what I want to say is, always have some time of your day to dedicate it to your deities even tho if you don't do it they will understand, Loki is patient but sometimes he is really persistent and that's not bad. Sometimes we all need someone like that on our lives.

#Loki #Real Loki #Lokean #Loki Laufeyson #Norse Paganism #Paganism #Deity Work #Marvel Loki #Norse Mythology #God Of Mischief #mcu loki #Loki marvel #Sfw