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hiddenhearthwitch · 2 months

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📚 Small Intro To Polytheism📚

One of the most frequent asks I receive is how and where to get started when it comes to polytheism. This is a fairly broad subject and I’ll try to be as general as I can for advice but I will include specific references for Norse polytheists as that’s my shit. This information can be used to help you find a pantheon or to help you pick deities to work with it. If you’d like to use it to pick a patron deity that’s super, if you want to worship 20 gods and not have a patron deity that’s cool too. You do you dude. Please keep in mind this is all reflective of my research and personal practice. 🌻

Picking A Pantheon/Deity

This really boils down to personal preference. You’ll read a lot of posts and books that tell you many different ways and it’s entirely up to you because it is your practice. That being said, there’s a couple of different ways to go about it.

Research! This is one of my favorite ways to delve in. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with reading the stories of multiple pantheons and picking on that calls to you. You can also talk to other devotees and see what they have to say about deities and their religions. It is important to keep in mind that some religions are closed so please do proper research!

For example, I wasn’t originally a Norse pagan. I read some stories and thought the Hellenic pantheon would best suit me. I reached out to Eros for a while but after feeling no real connection to the pantheon I continued my research! After reading up on the Norse pantheon I decided to reach out to them out. Obviously, I fucking loved it because here I am. Point being, you can pick a pantheon based on research and not some divine message or whatever. You are also more than welcome to try out a religion, decide it doesn’t suit you, and move on.

Divination! You can use runes, a pendulum, tarot, etc.This can go a few different ways. You can write pantheon/deity names on separate pieces of paper, mix them up, and place them face down then ask the pendulum to pick. You can assign a deity/pantheon to each suit of cards or major arcana card or even do the same thing with runes.

For example, this is how I found a devotion to Frigg and Hel. I asked if there were any deities who were interested in working with me and pulled the runes Hagalaz and Berkana which read as Hel and Frigg to me. I followed up with tarot cards and pulled Death(Hel) plus the Queen of Pentacles(Frigg).

Asking/waiting for a sign. This isn’t something I’ve personally done so I don’t have much to say on the subject. You can go about meditating, praying, doing a ritual, or whatever and essentially wait for a sign after. It can come via a dream, something you experience, symbols you see in your daily life, it’s pretty much up to your intuition to decipher it. If anyone has information they’d like me to add in here please let me know!

If there’s a god you’re curious about and don’t want to do any of the above it’s totally cool to just reach out and ask if they want to work with you.

Idk How To Research

Same, tbh my keyword search game is weak. Anyways, good portion of us are looking up dead religions with little reliable resources. To give those curious about the Norse an easy head start here’s a compiled list of books by yours truly(click me!!) . It’s important to take everything with a grain a salt of salt when doing research. In my experience a lot of the retold Norse sagas have been Christianized or written under heavy Wiccan influences. It’s a good idea to do research on the author before reading one of their books.

Other blogs! There are tons of great witches and pagans on tumblr that have information waiting for you. 💗 You can search their blog/tags for good references for books, websites, podcasts, etc. Plus lots of blogs are open to answer asks. If you don’t know where to start for searching it’s best to try things based around your interest like: “norse polytheist”, “hellenic witch”, “gaelic polytheism”, etc.

Media! How lucky are we that we live in the age of technology? Knowledge is right at our fingertips! There are countless documentaries, podcasts, and audiobooks on youtube full of information for different cultures and religions. I’d personally recommend almost anything by BBC, Myths & Legends, and World Mythology!

Books! I love starting on goodreads to find good books and trust worthy authors. They’ve had almost every book I looked up with bunches of different reviews so you can get varying perspectives. Check out your local library as well! A lot of city libraries have online databases now of all of their books so you can “check it out” online and read the PDF(personal fave).

Feeling Lost Still?

That’s completely reasonable and your feelings are more than valid. It can be overwhelming and lot of information to soak up. Just do your best and take it at your own pace, there’s no rush to find a deity or pantheon. 💞 Below are a few other general concerns I hear a lot that I was hoping to address.

“I’m leaving a monotheistic(Christian, Catholic, Jewish, etc) religion and it’s giving me anxiety.” This is entirely common and almost expected in my opinion. I was raised Roman Catholic and my first year to two looking into polytheism riddled me with anxiety. I was constantly concerned that god would smite me down or I’d face an eternity in hell for worshiping false gods. While I can’t speak for everyone that fear was entirely erased for me when I found my gods. I’ve never felt so safe and strong and hopefully with time you can find the same in your gods!

It’s okay to want to learn more or to seek something more. I can’t tell you how to handle your anxiety but please know you’re not alone in that fear. There’s whole communities out there willing to support you and help you find your safe space(including me)!

“What’s UPG?” You’ll see a lot of posts, mine included, that mention UPG - UPG is Unverified Personal Gnosis. This is essentially someone’s personal thoughts and beliefs about a deity. For example, I associate Sif with hazelnuts. There’s nothing in the lore or any book that says that she likes hazelnuts; that’s just a personal opinion(aka a UPG).

“How do I reach out to the gods?” I have a lot of information on my blog about this topic although a lot of it is Norse specific. You can check out my beginner polytheist tag here and my beginner norse post/ask here.

Altar! This is my go to typically. Altars aren’t limited to the cookie cutter image that comes to mind(no hate though I have a few); one thing you can make a side blog dedicated to your pantheon/deity, make a small one in a tin can, or even make one in a video game like Minecraft or some shit. You can be as creative or as to the book as you want. It’s up to you.

Prayer! You can totally just sit down and be like, “Hey man wanna work on some shit together?”. While I’m not 100% that all gods would be down with you being that casual it’s still something you can try.😂 You can reach out to them by sitting down in a quiet space and meditating into prayer, praying in the car or in the shower, or just pray at the altar you set up if you did. Again, I can not reiterate this enough, it’s your practice, reach out to them as you please.

Do something personal! This is more like devotional work in my opinion. Let’s say you knit and you want to reach out to a creative or domestic deity, you can knit something as a devotional act to them and as a way to reach out. For example I pick up litter in honor of the Vanir and Jörð, or I play Skyrim for Thor and Týr.

Most importantly just be honest and up front with the god that you’re reaching out too. Considering that statement be honest with yourself as well. There’s no point going into a relationship with a god if you can’t be upfront, it’ll end up in nothing but grief.

“Can deities reach out through gods/signs?” They totally can. However, it is up to you and your intuition if a deity has and it’s not likely another witch will decipher that for you. Sounds, experiences, images, all have different meanings to each of us - they may show you something that’s very personal to you but would be mundane to someone else. Trust your instincts. However, please remember that not everything is magical, sometimes a raven is just a raven and not Odin.

✨Take everything you learn with a grain of salt. Including this post.✨

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justasecretwriter · 2 years

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Secrets (Jotun!Loki x Reader)

Title | Secrets

Summary | Loki has a secret, and it's his biggest, most well kept secret ever. And you've just found out.

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader (reads like an OC)

Genre | Angst to Smut to Angst to Fluff (happy ending)

Story Warnings/Kinks | Swearing, Internalized Racism, General Racism, Loki Needs Therapy, Lots of Feels, Yelling, Sex, Oral, Handjobs, Choking, Praise

Translations | None.

Author's Note | OMG TWO HUNDRED OF YOU PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ MY STUFF. THANKS.

This is not exactly canon because I made him half elf too, to explain his differences from other Frost Giants.

Words | 3,869

Saturdays were my favorite because on Saturdays, the entire team was gone. Tony said they went on some training. I honestly didn't care where they went. All I knew was that it was quiet, and I could do whatever I wanted.

I woke that morning with a smile already bubbling on my face. I had so many plans; I was going to try to bake cookies from scratch, rewatch all the Harry Potter movies, and finally finish a puzzle I'd been working on for weeks. But my heart stopped when I walked into the kitchen and saw a note lying on the counter.

Y/N, as you know Thor's brother is still under eval to be an Avenger, so we couldn't bring him on this training exercise, so if you could, keep an eye on him.

Tony

Great. Just great. Now I couldn't have the whole day alone because I had to babysit. With a groan, I made myself a cup of coffee and went to look for Loki.

If I remembered Thor's teasing right, he got up fairly early so he should have been around here somewhere. I wasn't going to hover but try my best to still get my stuff done, though I figured I should peek in on him occasionally.

When he wasn't in his room, or the library, I wandered down to the gym. Even gods had to work to keep up that kind of body, right? Apparently I was right because when I entered the gym I saw Loki. Or at least, what I think was Loki?

He had Loki’s face and hair but his skin was all a beautiful blue, neither light nor dark, and there were lighter blue lines all over his body, almost like tattoos. He wore workout shorts and did appear to be training; he was throwing daggers at a target and hitting a bullseye everytime before using magic to bring the dagger back.

I couldn’t help the gasp the left my mouth, making him spin around. It was indeed Loki in some form, but the biggest shoker was his eyes. Even the parts that were supposed to be white were a bright red, and his irises were an even darker red.

Horror shot across his face and he slowly started changing, shifting back to the Loki I recognized with pale white skin and green eyes. I realized as he shifted that in the blue form he was maybe half a foot taller as well—as if Loki needed to be any taller.

“Loki?” I knew it was stupid but it was the only thing that came to mind.

He approached me slowly, gulping and playing with his fingers. "I am… sorry." He murmured.

"What was that?"

"Something I did not intend for you to see. I figured everyone was on the training trip, I did not realize…"

"Can we talk about it?"

"No!" He said very quickly. "Let us pretend it never happened."

"Loki, I can't do that."

He huffed and bit the inside of his lip. "Well no one would believe you anyway."

"Who said I was going to tell?"

He seemed taken back by that, and tilted his head. Stepping closer so that we were barely a foot apart, Loki hesitated.

"I am adopted. Thor knows not, and I would prefer it if it stayed that way, hmm?" He arched his brow and instinctively, I nodded.

He left the gym and I realized I was still frozen. What the hell just happened. Loki wasn't Asgardian? Is that what he was saying? And how could Thor not know?

So, I did the only thing I knew to do when in a situation with Loki. I called Thor.

"Hey, so I had a question." I said when he answered. "Do you know of any humanoid species that's blue with red eyes?"

"With weird skin?"

"Yes. I found a picture in an old Norse book but I can't read any of it."

"Well that sounds like a Frost Giant. They are from Jotunheim. Loki killed Laufey, the King, years ago. To the best of my knowledge the nation has been in shambles since."

Why would Loki kill his own king? It was all becoming more confusing but at least now I had a name for it, so I could study more.

"Okay, thanks Thor."

"Anytime Little One. How is Loki, have you seen him?"

"Uhh… He was in the gym earlier but I haven't seen him since." I wasn't sure if that counted as a lie but my face heated up just as quickly as it usually did when I was lying.

"Well, just keep an eye on him. We will be back in the morning."

"See you then," I hung up and took a deep breath.

There was a Frost Giant, from a different realm, who I believed was an enemy of Asgard, just upstairs. How the hell was I supposed to process that information?

I raced to my bedroom and pulled out my computer to search up more about them. Were they dangerous? Did they have powers? Should I be scared of Loki?

Most would say yes by default since he was technically an alien like Thor but I'd never been all that scared of Loki. Maybe it was because he'd never been violent towards me, but he was never frightening in my eyes.

But the more I Googled, the more confused I got. I understand that often mythology got things wrong but there was so many different theories and mythologies on Frost Giants.

After an hour and forty-two groans, I gave up and went to Loki's room down the hall. Knocking vigorously, I only half expected him to answer. Low and behold, he did, and as soon as be saw me, he farted his eyes away.

"We need to talk."

"No, we don't." He replied.

"Yes, we do. Now let me in." I shoved past him and into his room.

Honestly, it looked a little like you'd expect. Lots of green and black, lots of books scattered about, but most of the room was very tidy. I nearly snorted; the bed was made even.

I sat on the bed gently and looked at him expectedly. He sighed heavily and sat a few feet from me.

"You have questions,"

"Obviously."

"Okay, then let's start from the beginning since I don't ever remember even having one conversation with you." He held out his hand. "Hello, my name is Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Jotunheim. I go by Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard."

I shook his hand.

"Prince of Jotunheim? Laufey was your father?"

He nodded.

"You killed your father?"

He shrugged and nodded again.

"Thor doesn't know?"

"Only Odin and Frigga know. It is Asgard's best kept secret, one of their own is their greatest enemy."

"So, you normally look like this…" I waved a hand towards him and he offered a small grin.

"This is my Asgardian form, thanks to my magic. And what you saw earlier was my birth form."

"And why can't Thor know?"

"Thor hates Frost Giants."

I frowned. Surely he wouldn't hate his own brother. But then again, Thor and Loki didn't do a whole lot of getting along, maybe the news of Loki's true heritage would push them over the edge.

"Y/N, this must stay between us. Nobody can know."

I bit my lip.

"Okay," I agreed. "Under one condition,"

His eyes immediately narrowed and he leaned away from me.

"Can I see it again?"

He seemed to be thinking for a minute. "Fine, but you should also know that there are other spells I have to go under while I'm in that form."

"Why?"

"Well, one touch and I could kill you from frostbite. So I go under a spell to prevent accidental death. And in that form, anything I walk near or touch freezes in an instant. And well, I like my bed soft and not frozen."

"Okay."

He hesitated before I saw the transition slowly. First his skin bled blue and then the lines spread on his skin like vines. They looked beautiful, like tattoos almost. He opened his eyes, showing the nearly glowing red that beamed from them.

I looked at his face as I reached my hand towards him, making sure it was okay. He never stopped me. I touched his arm slowly, tracing the lines where they disappeared beneath his shirt.

I saw his hand twitch before he reached behind him and pulled the t-shirt off, throwing it in his pillow.

He was beautiful. Of course he'd always been handsome, I wasn't blind. But this blue, the designs, the abs…

There were two prominent lines that went down his chest and under his pants, and I traced one of those. He felt cool to the touch, but not frostbite cold.

There were more lines on his face that curved and dipped in certain places, but I wasn't sure how he would feel about me actually touching his face.

"I'm actually not a full Frost Giant, at least not according to my blood. I don't exactly look like other Frost Giants, but if you look at my ears…" He turned his head and I smiled, his ears were very pointed, which I knew wasn't natural to his Asgardian form, I would have noticed.

"So you're half Frost Giant and half…?"

"Light Elf, according to my DNA. My father is from Jotunheim and my mother is from Alfheim. It's why I have these ears and why I'm smaller than the other Frost Giants. I'm the result of an affair, which is why Laufey abandoned me, leading Odin to find and adopt me."

I traced the point of his ear lightly, smiling. I went to reach and trace his face too but stopped. Loki didn't seem like the kind who liked to be touched, so maybe I should've stopped.

But then he shocked me; he grabbed my hand and touched his face with it, giving me permission. I bit my lip and ran my thumb along the lines adorning his cheekbones.

"Beautiful," I whispered, blushing.

"Right," He laughed and I tilted my head. "I'm a monster, Y/N."

"No you're not. Look at you, you're beautiful."

I got up on my knees on the bed and crawled closer, putting both my hands on his face to feel more. His red eyes met mine.

"You are not scared?"

"No," I whispered.

He took a deep breath and I let my hands follow the lines down from his face to his neck and onto his chest. When he shifted, I looked up at his face. He looked uncomfortable.

"Too much?"

"No, it's alright." I kept going but he never really quit squirming.

"What's the matter?" I finally asked, sitting back and letting my hands fall.

He sighed, looking away. "I've never shown anyone this form, let alone let them touch it. And at the very least, I expected you to be disgusted and you're not."

"Sorry to disappoint."

He only rolled his eyes.

"Are there lines on your back too?"

"I don't know." He turned away from me and I got on my knees. "I only ever use this form for certain magic practices. It's useful in some situations."

"You do have lines on your back," I murmured, tracing them. "They're beautiful."

An overwhelming urge came over me to kiss one on his shoulder blade and I had to take deep, thought repressing breaths for a few minutes before I could touch him again.

"The really awful part about this? I'm the God of Lies and I always know when someone is lying. There's not even a hint of a lie in you when you say that."

"Well of course not," I replied, tracing one line that went from his shoulder blade and over to his chest. "I like this form of yours."

He shuttered suddenly and my brows shoved together. Frost Giants couldn't get cold, could they?

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." Oh something was definitely wrong; I'd never heard Loki's voice crack before like that.

I went back to the front and looked at his face. His red eyes were swelling with tears.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

He just shook his head, looking away and taking deep breaths.

I put my hand on his chest. "Loki you can trust me."

"I know."

"Then what's the matter?"

He looked back over at me and wavered on some decision I didn't know. But I didn't have time to ask anymore questions before he leaned over and pushed his lips into mine.

I gasped, letting him kiss me, even kissing him back. But I was confused, shouldn't he have been angry with me for not reacting as he'd planned? I wasn't going to stop him though, not when kissing him felt this good.

He pulled back, and I let out an embarrassing whine, chasing his cold lips for more.

"I'm sorry," He gasped out.

"I'm not," I grabbed his hair and tried to kiss him again but he kept backing away from me. I nearly wanted to stomp and pout.

"I-we… shouldn't." He was almost panting and I felt his eyes searching for mine but I couldn't look away from his blue lips. They, like his lines, were a light blue.

"Why not? I want to. I think you want to."

He hesitated, biting his lip, and sighed again. "It can be dangerous… Frost Giants and humans…"

"In what way?"

"Sometimes if a Frost Giant is with someone they actually know or actually care about, a sort of heat kicks in. They can't control themselves and they can't stop until they are satisfied. Humans aren't exactly indestructible."

I realized the hidden meaning in his words. It only happened with someone they cared about; he cared about me.

"I can take it." I insisted.

"Y/N…"

"Please," I realized I must have sounded pathetic but I couldn't help it. He was too irresistible and his natural form was just… I couldn't resist if I tried.

He hesitated and I climbed into his lap, cupping his cheeks and letting my fingers trace.

"If I can go back to my Asgardian—"

"No! I want you like this, please."

I kissed him and he groaned, grabbing my hips and kissing me harshly. I pressed against his cold body to try and ease some of the heat spreading throughout me, but it only made it worse.

"Loki," I moaned, grabbing his hair and kissing him harder. I rolled my hips against his crotch and he groaned loudly.

Rolling over me, he pushed me to the bed and kissed along my neck. "I won't be able to stop, I've wanted you too long." He reminded me.

"Good," I reached up, biting the pointy tip of his ear. He whined and snapped, making all our clothes disappear in an instant. I shivered at the sudden chill of being pressed against him.

I reached in between our bodies to grab his cock and gasped at how big it was.

"Loki that is not going to fit."

Laughing, he kissed my collarbones and further down on my chest, shimmying down my body.

"Sure it will, I just need to get you ready."

Winking, he grabbed my thighs as he came face to face with my heat. He spread my legs, exposing me to him completely and making me whimper.

"Now, now, no whining." He teased me. "You wanted this, remember?" I nodded and he suddenly licked a strong swipe through my folds.

I cried out his name, grabbing his hair and trying to force him closer.

"Loki!" I whined. "More!"

His cold tongue pressed against my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. I moaned, throwing my head back and bucking my hips. He pinned my hips down and glared at me in warning.

"You take what I give you." He growled. "Nothing more and nothing less, understood?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir." I caved, laying back and panting as he kept his teasing for nearly twenty minutes before plunging two fingers inside me randomly.

"Oh god, Loki! That feels so good!"

He curled his fingers, hitting all my spots while watching my face. I screamed silently, trying not to buck my hips as my back arched.

"Loki I-fuck, I'm gonna cum."

And just like that, he stopped and sat up, making me whine out with tears in my eyes.

He lazily rubbed his cock while leaning over me and forcing his lips into mine. Tasting myself made me whimper against his lips, but what he did next really set me off.

He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock, making me jerk him off. He started kissing my chest and biting my nipples while I rubbed his cock hard and fast, trying my best to please him.

"Please sir, please fuck me. I'll be good, I promise."

"You think you can take it?" He growled, biting hard on my breast.

I moaned, touching him faster.

"Yes! Please, please, please!"

He sat up quickly, pushing my hand off and spreading my legs again. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

He shoved inside me quickly, harsh and unforgiving. I cried out, grabbing his sides to try and slow his pace some, to convince him I needed some adjusting, but he had been right, he couldn't stop.

Throwing my ankles into his shoulders, he moaned loud and fucked into me harder as the pain slowly eased, bleeding into pleasure.

"Fuck Y/N, so fucking tight, so good for me. You're gonna be good and let me cum in you? Let me breed you?"

I threw my head back, grabbing the headboard for some kind of brace as I screamed his name.

His cock shoved further inside me, hitting some pleasure point I'd never felt before as he kept moaning.

"Yes Loki, oh god."

"I am your god." He growled, suddenly grabbing my throat and squeezing.

I suddenly felt myself gushing even more. He smirked wickedly as he realized and felt it too.

"Oh you like that, don't you? You like being choked like a whore."

I whined too loud and thrusted my hips into him, trying to get his dick further inside me.

He squeezed my throat hard and started moaning as he fucked me faster, sloppier. His unoccupied hand went to rubbing harsh circles on my clit and then licking the juices off his fingers before returning.

"Oh fuck, oh Loki please! I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum!"

"You're mine." He growled. "Say it. Say you're mine and I'll let you cum."

He was actively panting now so I knew he must have been getting close too. I pulled him towards me, clawing his cold back and looked into his red eyes which were fighting to roll back.

"I'm yours." I cried out, trying desperately not to cum until he gave me permission. "I'm yours, fuck. Please let me cum!"

"Cum with me!" He growled as I felt his cock twitching before I felt his cool cum spilling into me.

My whole body relaxed and Loki collapsed on the bed next to me, gasping for breath. I reached down to feel his cum spilling from me and noticed one thing in particular before sleep took me. It has an almost slushy-like consistency.

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I awoke to yelling and sat up groggily. It looked to be late at night and I was still in Loki's room.

I stood quickly, stumbling until I found the light switch. I could hear lots of incoherent shouting downstairs but I couldn't tell who it was. Searching, I remembered that Loki took off my clothes with magic and I had no idea where they were.

I opened his closet and quickly found skinny jeans and a T-shirt. They were a bit big on me and I had to roll up the bottoms of the jeans, but they were better than nothing.

When I left the elevator that led to the main living space I was shocked at the scene. The whole team was there and were trying to pull Thor—who was throwing punches—away from Loki, who was shouting back at his brother, in his Asgardian form.

"What the hell?" I yelled and Thor glared at me. "What's going on?"

"Frost Giants, huh?" He growled, and then stormed off into the kitchen.

I looked at Loki and then the rest of the team, before Loki stepped towards me, with his hands out in an almost defensive looking position.

"They decided not to spend the night there and leave you alone with a guy you hardly know, so they came back early. And when Thor went to check on me, he saw us. I had accidentally fallen asleep before shifting back."

I felt my whole face fall as I realized what he was saying. Not only did the whole team know we had sex, but the secret of Loki's heritage was out.

"Oh, Loki," I put my hand on his bicep, frowning. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for—"

"Nonsense," He interrupted. "It's not your fault."

I peaked at the rest of the team who was watching us. "How bad is it?" I whispered.

"Tony is angry. Natasha is proud. Steve is grossed out and Dr. Banner is intrigued about the science of cross species intercourse."

I nodded.

"Are you angry with me?" I asked, not meeting his eyes.

He put his index finger under my chin and forced my eyes to his. I resisted the urge to sigh at the disappointment that they weren't red.

"No, and it is you who should be angry with me."

"Well, I'm not. I told you, it doesn't bother me."

He looked at the team and stood a little straighter. "Apologies for the drama." And with that, he took my hand and pulled me to the elevator.

Once inside, I turned to him.

"Do you regret it?" I whispered.

"What? No. Of course not."

"What did Thor say?"

"Nothing he meant." He whispered, making my heart break. "Thor will come around, it just might take him a while."

"Then why do you still seem upset?"

He sighed, turning towards me and cupping my cheeks.

"Did you mean what you said? That you're mine?"

I thought about it for a minute.

"If that's what you want, I'm not opposed."

He grinned a bit. "Neither am I."

I leaned up and kissed him with an edge of desperation. He pulled me closer and grabbed my hips.

"I'm yours," He whispered. "And you're mine."

"I'm yours and you're mine." I echoed before stretching on my toes to kiss him again.

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 7 months

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Reviewing non-Marvel Loki Things (That I've Been Exposed to)

I am certain there's more, but these are all the non-Marvel Loki-related media I could think of that I've consumed. Maybe I'll do a part 2 if I think of some other things I've read/seen. These aren't really full reviews, just basic reactions of what I remember of these pieces of media.

The Gospel of Loki, by Joanne M. Harris

I...did not finish this. It was kind of interesting, I remember. But I'll be honest, one of the lines I remember most clearly is from the beginning where Loki says something like "For some reason on Asgard, I'm not allowed to fuck beasts or men and no one can tell me why." And then he just kind of, goes with it? Like first of all, why, if you can live forever, would you not only limit yourself to one gender (I'm okay with leaving the bestiality alone, but you could probably make a case for this, too, if they can consent), but force everyone else to, also? And anyway, even if Odin is a Puritan prick for some reason, the least believable thing about all this is that Loki stands for it???!!! Why is this the one thing about which he's like 'Welp, guess Odin knows best'? Frankly, it broke my suspension of disbelief for the whole thing. (You know how I was like Kid Loki saying "I killed Thor" made me go 'Oh, okay, the Loki writers don't have a clue who Loki is fundamentally'? Yeah, this is the line that made me do that with Harris.) I didn't even get far enough to maybe (probably) read my favorite myth (Sigyn catching the venom in her bowl).

Norse Mythology, by Neil Gaiman

So much better, holy shit! Leaps and bounds better!!! This is one of my favorite books. I've talked about it a little on here, but he's such a great writer, and I laughed out loud so many times for the way he portrays Thor and Loki especially (it helped that I first read this listening to him read the audiobook). I just love how he portrays Loki as only smart in comparison to the other gods, who are truly dumb as bricks, with Loki only slightly more clever by comparison. But I was still so attached to Loki that when he causes his own downfall in the end (like he does in the myths) I think I genuinely cried. This is one of those books I read at least once a year.

The Bifrost Incident, by The Mechanisms

I'll be real with you, I mostly only listened to the tracks I knew Loki (and Sigyn) were on. But I did also read the synopsis on the wiki, so I know the gist of the musical. And what I'll say of it is this: I discovered the album four days prior to writing this, and I've listened to at least the Loki track at least twice a day since. I'm a little grateful it's just (as far as I know) an album, because if there was a recorded performance somewhere, I could not watch it (even though I obviously would because I like to let myself suffer). Loki's arc is just too fucking painful (which is honestly saying something, given some of the shit he gets put through in other media).

Ragnarok, Netflix

I watched the first episode. I felt like it ended stupidly and way too dramatically for even the pilot. I know it's called Ragnarok, but it's a modern retelling, and Thor and Loki are kids, so it doesn't have to go so hard from the word Go. And Laurits did not make a good first impression on me either. Can't remember exact reasons why, though. I watched this a long time ago.

#loki #norse mythology #norse myth retellings #non-marvel loki media #the gospel of loki #the bifrost incident

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Not sure if this has been asked before, but who'd you pick first? Dui was mine :)

- Slander Anon 💕

✨I guess I can tell you a bedtime story before I doze off! 🙏🏻

My... arrival to SCM was a strange one, actually. I didn’t come here for any of the gods themselves. It all began in 2018! I'd never played an otome game before in my life. All I was really searching for was something interesting to read either scifi, fantasy, or action based.

Aaaaand at the time I was exploring fandoms other than Star Wars that I grew up with but I was neck deep into Marvel and absolutely in love with my Asgardian gods, Thor and Loki. My brOTP before I knew what a brOTP was. So the Norse god of mischief definitely had influence over my search. I wanted to read some Loki fanfic but without the “fanfic” part.

So, as I was searching for something to read, I saw a picture of this man. Long black hair that was slicked back, mischievous smirk, and he was a god. Such a Loki character. So I downloaded Love 365 for the first time just to see this godly-Asgardian-looking piece of art. I wanted to know more about this off-brand Loki I’d just found.

Keep in mind I never played an otome game and this was my first time even trying. I didn't understand what was happening. I was trying to get to Tauxolouve's route becuase LOKI. But as any normal and sane person would do, I wanted to start at the beginning of the story so I could understand what was going on. But every time I would press the season one prologue all these other dudes were popping up in the story to choose from BUT NOT LOKI. And it took me a hot minute to realize one set of 6 guys was season one and the other set of 6 guys was season two. I don't know how much life I wasted trying to figure that out...

Then I had the alternative problem of "I can only read... One episode? How am I supposed to read about this Loki-looking god?” And that’s literally what I called him. I just referred to him as another Loki for the longest time. I was like “…His name is… Lou? That starts with an L; Loki starts with an L. Close enough.”

But, yeah, straight off the bat, Tauxolouve is the reason I'm here today. 🥰

But as for whose main story I fully read first, it was Leon. Not because I picked him, but because he was free. 😝 But I fell in love with him anyway, so it worked out. Then like a week later Huedhaut was free and I read his and I CRIED. And I then became attached to my zodiacs without any further influence from Marvel. And then it came out on switch and I DESPERATELY PURCHASED A SWITCH JUST SO I COULD HAVE ALL OF THEM. I needed to read all of the boys who never got the chance to be free on the 365 app! (I also wanted to marry Leo after I saw that CG of MC pointing a KNIFE at him!!!! THREATEN THE MIGHTY GODS!!!)

I know I came to this fandom because of Lou but I honestly sadly think he might've been one of the last three that I read all because he was a season 2 god. 😅

And now, I gotta biasedly call Dui my favorite because we're Gemini twinsies and I love him and my Shadow Dui very much!! 💖💖 and shadow tried to kill me a couple times. I love angst~

But Leo really was my first guy. 💕 My first zodiac, my first boyfriend, my first to take my virginity, my first god I tried to stab, my first father of my child, and my first husband. (He was the Minister of Wishes AND the future king of the Heavens. I havehad a power-kink, can you tell?)

And so that was how I met my polyamorous zodiac gods, and we all lived happily ever after, THE END! ✨

#my asks #star crossed myth #department of punishments #department of wishes #zodiac gods #voltage inc

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Unsolved | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I am a BIG fan of Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara and their show Buzzfeed Unsolved (soon to be Ghost Files in the Watcher Network on Youtube), so this is inspired by a few of their episodes! 😂👻

If you like what you read, reblog so others can find my stuff!🥰

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Bucky’s warm hand grew clammy as he rested it in your palm. “I still don’t know why we’re doing this-” he looked to Steve, “this is a terrible idea”. Obvious fear showed itself in Bucky’s voice, but Steve simply shrugged. He clapped a large hand against his best friend’s back and stared ahead and the old house that sat before the group. “Because someone is adamant that ghosts are real, and Nat and I just wanna see for ourselves”.

“Right- so why are we here?” Bucky tightened his hand around yours, his protective instincts never taking a day off. You couldn’t seem to recall the details of the conversation that landed you, Bucky, Nat, and Steve in front of one of the most haunted houses in the United States, but you regretted ever taking part.

----Two days earlier----

Bucky let loose a loud groan as Nat made her pick for movie night: The Conjuring. “What’s the deal, Barnes? Too scared?” Nat tossed a handful of popcorn into her mouth, relishing in her favorite activity- giving Bucky shit. Their sibling-like relationship always manifested in silly arguments and bouts of rough housing that often ended with Sam and Steve at their wit’s end. “I just prefer slasher flicks over the paranormal ones. That’s all”.

He stole her bowl of popcorn and placed it in his lap, offering some to you before diving in himself. Nat scooched forward in her seat, her expression betraying an even mix of disbelief and annoyance, “Hang on- you’re telling me you’d really rather watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre or some shit over this? This is one of the best horror movies ever made! What do you have against the supernatural?”

Steve had tried to stay out of it, but he couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “Nat, don’t get him started-” he practically begged, but it was too late. Bucky shot Steve a look and Nat made eyes at you, clearly confused. Placing a hand on Bucky’s thigh, you pulled his attention, “Um, do you two maybe wanna clue us in?” Steve let out an exasperated huff and took a long swig of his beer, motioning for Bucky to do the honors.

“Steven here doesn’t believe in ghosts, like an idiot-”

“Oh, I’m the idiot?”

Bucky flew into the same argument he used every time he debated with Steve about the supernatural over the course of their long friendship, “Then where does the energy go? HUH? Energy can’t be created or destroyed, Steve! So we gotta go somewhere when we die!” Steve just rolled his eyes as he always did, taking yet another long swig of his beer,“We go into the ground, Buck! You die, you get buried, you decompose! That’swhere the energy goes-”

“That’s just your body, man. I’m talking about your energy!”

“When did you become such a hippie, Buck?”

Bucky grabbed a handful of popcorn and threw it at Steve, landing a few pieces in your hair as collateral damage. He gently freed the popcorn from your locks and took your hand in his before whispering a quick apology. With Bucky distracted, Nat snatched her popcorn from his lap, “listen to your friend there, Barnes. Ghosts aren’t real! You know I love you, but you look like the Charlie Day red string meme right now”. Bucky stared at her with a blank expression, his lack of pop culture knowledge making itself obvious. With another laugh and a “never mind”, Nat motioned for the conversation to continue.

“Anyway…” Steve cleared his throat, “What do you think, huh? Nat and I are skeptics and Buck is a believer- what about you?” Three sets of eyes rested on you, everyone curious to see who you’d side with. “I totally believe in ghosts- Why wouldn’t I? I mean, we’ve seen some crazy shit: Norse gods, armies from space, Thanos- believing in ghosts seems like a no brainer after all that”. Bucky slung his metal arm around you with a proud smile, pulling you in close to his body, “See? She gets it”.

But his cheeky smile disappeared just as quickly as it came when Nat presented the group with a challenge. “There’s actually a pretty famous house not far from here. It’s from 1907 and everyone says it’s crazy haunted- there’s even an alleged demon in the basement”. Even with your unenhanced senses, you could’ve sworn you heard the rapid beating of Bucky’s heart. His warm hand suddenly grew clammy, and his breathing hitched in his chest, the mere thought of another encounter with the paranormal sending a chill down his spine.

“Yeah, come on, Buck. Let’s settle our century long debate: Are ghosts real?” Steve’s cocky grin pushed all fear from Bucky’s body, and with a handshake, he agreed. “Fine! Let’s do it. Just don’t come crying to me when you get possessed”.

“I actually know the people who own the house- long story, don’t ask- I’ll call them and ask if the four of us can have a little sleepover party”, Nat let loose a dark laugh, “it’ll be fun”.

----Now----

“Fun” was not the word Bucky used to describe the plan for the evening as the four of you stood outside the famed house, staring at it in the setting sun. “You two are here to balance us out! We’re the skeptics, you’re the believers. It’s gotta be even!” Steve took a long look at the small, seemingly normal house, “This place is nice, actually. I’d live here-” he grabbed his bag from the car and headed up the front walk, “your friends lookin’ to sell, Nat?”

He disappeared inside with Nat hot on his heels, the two of them eager to get inside the house that they believed to be completely free of any ghosts or ghouls. But Bucky could feel the fear creeping up his spine, “I still think we should’ve brought holy water. Wouldn’t have hurt…”

“You don’t have to do this, Buck. We could take the keys and ditch their asses if you want”. Seeing your hulking, super soldier boyfriend so scared was rare. He leaned his body against yours, his massive frame dwarfing you in comparison.

“No, it’s- it’s fine. Can’t let those two get any bragging rights. I’m just gonna spend some time with my best girl”. His hand found yours in search of a reassuring squeeze, and the two of you headed inside for your date with the darkness.

Steve was right. If it weren’t for the possible haunting, the house would’ve made a lovely place to live. Imagining the cozy living room and surprisingly spacious kitchen as your home was easy, especially with Bucky by your side- and he intended to stay there all night. He wanted to accompany you everywhere, partially for his own sanity, but also for your safety. He didn’t want you stepping away to get a glass of water and ending up possessed by the house’s darkest resident.

But Steve had other plans, “Okay! Well, I say we split up and look around so we can get acquainted with the ghouls.” Bucky’s mouth ran dry at the thought of actually exploring the house. He’d found a tiny amount of comfort in the living room, and planned to stay there until sunrise- but knew Steve would tease him if he did. “Um, okay, yeah- let’s explore. Just as long as we’re respectful, you know?” Bucky threw a pointed look at Nat and Steve, hammering his point home, “you don’t wanna ask a spirit to show itself or antagonize them in any way- don’t tell them to touch you or-”

“HEY, GHOSTS! WE’RE HERE!” Steve shouted into the air, “COME SAY HELLOOOO.” A sickly pallor took over Bucky’s expression as he begged Steve to stop, but Nat just had to jump in. “YEAH! AND IF THERE’S ANY DEMONS HERE, SHOW YOURSELVES! LET’S PARTYI DARE YOU TO GRAB ME! PULL MY HAIR! WIGGLE ME AROUND!” Steve collapsed into a fit of laughter, spurring Nat on even further. “COME PULL MY BONES OUTTA MY BODY! RIP MY HEART OUT!”

The room fell silent.

Everyone in the group waited for something- anything- to happen. Steve and Nat both hoped a fire would suddenly roar to life in the fireplace or an unseen force to drag them across the room, but nothing happened. “Okay, well, now that we got ‘em all riled up, let’s get exploring.” Steve turned on his heel and headed for the back bedroom, leaving the three of you behind. But three turned to two when Nat took off in the opposite direction to start her adventure in the kitchen.

Bucky, however, remained rooted in place. A cold sweat trickled down his spine and his pupils remained blown with fear as he stared down at you. “Don’t worry Buck, I’m gonna stay right here”, you squeezed his hand, “this isn’t an episode of Scooby Doo where we let fuckin’ Fred give us orders. He and Daphne can split up all they want, but this Velma is stayin’ by her Shaggy”.

And for the first time since arriving at the house, Bucky smiled. “Holy shit, Steve and Nat really are Fred and Daphne, aren’t they? Only, Steve doesn’t have an ascot and I don’t remember Daphne being so deadly…” The loud laugh that escaped your lips made Bucky smile. And with a gentle tug, you pulled him down the hall.

Bucky remained by your side, his fear rendering him eerily silent. “Hey, come on, this could be fun!” you pulled him into a random room and flipped on the light, “okay- let’s pretend we’re buying the house. What would you change about this room?” Bucky scanned the contents of the small room, eyeing the child-size bed and pink, floral wallpaper.

He thought long and hard about the question, picturing himself buying and remodeling a house with you. Just the thought of doing so brought a smile to his face, and any thought of the supernatural faded away. “Okay, um, I’d obviously get rid of all the kid stuff…maybe this would be your office? That way you don’t have to do your work at the kitchen table”.

He told you about the large, wooden desk he’d get for you and the tall bookshelves he’d line with your favorite novels. He imagined a comfortable armchair for reading and all kinds of art hanging on the walls; he built you the perfect space. “Damn. Now I wanna live here for real”, you leaned against his body, picturing the ideal, cozy room Bucky designed just for you- until a sound made you jump.

A distinct noise filled the room, like someone knocking on the wall. The three loud knocks sent a chill running down Bucky’s spine, until he heard Nat burst into laughter. “Gotcha!” she laughed at the shocked expression that colored your face and Bucky’s. “I was thinking we could order some pizza, I’m fucking hungry. You guys in?” You shared a glance with Bucky, the two of you experiencing the exact same thought- as you often did. “Um, you’re gonna order pizza? Here?” In no time at all, Steve appeared in the doorway, “did someone say pizza?”

With the four of you in the same room, the rest of the house should’ve remained silent- but an eerie scratching sound echoed through the room. “Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny, Nat”, Bucky rolled his eyes at her, but instantly clocked the confusion she wore. “That um, that wasn’t me”, she looked to Steve, “Rogers?” But Steve shook his head. A hush fell over the group as four pairs of ears strained for any other sounds, but nothing came.

“Um. Anyway…” Nat shook the eerie feeling from her mind, “it’s just a house- of course I’m gonna order pizza. I’m hungry”. Nat whipped out her phone and headed for the living room, placing an order for enough pizza to feed the enter 107th. But you and Bucky couldn’t believe how casual Nat was. There’d been such a clear indicator of something in the house, and all Nat could think about was deep dish from Romano’s.

Back in the living room, you laughed and joked with the group as everyone practically inhaled their food, and Bucky almost felt normal- until he heard an eerie sound. A loud ‘creeeeak‘ rattled down the hall and into the living room, pulling everyone’s attention.

Bucky instinctively inched closer to you, either to protect you or find reassurance for himself, as the sound faded out. “Okay, what the fuck was that?” Bucky stared down the dark hallway in the direction of the sound. He was definitely curious about the origin, but not so curious that he’d go searching for it. “Relax, Barnes”, Nat sighed, “this place is over a hundred years old- it’s got a lot of creaks and groans in it. You know, just like you”.

Steve quickly reminded her whose side she was on, and she apologized for the friendly fire with a less than sincere ‘sorryyyyyy’. “OH! I totally forgot, I wanted to give you guys a little history about the house!” She pushed her pizza aside and cleared her throat before diving into the house’s storied past, “Like I said, it was built in 1907 by a German guy, Bernard Schiefer. He lived here with his wife and their daughter, but the daughter died in the house when she was seven. People say she’s still hanging around here…”

“Oh, a little girl ghost?” Steve piped up, his mouth full of pizza, “Those are always the creepiest ones! I wonder if she’ll talk to us”.

“Well, she only speaks German. So unless you remember some Deutsch from your days fighting the Nazis, you’re shit outta luck”. Nat tried to continue to her story, only to be interrupted by Steve. “Hallo, mein name ist Steve Rogers”, he proudly proclaimed, shooting a wink at Nat. Everyone waited for an answer from the little girl’s ghost, but the room remained deathly silent.

Nat turned to Steve with narrowed eyes, “really? You spent all that time in Germany and all you can say is your name-”

“I was introducing myself! Some of us have manners, Natasha. I can say other stuff- just give me a second…” Steve searched his brain for the right thing to say, finally settling on a single word, “Flugzeug”.

“What does that mean…?” Nat eyed Steve, still unimpressed by his less than fluent German.

“Um. It means airplane”.

Nat rolled her eyes and let out a loud huff, slumping in her seat with plenty of dramatic flair, “airplane?! That’s all you can come up with!” She launched packets of parmesan cheese and red pepper flakes at him, forcing him to duck for cover. “Hey! Don’t give me that!” Steve raised his hands in surrender, “I was in Germany eighty years ago-I’m shocked I remembered that much!”

“ANYWAY, Steven. After her daughter died, Mrs. Schiefer refused to leave, and she died in the house six years later”. As Nat regaled the history of the house, Bucky felt his heartrate quickening. It took everything in him not to climb into your lap when Nat revealed that the house had served as a mortuary after Mr. Schiefer sold it in 1927- and he could’ve passed out when she told the group who bought the house in the 80’s.

“So then a cult bought the place when the mortuary closed- this was kinda their headquarters”.

Bucky slumped back into the couch cushions, groaning a dramatic “oh, perfect”. He’d been ready to leave the second the group arrived at the house, and the mention of a cult had him regretting ever stepping foot inside. You leaned your body against his, pressing a few soft kisses to his cheek. His cold, metal hand found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, finding solace in your touch. With you by his side, a newfound confidence surfaced inside him. He opened his mouth to tell Nat that it was time to go, but a sudden sound stopped him.

The loud crash of a large shelf falling from the wall rendered everyone silent. A cold sensation pricked at your skin as you stared at the decorative pieces that lay strewn across the ground as a result of the fall. No one was anywhere near that shelf, and even Steve struggled to come up with a logical explanation. You stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to reason his way out of the seemingly unexplainable phenomenon.

“Um, I know what you’re thinking, but this place is over a hundred years old!” Nat interjected, “I’m sure the walls are full of dry rot. And there has to be termite damage. It’s not a ghost!”. With another bite of pizza, she resumed her story as though nothing had happened.

“The cult was…dark. They definitely sacrificed animals down there… the inspector found a lot of weird stuff. And there’s some strange shit painted on the floor- like, symbols and stuff. And no one can cover it up or remove it- no matter how hard they try. Apparently, that’s how the demon ended up down there- all those sacrifices and rituals attracted some dark force that will never leave…” The room fell silent for a split second until Nat let out a loud laugh, “ya know, if that shit were real”.

As the weight of Nat’s story settled in, a feeling of uneasiness crept through the room. Even Steve felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of ritual sacrifice happening just one floor below his feet. But Nat remained unphased.

“So then my friends bought the place when the bank foreclosed on the cult! They didn’t know about all the weird stuff and just wanted to do some renovations to restore it to its former glory- but apparently that didn’t go so well”.

“What, um…what do you mean by that?” You knew you had to be strong for Bucky, but hiding the shakiness of your voice seemed impossible. “Apparently, ghosts don’t like when you fuck with their environment…” Nat smirked, “doors slammed, cold hands grabbed at peoples’ wrists, and the contractor swore he heard voices coming from the basement…”

Steve opened his mouth to make what would’ve been a smart-ass comment, but he changed his mind when the basement door suddenly flew open. “And what’s your explanation for that, huh?” Bucky pulled you closer to his side, “let me guess, the air conditioning blew it open?” Nat stared at the now-open basement door with wide eyes, her gaze drifting down the darkened stairs. “There’s um…” she finally said, “there isn’t any air conditioning…”

Without warning, Bucky sprang from his seat on the couch, “That’s it! We are not sleeping here tonight”. He hurriedly grabbed his bag and yours, slinging them over his shoulders and searching for the car keys. “We’re taking our shit and going home-” he held out a hand and beckoned for you to join him, but Nat didn’t give you the chance. “Wait, you can’t leave! We said we were gonna have a sleepover-”

“Sleepover cancelled! Make fun of me all you want. But I’m not staying here tonight. I’m taking my girlfriend home where she won’t get possessed by demons-”

“Come on, Buck”, Steve made it to his feet and crossed the room, clapping a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “at least stay till 3am…that’s the witching hour!” Bucky shook his head emphatically, rejecting Steve’s attempt at negotiation. “Well I’m happy that the witches get their own hour, but it is 9pm and I am not staying here six more hours”.

“Five hours?” Steve begged.

“No.”

“Four hours?”

“No!”

The room fell silent as Steve and Bucky remained locked in a standoff. Then suddenly,

“Three hours?” Nat chimed in.

“Oh my god- NO!” Bucky pinched at the bridge of his nose, overwhelmed by the ridiculous antics of his friends. “Did the two of you not see that shelf fall off the wall? Or the basement door fucking fly open? You know, the basement that contains a DEMON?!” Steve shot a look at Nat, his calm and collected façade crumbling ever so slightly- but Nat remained cool. “I mean, those are pretty small things. The house is old! I’m sure the frame of that door is super warped and that’s why it opened. No big deal. No reason to ruin our sleepover!”

She put a hand on the bags slung over Bucky’s shoulder, giving them a slight tug. “Come on, I don’t what you guys to leave. It won’t be as fun if you go- it’ll just be me and Rogers sitting around in a house without wifi-”

“Hey! Rude!” Steve called from across the room as he finished off his ninth piece of pizza, “I’m fun!” Nat rolled her eyes and directed her attention back to you and Bucky, her eyes pleading for you to stay. Bucky looked to you with guilty eyes, not sure what to do. He wanted to keep you away from all the ghosts and ghouls, but Nat seemed really disappointed that you were leaving. You gave him a little nod, assuring him it was okay to stay a bit longer. “Okay, fine. We’ll stay till midnight and then I’m taking my girl and we’re leaving. Deal?”

Nat gave Bucky a firm handshake and launched herself at you, enveloping you in a hug. You sometimes forgot what a softie she really was under her rough and tumble exterior, but moments like this always served as a reminder. “Alright, well if we only have a few hours, we better get to the fun stuff!” Nat shot across the room and dug through her bag, her hands finally emerging with a ouija board in hand. “Let’s talk to the spooks!”

She set the board and planchette on the coffee table before fishing a few candles and a box of matches from her duffel, “if we don’t have a séance, what’s the point of us even being here?” But Bucky refused. He was not about to invite any dark energy into his life, and asked you not to partake either- but you didn’t need much convincing. Nat practically begged Steve to join her in using the board, but as he wiped the pizza grease off his hands and outstretched them toward the planchette, he felt a chill prickle at his skin.

The planchette began moving on its own, unseen hands directing it in a few lazy circles. “Holy shit-” Nat leaned forward, watching the eerie phenomenon with wide eyes. But the speed picked up suddenly and directed the planchette in a wild figure eight pattern, forcing everyone to freeze with fear.

“We- we need to get the fuck out of here. Now”, Bucky grabbed your hand and led you outside, dropping the bags at your feet. He made you promise to stay outside before heading back in to grab Steve and pull Nat away from the Ouija board. And as you stood outside in the dark, waiting for Bucky to return, you couldn’t help but notice how eerie the house looked. It had appeared so cozy and inviting only a few hours ago, but the sharp shadows cast by the silver light of the moon made you uneasy. A heavy sigh of relief left your chest as Bucky, Nat, and Steve burst through the front door and joined you on the front lawn.

“You better have left that fucking Ouija board behind” you shot a pointed look at Nat, “we don’t need that shit following us back to the compound”. She gave you a small nod, her eyes still wide with disbelief. Steve and Bucky loaded the car hastily, eager to get away from the darkness that dwelled within the house. Bucky slid into the driver’s seat and threw a look your way- a look you knew to mean “we were right”. But he wasn’t about to rub the victory in Steve and Nat’s faces when Nat’s hands still shook with fear.

The drive home was quiet. The four of you reflected on the mind-blowing event you’d just witnessed, and Steve’s preconceived notions about the paranormal crumbled all around him. “Well, I guess we’ll never know if ghosts are real or not…” Nat suddenly said, “maybe we could go to another haunted house next weekend! I know there’s one upstate, and-”

“What do you mean?!” Bucky shouted, “we WATCHED planchette move ALL BY ITSELF! How is that not enough proof?” Nat just laughed and rolled her eyes as she pulled up the location of a different haunted house,“Ugh. Believers always swear that everything’s a ghost. Am I right?” She nudged Steve for some back up, but he remained silent.

“I mean, come on, Buck. Haven’t you ever heard of magnetic fields? Or uneven foundations? There’s plenty of logical ways to explain the planchette doing that-”

Bucky stared at you with disbelief, shaking his head in utter shock. “Okay, Nat. That’s fine,” you offered, “you don’t have to join Team Ghost…yet. We’ll hit another house next weekend and see how you feel then. Gotta get you a replacement Ouija board”. Nat’s confident smile wavered ever so slightly, signaling to you that she was closer to joining Team Ghost than you thought.

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dark-noctis · 3 years

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Favorite tropes/AUs list to inspire writers

I personally find these posts very helpful when I'm experiencing writer's block, which I currently am, so I thought why not do something like this in the hopes of getting inspired myself along the way. If your writing has any of these tropes, tag me. I want to see them so badly

Romance:

- Angry love confession but make it a bit more angsty: Character X risks their life to save character Y and they barely make it out alive. Cut to X waking up only to be greeted with an absolutely furious Y. They ask something in the context of why are you so mad at me, dumbfounded, but Y just yells because I love you

- Hurt/comfort is top notch for friends to lovers slow burn, to be honest. BUT it's before the relationship is established, and they're touching each other way too much, the line between friendship and something more intimate utterly blurred. The hug extends longer than it should, the one who's comforting the other strokes the other's hair in a way that can't be platonic, that type of shit. The pining and inner panic. Bonus if it's queer.

- Rivals/enemies to lovers and forced proximity. Either they're united under the same goal, locked away, or any other plot device you use to improve this. The slow burn and banter this trope serves is probably unmatched.

-Character X is bilingual. Before a particularly dangerous mission or the aftermath of a catastrophic event, Character X calls Character Y a word of endearment in their native tongue (could be love, darling or anything you wish really) and Y only understands what the word meant when they hear it with context days/weeks later. (Preferably enemies to lovers again)

- Okay this one is a personal favorite. Character X confesses their feelings for Character Y, truly believing that their love is unrequited. The dialogue goes something like Say that again / Don't mock me, please / You misunderstand. I am not mocking you, [name], I am asking the person I love to tell me they love me again.

- Characters X and Y had a really bad fight that ended in X saying they never want to see Y again. A few weeks/months/years later, Y goes to X, about to die, says that they wanted to see X one more time before dying then loses consciousness. Ultimately up to you if they die or not, but I love the angst either way.

-One MC being completely oblivious to the other one's jealousy. So fun to both write and read.

Character arcs & plot:

- Fantasy/sci-fi MC going BAMF. I don't care if there's romance for this or not, I just love it. Sheer show of power. Awestruck enemies. Aftermath that leaves the MC questioning their morality. God-tier.

- Already low-key morally grey protagonist slowly turning evil. Bonus points if it's in fantasy and their actions are grander than they could ever be in contemporary. Because let's face it, the sunshine friend becoming a cheater doesn't really do much, but a hero turning against the people who they would have sacrificed everything for mere months ago? Phenomenal.

- One MC being extremely hurt, bloody and bruised, knocking on the other MC's door, saying I didn't know where else to go and collapsing before the MC can even make sense of what's happening. Except that they're the most unlikely person —either a protagonist/antagonist, hero/villain or similar dynamic— they would ever go to, but MC has no other choice but to help. Not necessarily romantic, but that also works just as well. (Again, probably works best in fantasy. Apologies to my contemporary writers, I swear I'll do you good.)

- Usually emotionally distant character being really honest and vulnerable and loving when drunk. This isn't necessarily meant for romance, it can be a friendship, mentor/mentee bond, found family, or QPR. Anyway, the MC is vulnerable for the first time in front of the other(s) and they find it endearing, their bond naturally strengthening after whatever progresses.

- The private school friend group trope will never get old for me. Especially if they're overtly pretentious and elitist, and the whole book is just a mockery of that whilst still developing the plot & character arcs efficiently.

Some other things I love:

- Literary references. This usually appears in works with Dark Academia themes like The Secret History, but your work desn't necessarily have to be like that. Quotes in other languages, references to classics, quoting poetry.

- Mythology retellings. Bonus if it's something other than the Trojan War, there are rather a lot of books on it. (And I eat it up every time, what about it?) Doesn't have to be Greek Mythology, I love seeing more unique ones, especially Egyptian and Norse.

-Poetic language. This is more about the writer's style and the scene being written, but I love flowery language at times if it flows well and doesn't outshine the plot & characters.

AUs:

(This part is for my fanfiction writers. I adore you all. Anyway, getting to the point.)

- Modern Royalty AUs for historical dramas or period pieces. When I tell you that this AU is so good if you want to write forbidden romance and angst I mean it.

- It may be the biggest cliche ever, but I'm weak for coffee shop AUs. Sue me, but they're comforting. Amazing opportunity to write fluff, if you will.

-Can't go wrong with the aftermath of torture + hurt/comfort combination.

-Reincarnation AUs. Pretty self explanatory, I think. Bonus points if it's matched with a soulmate AU if you're writing romance and they fall in love in each life time.

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I love your writing. May I have Loki x Reader? The reader is a sweet, delicate dreamer. Loki has come to conquer the world. He saw her and wants her to become his Queen of Midgard. He kidnapped her. She pleads with him to let her go while she is tied to the bed. He caresses her hair and says she will love him (he doesn't want to use the scepter on her).

***Can I have White Reader x Loki, please? Loki just escaped from the Helicarrier. He saw the reader who is a sweet and innocent creature. Loki doesn't want her dead when he will start battle. Loki kidnaps her and locks her up to keep her safe. When he wins, Loki tells her that she will become his queen.***

Hi! I decided to combine the prompts and make the reader plus-sized. I hope you enjoy!

His Match

Pairing: Dark!Loki x Plus-Sized Female Reader

Summary: You’ve tried to live by your grandmother’s rule of being kind to others, even when the world gives you the middle finger. What if a Norse God decided reward you by becoming his Queen?

Word Count: 1,745

Rating: 18+/Mature

Warning: Kidnapping, Implied Dub/Non-Con, Angst, and some Violence

A/N: Thanks goes to the amazing @angrythingstarlight for beta reading this!

Loki was walking around New York City, scouting Stark Tower making sure the final preparations of his plan was perfect when something, or rather someone, caught his eye.

She walked out of what looked like a women’s clothing store with a forlorn smile. She was plumper than the average female Midgardian last time he frequented the realm. His eyes did not miss the enticing curves that lied beneath her clothes despite her efforts to ensconce herself into the background.

She was a vision.

Her eyes met his for the briefest of moments and it felt like time stopped. His heart quickened in his chest and a rush of blood surged to his groin.

He had to follow her. His Elskan.

“Barton, tell the others I’ll be out for a few more hours. Proceed as planned.”

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He found you entering a rather destitute apartment complex. Its lights and foundation were a bit unsound and gave off a seedy ambience.

Loki grimaced at her living conditions. When he ruled Midgard, she would have only the best.

Casting a simple concealment spell, Loki entered her fairly small apartment. She began mixing ingredients together for what looked to be ‘chocolate chip cookies’. He smiled as he inhaled the sweet aroma knowingly; Asgard had only recently started consuming the sweet. She soon laid out a batch of thick, scrumptious cookies with a satisfied expression.

They reminded him of better times when he and Thor would sneak into the kitchens and swipe confections from under the baker’s nose. Loki chuckled at the memory; those were the days.

Not ten minutes after she placed the last cookie onto the cooling rack did her phone ring. It was her mother. Loki felt dread coming off his Elskan in waves.

Loki could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation, if you could call it that. Her mother constantly nagged her about her weight, life choices, and her ‘pathetic’ attempts to get over her ex-boyfriend. His heart broke as he saw tears begin to fall and the croaking of her voice as she bid the odious creature goodnight.

Several minutes after she cried herself to sleep, Loki entered his Elskan’s bedroom. He spied her diary on the nightstand and decided to read a few pages.

He was fuming within two minutes.

How dare that caustic pig sow treat his Elskan, her own daughter, in a such ghastly manner! Her ‘perfect’ sister always slighting and reminding her on how ‘she’ll never be good enough for anything’ and her father’s callous indifference to her cries for help and solace only added to his rage. Combined with the way her ex-boyfriend, the repugnant gnat, treated her (he cheated on her with someone who ‘wasn’t built like a blimp’ and ‘the only thing you thing you had going for you were your tits’) and he wanted to speed up the invasion just to watch the horror become engrained onto their faces.

And yet, she endeavored to treat everyone with kindness harkening back to your grandmother. She strived to be the one light in one’s otherwise miserable existence.

Well, she can be his light as his Elskan and Queen.

Loki took a deep, cleansing breath. He needed to stick to the plan. When he conquers Midgard, she will be their queen. She will grace the undeserving masses with her elegance and beauty and he will worship her every chance he got.

He just had to make her see it that way.

Gently, the light forest green glow of Loki's magic flowed from his hand to the crown of her head like a halo. He leaned in and kissed her cheek with a smile as he left.

He hated to leave her, but he had a realm to conquer. Though he hoped she’d enjoy the introductory gift.

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You were in your grandmother’s living room; spacious yet comfy with all of her quirkiness and splendor included. It was odd since you haven’t been in her house since your parents sold after her death seven years ago. You tearfully smiled remembering all the good times you had with her, the only member of your family you gave you any true warmth or love.

Her piano was in the corner, barely aged a day with all the music sheets, pens, a light scratches you came to know and love. You took your seat and started to play the piano version of one of your favorite movie themes.

You were so engrossed in playing, you failed to notice someone materializing into your dreamscape.

“What a lovely tune! What is it called?” A smooth, honey-tinged voice broke your concentration.

You turned your head and saw what had to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. He was tall (6’ 10” / 2.08m) easily towering over any man you’ve ever met. He had smooth alabaster skin, light rose undertones with a little blue-red just under his eyes. His cheekbones were immaculate, somehow looked sharp and soft at the same time. He had thin lips with a fair plumpness to the bottom one. His slicked-back, shoulder-length Ponzu/Shadow Purple hair kissed his lean, battle-hardened physique (if the way he’s filling out his outfit was anyway to go by). All of this deliciousness was clothed in a casual Palm Green suit with a Glossy Black tie and shoes.

It took you a full minute to stop ogling him, “Wha-What did you say?”

“I apologize for disturbing you, my lady. I asked what you were playing.” His voice had hints of mirth which was odd considering his appearance. Most people in his league would give you a thinly veiled sneer of disgust, but he seemed genuinely interested.

“Um, well, it’s called Merry-Go-Round of Life from the movie Howl’s Moving Castle. It’s a favorite of mine. I used to play it all the time until…” You trailed off, not wanting to revisit how your grandmother died.

“You do not have to tell me if it brings you such displeasure.”

“Thank you, um…”

“Loki. Please, call me Loki.”

“Loki,” he inwardly moaned at the way you said his name, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Please, continue playing.”

And you did for what felt like hours, all while your sexy dream companion asked about your hopes, dreams, anything he could think of really. You in turn asked him about his life and interests; you even laughed at a story of his brother having to dress like a bride to get his hammer back.

You soon became enamored with Loki. It was refreshing to be noticed with actual interest, not ridicule or pity. He seemed to taken with you as well, if his gentle caresses and not-so-subtle lustful glances he gave you were any indication.

You were glad this was just a dream. You didn’t want your heart to break like last time.

Loki was about to lean in for a kiss when everything faded to black.

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You jolted up from the mattress and screamed once you realized you weren’t in your room.

No, this room was…spectacular for lack of better word. It had high ceilings, large windows, ornate chandeliers, and magnificent balcony. Luxurious dark greens, gold, and black covered the room in splendor. Extravagant pieces of furniture dripped with precious stones metal worthy of queens or royal mistresses of old.

“What is this place?”

You tried to leave but was forced back onto the bed by a force field. You tried to take calm breaths just like your therapist taught you in order to make an escape plan.

No sooner did you calm down than the door open to reveal-

“Loki!”

Only Loki was wearing radically different clothing; looked like he walked right out of a fantasy epic. And yet, his smile was enchanting.

“What am I doing here? I need to go back home.”

He tutted in response, “That would not be wise, Elskan Mín. This world is mine now and this is safest place to be.” He was right. His brother’s team of desperate souls were no match for his cunning and Chitauri Forces. Midgard’s pathetic leaders gave up in less than an hour once their beloved ‘heroes’ were defeated, broken, and laid bare before them.

“You can’t be serious, Loki. I need to leave.”

“And go where? Like I said, this realm is mine now. That rat poison of a dwelling is no more and I have dealt with your ‘family’ as needed.” Loki smirked at the memories. It gave him extreme joy squeezing the life out of that worthless pig of mother, breaking every bone in your father’s body one by one, and leaving your ‘perfect’ sister alive with partially rotten skin. Not even the scavengers or maggots would find or want the remains of the scurvy insect of an ex-boyfriend, though he was still alive..just barely.

Well, at least until he decided on how to destroy the blight of creature.

Though he did make sure to leave two of your real friend were treated well. You needed to have someone to talk to while he was away.

You gazed into his Spearmint colored eyes in one last attempt, “Please Loki! If you love me, you’ll let me go!”

For a split second, you could’ve sworn you saw hurt in his eyes and he glided across the room. You back hit the headboard in you sad efforts to get away from him.

“Elskan Mín, I promise to always love, cherish, and worship every part of your glorious body. You will become Midgard’s queen and my goddess. No. One. Will. Ever. Demean. Or. Slight. You. Again.” he punctuated each word of the last sentence with soft, open-mouthed kisses to your face, neck, shoulders, and collarbone.

You tried to fight him, but it felt so good. His touches sent shots of lightning to your core; plus his lips and fingers were cook to the touch provided excellent contrast to the spike in heat.

You started crying realizing how pathetic this was, to have the first person to profess such feelings be a kidnapper. You were actually contemplating whether or not he was telling the truth.

Loki sensed your sorrow and kissed your tears away. “I know this might be ‘difficult’ at first, but you will love me in time.” He hoped he did not have to use the scepter.

You thought about your dream and all of the effort he was putting into this. It was frightening, but it came from a place of love.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay.

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dailylogyn · 3 years

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Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the Marvel Comics

Photo Source (by Sexy-Salmon): https://lokisergi.tumblr.com/post/70164902295/siege-loki-problems-it-almost-looks-innocent

Other Logyn Meta’s: https://dailylogyn.tumblr.com/tagged/logyn-meta

Did you know Sigyn was in the Marvel Comics long ago? Did you know Loki had a wife?

Oh...that’s probably because Marvel wanted you to forget their terrible writing mistakes concerning this great Norse Couple.

Let’s dive into this exploration of history where the Marvel writers realized they fucked up on telling a perfectly good couples story, and in the process, setting off a spark of rebellion that caused some retconning and a group of fans to demand justice for both Loki & Sigyn -- not just as a couple, but as their own individual beings.

#JusticeforSigyn #JusticeforLoki #JusticeforLogyn

Where it First Began (Meeting & Marriage of Lies):

In September of 1978, Thor #275 came out featuring the first appearance of Sigyn, Loki’s wife from Norse Mythology. She was introduced as a beautiful Asgardian Loki had randomly come across while looking into a crystal ball inside his castle, wanting to find some companionship to fill his loneliness.

However, when Loki came with riches and jewels to offer her in exchange for her hand in marriage, Sigyn outright rejected him, stating she would never take someone as vile as him, even stating she was already engaged to an Asgardian Warrior part of Odin’s guard -- Theoric.

Unable to accept this, Loki came up with a plan to have her fiancee killed during a mission, resulting in the Trickster taking on the disguise of Theoric in order to take Sigyn for his own. Despite having slightly suspicions of her lover being more romantic than before, Sigyn didn't notice that her lover wasn’t exactly who she thought he was.

Now comes the day of the wedding as Odin marries the happy couple. This was when Loki finally revealed his true self and what he had done. Odin tried to null the marriage, but it was against Asgardian law for even the High Father to do such a thing. Hence, Sigyn accepted her fate as Loki’s wife. This caused Odin to name her the Goddess of Fidelity.

Where it’s Heading (Cargo of Incantation-Fetter’s Arms):

Loki being Loki, he did some shit that ended up with him being imprisoned in a tree by Odin, something that infuriated Sigyn, resulting in her trying to take control over Donald Blake to use over the All-Father as a way to free her husband from his punishment. However, it didn’t work out, resulting in a bunch of other crazy shit happening and putting Thor on their trail.

After Balder was killed, Loki was put on trials for his crimes and received yet another punishment that Sigyn had to protect him from -- having burden over the fact she was “the evil’s wife.” Just like the classic Norse tale, she holds a bowl over his head, shielding him from snake venom and leaving to empty it momentarily when it became full, resulting in Loki cursing her.

Also, Loki and Sigyn had a child -- Narvi, but they died young, being used as the binding to imprison Loki (following the Norse myth too.)

Some more crazy shit happens and now Odin has shackled Loki to Sigyn so he doesn’t cause anymore trouble. Loki of course is not pleased about this one bit. Having had enough of this, he went to Odin demanding to be released, only resulting in him being banished to an outpost.

There Just Might be Hope????:

Some more shit happens again, resulting in Loki being stuck in an astral form and bound to a suit of armor so he could reside in Asgard thanks to Sigyn. A fight happens with Thor, Loki and Mephisto, putting Sigyn in danger. This is when for the first time ever, Loki ends up having a tender confession of love over Sigyn, asking Thor to save her since he could not.

It’s unknown if this is just Loki putting on an act or being real, but you know how the Trickster God can be.

After the battle, while Loki had released Sigyn from her marital vows, his wife swore to always be there for him when he needed her.

And that’s the last we see of Sigyn’s regular appearance in the comics in 1996. She makes a cameo in Avengers: Unleashed #1 in 2019, but it’s nothing more than a flashback to her time of helping Loki.

A Hypothesis & Notes on their relationship in comics:

The whole entire plotline consisting of Theoric and Loki killing him in order to obtain Sigyn is just something most of the fandom doesn’t like. Not only does it objectify Sigyn, but it makes Theoric a Pointless character to introduce anyway, only used as a tool for means in which Loki can get Sigyn, when honestly, he could have done so in a different way.

I like that they stick with Sigyn being the faithful wife of Loki (that’s who she is), but they honestly don’t give her any agency in this besides that trait alone. The writers don’t even let Sigyn be her own damn person! She is SO MUCH MORE than Loki’s loyal wife. SHE IS A FREAKIN GODDESS! I know there is more we can do with her.

Instead of pulling the ‘woe is me, my husband is evil and I’ll just go along with it’ card, something else could have been done. LIKE LITERALLY, ANYTHING ELSE! We know Loki can be a troublemaker, but Sigyn knows how to deal with his shit. She isn’t some damsel in distress here! It’s another reason Loki likes her.

Couples can bicker in times, it’s normal in marriages and relationships, but to have Loki whining about how much of a burden Sigyn is is just....WHY? I mean, you went after the woman and killed another guy for her. This is what you wanted! *shakes head at writers*

I will give them kudos though for some of the stuff near the end when Loki actually starts displaying his true feelings of love towards Sigyn. And sadly we only got a little taste of that...and we aren’t even sure if it was an act or Loki being real.

THE FACT THAT SIGYN ISN’T EVEN IN THE COMICS ANYMORE SINCE 1996. She’s only mentioned, but it’s just as a tale, not as an actual person who USED to be his wife. They literally killed her off. EXCUSE ME! #JusticeforSigyn (We’re still waiting for her in the MCU...)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY TIE-INS:

There were some moments in the comics between them that they writers took from Norse Mythology with them. Thought It’d be important to list.

Loki’s Punishment of snake venom dripping onto him while Sigyn holds a bowl to collect it and shield him.

Narvi being Loki & Sigyn’s son who was killed and his insides used to bind Loki for his punishment.

Sigyn being Loki’s wife.

DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT CHARACTERIZATION:

As is the case with everything out there, if you have different writers working on the same project, there is bound to be a difference of characterization and interpretation, resulting in OOC moments or just something completely different altogether. After researching and pondering on this subject, I FULLY believe this is what has happened with Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the comics. Let’s take a look at the evidence I’ve found:

For the comics Sigyn’s creators were Roy Thomas, John Buscema and Tom Palmer.

Loki’s creators for the comics were Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Jack Kirby, Violet Barclay, and honestly, many others.

My favorite quotes on them from the comics:

Wait? Despite the crappy writing, I actually have quotes I like from the comics? GASP! I call these the only positives from the comics of their relationship.

“My Sigyn-- the love of my immortal life...” — Loki, Thor Annual Vol 1 #19

“Aye-- For only Sigyn, of all in the realm eternal, feels love for Loki. And among all Asgardians, only for Sigyn does Loki feel...” — Loki, Thor Annual #19

“Sigyn loves me-- just as she is the only thing in the nine worlds that I truly love.”— Loki, Thor #483

Photo Source: https://www.zerochan.net/1262293#full

Fandoms Wish for MCU & Future Appearance Justice:

Fans would like to see Sigyn make an appearance, not only in the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe), but also the Marvel Comics once again. They would like to see Loki & Sigyn’s characters done justice with proper writing, especially regarding their relationship with each other.

This is why there is plenty of fans out there writing Fanfiction, making Fanart, Roleplaying and even Cosplaying them, giving their interpretation’s of what their relationship would be like. This is THE VERY REASON this blog and @sigynappreciation was created to help spread awareness and unite fans who feel the same way.

These characters are very near and dear to our hearts. Some of us even worship them in our religions. We would like to see their relationship grow and portrayed in a way that helps fill the pieces of the missing puzzle to how they came to be in Norse Mythology.

CONCLUSION:

Although their relationship in the comics usually leaves fans grimacing, at least we got to have it explored. Who knows if Marvel will ever touch anything with them ever again, but at least it’s brought together a small community that continues to go strong -- and honestly, that kind of unity is what Loki & Sigyn would want.

So imagine to your hearts content! Draw that fanart! Write those fanfictions! Dress up in that cosplay! Be those characters! But just remember, you have a family here to love and support you.

SOURCES:

Sigyn’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Sigyn_(Earth-616)

Loki’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Loki_Laufeyson_(Earth-616)

Sigyn on Marvel Universe: http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/sigynthor.htm

Logyn on the Shipping Wiki: https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Logyn

Loki & Sigyn’s relationship through Media: https://www.alehorn.com/blogs/blog/norse-mythology-loki-and-sigyn

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aurorawest · 3 years

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GUYS LOKI SPOKE LATIN HE SPOKE FUCKING LATIN AHHHHH AND HE DID THE CORRECT PRONUNCIATION

This is like one of my favorite random head canons (I mean obvs he can speak any language because of Allspeak but the fact that they had him actually speak Latin in the show is killllllling meeeee). Check it out:

The Real Asgardians of the Galaxy:

When Strange had gotten wind of this, he’d said, “Learning new things—definitely your MO.” When Loki had looked at him questioningly—because his Allspeak had failed him on that, Strange had said. “Modus operandi? Latin?” But Loki had shrugged. Strange had disappeared for a few minutes without a word, which was unusual for him.

When he reappeared in the study, he dropped several books on the end table next to Loki. “Latin,” he’d repeated. “I learned it for pre-med. Enjoy.”

Afterimage:

“Yeah,” Strange said. “That’s when you enjoy someone’s company. You also care about their wellbeing. Ergo—”

“Latin,” Loki murmured.

A grin flickered over Strange’s face. “Ergo, I genuinely want to help you. If you decide to come back to Earth.”

and

There was a frustrated look on Strange’s face. “You’re the one with the spaceship. I hate to tell you this, but the New York DMV doesn’t cover spaceships in driver’s ed—and anyway, my license is expired. You maybe want to explain what the big deal is? A few minutes ago you were telling me about all these great things I’ve done for you, and now you’re cursing me out in Asgardian.”

“English, Latin, Kree, and Xandarian, as well, if you must know,” Loki shot back.

Life on Earth:

With a grin, Strange said, “Just luck, Odinson.” Luck. Right. Loki rolled his eyes. “Also,” Strange added, “I hate to ruin the mystique, but we happen to have run into each other in two major cities that are also home to Sanctums.”

“Shouldn’t that be Sanc-ta?” Loki asked.

Looking like he was trying not to laugh, Strange said, “Guess you haven’t forgotten that Latin yet.”

It was impossible to keep a smile from twitching at his own mouth. Loki didn’t deny his affinity for languages.

The General Mess and Imprecision of Feeling:

“Mm,” Loki said distractedly, paging through the book, his eyes scanning the words. It was a field guide to the native flowers of Asgard. The sort of thing he never would have touched before Ragnarok, but which now seemed more precious than all the gold in all the Realms.

“That’s the best one,” Strange said. There was a note in his voice that Loki couldn’t quite read. “But there are a couple more that look like they came from Asgard—one about Alfheim, and a few from Earth that I just thought might pique your interest. Oh, and Catullus. So you can practice your Latin.”

And a mention of it in a ‘deleted scene’ from Sleight of Hand:

There’s another person in the universe who understands dying more than once and improbably surviving. He’s 6’2, from another planet, generally considered to be a Norse god, and is currently sitting in the Sanctum’s kitchen with a cup of tea and a book. It’s Wheelock’s Latin; Stephen can identify it even from a distance, and Loki Odinson, God of Mischief, is reading it, his nose wrinkled delicately, his eyes flicking back and forth, his lips occasionally parting to mouth a word or a phrase. One lock of his hair loose and falling over his face, his long fingers marking his spot on the page, his tunic loose enough that the neckline gaps in the front so that Stephen can see the graceful line of his bare shoulder and chest before it fades into the shadows under his clothing.

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thearoacewriter · 4 years

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so I was thinking about how lucky it was that Neil survived Baltimore and I thought it was kinda like someone put a protection charm on him bc Stuart showed up at the exact right time. then I was like “okay who out of all the foxes would be a witch?” and it hit me duh it would definitely be Andrew so here’s my pagan Andrew hc

It started with his interest in greek mythology. One of his foster homes had a massive library that caught his attention. Of course, he wasn’t there for long— Andrew never stayed at a home for more than a few weeks— so, along with a volume of the collected works of Shakespeare, he stole a book on Greek and Roman mythology.

He got through that book relatively quickly and wanted to know more. At first, he wanted to read about more obscure Greek myths, but when he went to Barnes & Noble (because he would never steal from an independent bookstore) a book about Norse mythology caught his eye.

He read up on as many different mythologies as he could find. Once he moved in with the Spears, Cass bought him all the mythology books he wanted, though Andrew never asked for them. She’d noticed the couple of books he lugged around and decided to buy him some more. Andrew never said thank you, but Cass knew he appreciated them because, within days, there’d be a million tabs sticking out of them.

It all stopped once Andrew went away to Juvie. The library they had there was just sad. They had one book on Greek myth and it was all of the basics that Andrew had already read a million times over.

Andrew hated his uncle as soon as he saw him. He hated Tilda even more. Tilda wasn’t really religious, but his uncle and aunt sure were. It was hard to piss off Tilda since she barely gave two shits about him, but he needed to take his anger out on someone. That left his aunt and uncle. They were the ones who put him in this situation in the first place. They were the ones who let Aaron stay here and get hurt. They were to blame for this as well.

Andrew didn’t believe in God. He never did. Not even when one of his first foster houses forced the kids to go to church every sunday. He was small and impressionable then, but the foster house before that one had made him lose any hope that there might be a God watching over him and keeping him safe.

During his time reading about different deities, he found out that people still worshipped them. Pagans. Witches. Wiccans. They worked with and worshipped the old gods. That had caught Andrew’s attention, but he learned about it just before juvie so he never had a chance to look more into it.

Now he did. He knew being a witch would piss Luther off more than anything. Luther had been trying to lead Andrew down a spiritual path, but Andrew wasn’t having any of it. He looked into witchcraft, bought a bunch of books on it. He learned the basics first: protection spells, what different crystals did, the wheel of the year. He started to practice reading tarot cards and even got a pendulum.

Andrew was obnoxious about his practice around Luther and Maria. They told him that he could be saved if he converted, that witchcraft was the will of the Devil. Andrew told him what he learned about Lucifer as an entity and how he was completely different from the Devil. He told them that Pagan’s didn’t believe in hell. “How can I fear damnation if I don’t believe in it?”

The more he practiced the more he believed. His tarot reading came up right every single time. His spells started to work too. At first, it was just little things like luck for a test in school or motivation to finish an essay. He got more confident in his spells, using them to help the people he cared about more than on himself. He cast a luck spell on Nicky after he heard about what his parents were doing to him when they found out he was gay. Soon after, he went to study abroad in Germany. He found someone who helped him out of the hole he’d been in.

Months past, Tilda was still hurting Aaron. Andrew had threatened her to keep his hands off him many times, but she wouldn’t listen. The plan took a little while to formulate, but once he was ready, he cast his first hex. It exhausted him. He felt like he’d played a full game of exy. Though he knew he had to keep going. He’d casted a protection spell on himself before the hex, but he needed an even stronger one if he was going to survive what he was about to do.

He was tired, but determined. Aaron was pretending to be him somewhere else at the moment, so he had to pretend to be Aaron. He wasn’t worried that Tilda could tell the difference. They’d done this a few times before and Tilda never suspected a thing.

The car crashed. Tilda died. Andrew lived, somewhat unscathed.

Nicky came back from Germany when he heard. Andrew kept practicing. He celebrated the Sabbats, oftentimes Nicky would join him even though he was Christian. He didn’t want Andrew to have to celebrate alone. Sometimes, he’d even get Aaron to join in.

When Kevin came into the picture, he started casting protection spells on him. He’d place crystals in his pockets to help with his arm and anxiety. He’d draw sigils in the back of Kevin’s notebooks.

He put a hex on Riko the minute he found out he broke Kevin’s arm. Those worked well enough in the end.

He looked into truth spells once Neil Josten came to Palmetto, though he never used any of them. He’d never do a spell that took away anyone’s free will. Hermes, his patron, wouldn’t approve anyway.

He missed Yule while he was at Easthaven. He couldn’t do anything for it besides meditate and try to communicate with his deities in astral. He was good enough at casting protection charms on himself without any materials, but not so good at astral projecting.

Once he got out, he placed some protection spells on Neil too. He didn’t want to admit it, but now that he was sober, he couldn’t blame the feelings he had for Neil on his meds. He wanted to keep Neil safe. It was part of their deal, sure, but he also did it to feel less like something was going to jump out and grab Neil at any second.

He cleansed his dorm for Imbolc. Aaron and Nicky were used to Andrew spritzing rain water everywhere on the first of February. Kevin looked at him funny as he came out of his room, but didn’t say anything. Just like he didn’t say anything about the crystals and sigils.

His tarot reading for Imbolc said he would open up more. He thought he’d read his cards wrong, but his clarifiers confirmed it. He thought it was bullshit until Eden’s. “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.” It kept happening as Neil followed him to the roof more and more often. Then, they kissed. Andrew wanted Neil to push him away, to tell him no, but he wouldn’t.

They kept messing around. Andrew kept slipping crystals into Neil’s pockets. He even made him a tiger’s eye keychain since Andrew knew Neil always had his keys on him. He knew how important keys were to Neil, so he knew he’d never lose them.

That is until their match against the Bearcats. The riot after the game caused Andrew to go after Aaron and Kevin. He wanted to go after Neil first, but he remembered that they broke their deal. He forced himself to look away from Neil. He assured himself that Neil was safe. He had his tiger’s eye keychain. He had the protection spell Andrew always casts before they leave for away games.

Though, when they all got on the bus, Neil was nowhere to be found. He went back out and only came up with Neil’s duffle bag. He dug through it and found his keys tucked inside. Andrew started to panic, though he didn’t show it. He forced some answers out of Kevin and they were on their way to Baltimore.

Andrew sat in his usual seat. He was the most fidgety he’d ever been since getting off his meds. He couldn’t cast any protection spells since he didn’t have the right supplies, but he did hold onto Neil’s tiger’s eye and prayed to Hermes to keep Neil safe.

He didn’t quite understand what happened until Neil explained everything. The thing about magick was that it was unpredictable. When Andrew found out that Neil’s father was still alive, he wanted a way to keep him away from Neil permanently. He couldn’t find the right hex to use, so he tried to manifest his death instead. Manifestation is tricky. If you’re not extremely specific, there’s no telling how it’d play out.

His protection spells had worked to an extent, it’s just that his manifestation worked more. Neil was saved at the last second by his uncle, but he still had major wounds. Nathan Wesninski was dead at least, though that didn’t stop Andrew from blaming himself for not being more thorough.

After Neil’s arms healed a bit and after Neil started wearing the armbands Andrew got him, Andrew would draw protection sigils on his arms while they were sitting on the roof. They were covered during the day, most of the time Neil just sweated them off, but Neil swooned every time Andrew did it. It was a sign that he cared, truly cared, about Neil.

Additionally, Sir is Andrew’s familiar. Don’t ask me why it’s not King because idk it’s just the vibe

Also eventually Neil starts giving Andrew things he finds on his hikes because Neil’s a little goblin boy and he knows that Andrew could use some of the things in rituals or as offerings

They also do a handfasting ritual on the Beltane after they get married. They got married mostly because Andrew didn’t want to have to fight with the nurses to let him see Neil if he got hurt or vice versa. Weddings don’t have value to Andrew, but handfasting rituals do, so they did one in this meadow they like to go to sometimes and had a picnic afterward

anyway I like projecting onto my favorite characters so thanks for letting me indulge i would very much like Andrew to celebrate the sabbats with me. I’m a kitchen witch, he likes sweets, it’s the perfect combination

#all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #andrew minyard #neil josten #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #kevin day #andreil #my writing

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 3 years

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Show and Tell

Summary: Thor meets Reader, who is a Child of Zeus. There’s a bit of tension and showing off but in the end, they bond over a certain thing in common.

TW/CW: Spoilers for Trials of Apollo: The Burning Maze after the gif towards the end, Thor Odinson x Child of Zeus!Reader, a couple swear words.

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 1,100

A/N: For the purposes of this imagine, Nat came back when Steve returned the Soul Stone. Also, there’s spoilers for Trials of Apollo: The Burning Maze towards the end so proceed with caution. If you don’t want to read the spoiler then don’t read past the gif towards the end. Anyways, writing this made me want to go reread all the PJO, HOO, and TOA books lol. As always, love to all, and the Requests are Open!

[You can read past this gif lol just not the next one also this is beautiful artwork!]

Your POV

As I followed Nat out to the middle of the yard, I wondered yet again why Fury thought this the best place for me. When I asked him to put me somewhere useful, I expected something bigger and more bustling than a quiet compound in upstate New York. Although, at least this way I’m not too far from camp. Sure, it’s still an hour away but it’s closer than I had expected. The sunlight glints off the windows of the compound and the cloudless blue sky stretches forever in all directions as we finally reach the small group of heroes awaiting our arrival.

Introductions are made and then Nat opens the floor for any questions, comments, or concerns. Sam is the only one with something to say, “You don’t look like the child of Zeus. You look like the emo kid that sits at the back of Peter’s science class.” I look down at my black oversized hoodie, ripped skinny jeans, and combat boots and realize he’s right but I’m too comfy in this outfit to change right now so instead, I prove my power by stretching out my hand and making a motion like I’m yanking something out of the sky which summons a lightning bolt.

With a satisfied grin on my face and a shocked expression on his I respond, “You should see how my cousin Nico dresses if you think this is emo.”

A loud blast comes from behind me and I hear Nat swear, “Shit, he isn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.” We both turn to find the Norse god of lightning, Thor, walking our way. Interested I wait as he approaches, “Ah you must be a friend of the man of spiders. How are you today?”

Raising an eyebrow, I give Nat a look. She gives me an apologetic look, “Sorry, I didn’t exactly tell him you were coming yet. It’s not easy to figure out how to mesh two cultures.”

I laugh softly, “Don’t worry. I understand how tough it can be. We had to figure out how to get along with the roman kids. I’m sure this will be no different.”

“I’m sorry. I’m missing something here,” Thor interrupts.

“Thor, this is (Y/N) child of Zeus. (Y/N), I’m sure you’ve already figured out that this is Thor, Norse god of lightning,” Nat introduces.

I look up at Thor as he glares down at me, “Surely, a young child like you does not possess the power of Zeus.”

I roll my eyes and go to summon another lightning blast but Nat stops me, “Easy on the frying. Between the two of you, Tony is already rolling in his grave about the state of the lawn.”

I sigh, “Fine, but why do people keep doubting me? If it were Jason instead of me, they wouldn’t doubt him for a second,” I say the last part more to myself than anyone else. Thor shifts on his feet and drops the hilt of his battle axe to the ground and props himself up on it with an amused grin plastered across his face. I raise an eyebrow, “I have one of those too you know.” With his look of doubt, I reach into the pocket of my jeans and take out a black drachma. I show it to Thor before tossing it into the air and catching the hilt of my sword as it comes down. Frustrated, I throw it back into the air, “Why do you always come up heads first?” Once the coin falls back into my hand, I toss it back up and this time I catch the hilt of my battle axe, and swing it around to rest it on my shoulders.

“Mine was forged in the heart of a dying star and made of Uru. What about yours?” he asks with a hint of pride in his voice.

“This was mined and forged in the Underworld and cooled in the River Styx. It’s Stygian Iron. You can say I’m Uncle Hades’ favorite niece,” I answer with my own bit of pride showing through. At this, Thor tosses his axe off to the side and it instantly returns to his hand. I do the same with mine and it returns just as quickly. Thor gives me an impressed look before summoning just enough of the Bifrost for me to see it. I shrug, “Unfortunately, mine doesn’t do that. I need to talk to Hermes and Iris about getting one though. It would make traveling so much easier.”

Our little show and tell session is interrupted as Nat’s phone chimes. She looks at it and then at me, “You ready for a fight or do you want to sit this one out?”

I look up at the sky and then at the ground and shrug. I summon another lightning blast but this one hits me and transforms my relaxed attire into battle armor. I look back at Nat, “I’m always ready for a fight.”

The show and tell didn’t stop there. It seemed Thor was constantly showing off during the battle and I’ll admit, I was too. I was eager to show off my abilities and prove myself worthy of fighting amongst these heroes. I’d never gotten the chance to before like my younger brother and so many of his friends. With this new team, I was hoping to make my father proud but that’s a tough job to do.

[SPOILERS FOR TRIALS OF APOLLO: THE BURNING MAZE ARE AFTER THIS GIF, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Also, this gif is so freaking cute!]

The battle has been won now and we are heading back to the compound on the quinjet. Thor takes a seat beside me, “You mentioned a Jason earlier. I was just wondering who that is.”

I sigh, “Technically, he was my younger brother, except he’s Roman and I’m Greek. He and a bunch of his friends battled all kinds of monsters and because of it, my father expects more of me. He died in battle.”

“I had a younger brother too. He was a lot like you. He was always trying to prove himself to our father,” Thor says.

“What happened to him?” I ask.

“He died in an attempt to kill the mad titan Thanos. It is a very long story,” he says, looking down at the floor.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up any terrible memories.”

“It is alright. We will meet again one day in Valhalla.”

I nod, “I hope to see Jason in Elysium one day but I have to earn it first.”

“You’re not so bad child of Zeus,” he says nudging my shoulder.

“Neither are you son of Odin,” I respond with a laugh.

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metvmorqhoses · 3 years

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i kinda accept as canon that you watch loki (you do, right?) and i sure as hell want to know what you think it's gonna happen tomorrow in the finale! if i'm mistaken sorry i bothered lol

of course i watch loki, dear anon :) you are absolutely not mistaken. he used to be my favorite marvel character (along with hela), until the characterization kinda took a caricaturing path to the point the most interesting villain of that universe kinda turned into a (very darling tbh) kind of clown with glorious purposes - which is loosely the thing we are witnessing now in the series, aren't we?

it pains me because every single time (and not only with marvel and disney), when having to deal with really complex, groundbreaking personalities, the choice of literally every single production is to mask abysmality and revolution with buffoonery - loki, lucifer, sabrina's lucifer, the list goes on and on. these characters, impossible to label, literally transuding potential, depth, beauty, horror, chaos, are reduced to comforting domesticity for the sake of a predefined general sense of fake "decency". and this never ceases to let me down, no matter if i understand the safe, commercial kind of reasoning behind it.

that's the reason why i wasn't expecting much out of this series, because loki's character is too much to be possibly dealt with in a serious way on nowadays television. defined genders, sexuality and morals mean nothing to him. he is in wild revolt against every possible society construct. in norse mythology, loki is a male god who turned into a mare to be impregnated by a divine stallion, giving birth to odin's mythical eight-legged horse. he literally fathered the three main beings responsible for ragnarok (the doomsday of the gods and everything along with them) and he himself starts the end of all things, because he's the literal representation of chaos. he is the very embodiment of shock, and of course no one is willing to take the moral responsibility to actually be true to him in a serious way, a way that would probably result alarming to most and therefore problematic to producers.

that's the reason why i was riveted and surprised when, seeing the other loki was a female version of him, i immediately understood the most interesting soulmates/narcissistic/revolutionary implication such a relationship had the potential to develop and dared to hope they would explore it in a worthy way - a confrontational, sarcastic, toxic, obsessive, madly passionate, mirroring, lannister-like kind of love, that would have taken loki to another narrative level.

but it's marvel, and the price we had to pay for an actually very fitting and interesting idea is that it has to be developed in a children book kind of way, or we cannot possibly get away with it. don't get me wrong, they built this pair in a very cute manner, very gentle, very reassuring and undaring, a kitten instead of a beast... but this obviously made it all very, very lukewarm and very close to feeling ooc. once again, while telling a story focusing on a villain, we are de-villanizing him for the sake of making him easier to relate with and more hero-like. writers have to understand a villain can still be relatable and valid even without decharacterizing them. and, as much as this teen-like kind of young romance might feel darling and refreshing, it screams cowardice from every single angle. they threw the stone and hid the hand, as poets say. loki is falling in love with himself, finally allowing himself to see who he is in a genuine and not faked grand, truly loving way, but his perfect female version doesn't look like him in pretty much anything (blonde, cold, unironic, doesn't even want to be called loki), so it almost feels like he likes her because she doesn't look like him at all or because it's in the script. "she's different", he says. it would have been very very interesting if she was "different" while being so him it hurt, but this? we are told sylvie is a variant of loki, but this is literally the only thing that really connects her to him. i would dare to say that an actual ic loki would have never even liked her.

marvel obviously did it on purpose, to minimize the possibilities of having the general audience screaming incest, abuse or utter disgust (thing that is happening nevertheless), but they did it sacrificing a really wildly interesting trope they should have properly developed (not to mention that i fear tomorrow we are gonna be told sylvie was never a loki in the first place, so everyone would be "safe" to ship them).

apparently, everybody likes very much to think themselves "woke", while we actually live in a society of bigots who cannot tolerate even the mere sight of a fictional demi-god falling for his female counterpart (which, funnily enough, is literally the very thing told in that plato's myth of soulmates that everyone loves so much to post on facebook).

now, why did i make this endless preamble to answer your question, my dear friend? simply because i found myself literally unable to predict an ending marvel would find morally acceptable. the totality of everything i might imagine or would actually like to see happening is probably never gonna happen at all, deepening my utter disappointment lol

during the whole series, i was really hoping sylvie wasn't the real "lady loki" and that loki's true mate was still hidden and the actual super-villain of the series (that boy pointing to the devil on the church glass in episode one, is it possible that he perceived sylvie that terribly? it makes no sense to me). but it's very unlikely right now.

what i do truly hope is that they didn't make the "man behind the curtain" kang, or immortus or any other "new villain" of any sort, because i'd really like at least to see a twist providing closure and a full-circle kind of plot - especially one true to the themes of the series.

on my part, i would have probably made the super villain loki - not another variant loki, mind you, but our loki, yet a version of the future of him, that for some reason resolved to create the tva in the future thinking it was necessary and therefore having to betray sylvie, while our loki has not yet betrayed her and is confronted with this terrible reality he doesn't understand because he isn't yet that person and possibly deciding to defeat himself in order to stay true to sylvie and bring down the tva (this thing can work even in reverse, with a sylvie from the future being the super villain, but i think it would be more satisfying to have it with loki). i also would love to have them merge for some "word-saving" reason, creating a finally complete new loki.

i'm positive none of this is going to happen anyway, but a girl can hope. what do you think?

#loki #sylki #loki laufeysdottir #sylvie laufeydottir #marvel #tv series #anon #asks/replies #one and one thousand stories lis told #villains #let villains be villains #loki series #loki show

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Hi!! Coffee mug, bonfires, apple cider?

Hi !! Thanks for your ask 💜🌿

coffee mug: do you collect anything?

I think I mentioned it in the past, but as a kid I collected soft toys of Piglet from Winnie The Pooh. I still have them, cause it was an amazing collection. It's been ages since I add a new piece, so I don't know if it counts. I refuse to say that I collect plants, because I do have many, but it feels weird to say I collect them. I guess I collect bookmarks, that's it. I don't have an insane collection, but I like to have few different ones around.

bonfires: tell us your favorite story

I will admit I am not sure whether this is related to a personal story, or a favourite story in general. So I'm going with one of my favourite myths, which is also one of my favoutie stories to tell (anyone who knows me in the slightest will know my obsession with myths,legends and folklore). It is the myth of Fenrir, from norse mythology.

Fenrir is one of Loki's sons, and unlike Hel, who is made ruler of the dead, and Jormungandr, the giant serpent who is left in the oceans, Fenrir, the giant wolf is kept in Asgard. With each day he grows bigger and bigger, until only Tyr, god of war and justice, known for being the brave one, dares to feed him. Odin and the other gods are afraid of him, what if he decides to rebel? And so they decided to trick him and trap him. They tell Fenrir they want to test his strength, so they will bond him with chains, to see how fast he can break them. Fenrir accepts, and for a few tries he breaks the chains with no effort. Until the gods manage to have Gleipnir forged by the dwarfs. Gleipnir looked like a simple silk string, but no one could break it. At the sight of it Fenrir got suspicious, and firstly refused to test it, fearing some kind of trick. In the end he accepts on one condition, one of the gods will have to place their hand in his mouth, and so if he will be tricked, the god would lose their hand. Only Tyr was brave enough to do it, and accept the fate of losing his hand. He was aware of what was going to happen, but he did it anyway, accepting his role without fear. Of course Fenrir wasn't able to break the string and free himself, and as soon as he realized he had been betrayed, he ate Tyr's hand. Out of anger Fenrir tried to bite the other around him, failing and getting two swords into his mouth. These blocked his mouth opened, and from his saliva the river Van will be created. Fenrir will stay trapped with his rage until the Ragnarok, when he will be free and get his revenge on the gods, but that's another story.

I'm not totally sure why this story is one of my favourites. I like the trope of running into you own fate while trying to ecape from it, but it's not just that. Something about these characters speaks to me. Fenrir and Tyr, both have something that calls to me, and this myth has a special place in my heart.

apple cider: a favorite memory

I was about to talk about a travel story, but this much more meaningful one just popped into my head. It's a very simple memory, I was at my grandparen't mountain house, I was sitting at the outside table with my grandpa. And that's where he taught me how to play a card game, me and my family have always played. It's one of my dearest memories.

Questions from this ask x

#i hope i didn't go out of topic with the secon one i just got carried away #ask #asked #answered #ask game #peregrination studies #just a cup of anxietea #friends #mutuals #the---hermit

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I wanna play elden ring SO very badly, but I am literally incapable of playing from software games (like my brain doesn't work with them)... So my plan is to buy it for my boyfriend, who loves those kinds of games, and watch him play it haha

I will make my own accessibility.

Anyways, really excited for it! I hope you can enjoy it when it releases as well C:

It’s a really weird place for me. I’m interested in ER because I find from software games relaxing and I like to platinum them for funsies — I have everything but demon’s souls (ps5) 100% complete bc I’m just lazy lol. But like. Yeah. The setting is my least favorite so far by a huge margin and I generally can’t fucking stand george r.r. martin’s writing. I also have 0 interest in norse mythology to boot, so the odds are against me on this one. The combat doesn’t look nearly innovative enough to overcome that distaste, so I’m hoping the way miyazaki tells a story can.

(I mean. For the record I also think medieval European-ish dark fantasy settings are super lame and they bore me to tears, yet I thoroughly enjoy Dark/Demon’s Souls because of the way they’re told. So. We shall see. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

fwiw though, those games genuinely aren’t nearly as challenging as people like to pretend they are if you want to try it yourself. The ai/online co-op alone alone will let you truck ~95% of all obstacles lol.

god why can’t they just make something else in the bloodborne universe I haven’t cared about anything by fromsoft as much as that damn game dhshfusjfjd

#anonymous #if that is your real name #misc.

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KH Theory: Kairi’s Grandparents

So last night Square Enix released the 4 new characters for Kingdom Hearts: Dark Road and everyone is flipping out. So am I since we’re all waiting for Dark Road to come out as well as other Kingdom Hearts games.

There’s already people throwing their theories and ideas that I thought I should tell mine as well before June 10, when we’ll be given a little more information.

Based on the title of this post, I won’t be just talking about Kairi’s grandmother.

Since the release of the photos and names of the new characters in the photograph, a lot of people are speculating that Kairi’s Grandmother could be Vor

[image provided by the Dark Road Twitter page]]

Now, Vor appears to be the youngest of the group in the photo. I say “appear” because if anime has taught me one thing, it’s that the seemingly young looking person is actually the oldest...But for this case, it could that Vor really is the youngest.

Let’s just go with the latter for now.

A lot of people on Twitter, Tumbr, Reddit, kh13.com and Youtube are theorizing that Vor could be Kairi’s grandmother.

YouTuber HMK, ProdigyxCD, SHARKTANK, VTNVIVI, and others also agree with that theory, or at least point it out from their observations. Specifically because of the Norse meaning of Vor’s name.

[Name Information provided by Leamax on kh13.com]

So that would make sense as to how Kairi’s Grandma knew about the story of Light and Darkness that’s mention three times throughout the franchise:

1) Birth by Sleep: Kairi asked her grandmother to retell the story of Light and Darkness

2)Kingdom Hearts: Sora witnesses a flashback to Kairi and her grandma sitting in the Radiant Garden Library

3)Kingdom Hearts Unchained X: when you first download the game, a pop-up book version of Radiant Garden appears. Kairi and her grandmother are shown while the story of Light and Darkness appears in white text above.

If Nomura intends to use the meanings of the Norse names literally, then Vor has vast knowledge of not only Darkness, but also about Light. Maybe more so than Master Xehanort?

“The gift of Providence” is interesting to me as the latter means “the protective care of God or of nature as a spiritual power”, “God or nature as providing protective or spiritual care”, “timely preparation for future eventualities” [Google Dictionary].

Could it be that Vor was preparing for what was to come around 75 to 85 years into the future? Could it be that she was going to prepare Kairi for the events that took place before KH1?

Another thing that people are using as “evidence” is the similarity of Vor’s face to Kairi’s grandmother. More so about the smile and the eyes.

People are saying that the smile between the two are very similar.

(i’m sorry about the small image. Literally just cropped it from the image provided by Dark Road Twitter page. Pic of Kairi’s grandma found on Google Images)

I suppose the smiles do look very alike, but it could be a trick of the eye and the inner desire of wanting this to somehow work is affecting us.

The other thing that people are saying are similar are the eye colors:

On Vor’s image, her eyes are more green while Kairi’s grandmother is more blue. Indigo,if you’re picky.

Now I know that sometimes the color of one’s eyes may “change” colors depending on how light hits it. For example, dark brown eyes can appear light brown in direct light or black in the shade. Green eyes tend to have to accent colors like a light brown, which is hazel-green eyes. Sometimes people will have a blue tint in them, blue-green eyes. Yellow is also seen in the mix. Sometimes when a baby has either green or blue eyes, it changes colors as they get older. It’s rare in those cases but still can happen. And yes, there are people with completely green eyes only even in adulthood.

Given that this Tetsuya Nomura’s concept as well as the meaning of eye colors, the affiliation of Light and Darkness present in one’s heart can change their eye colors (and hair).

The main example of this is Young Xehanort, where he had silver eyes. But because of the Darkness, his eyes became more amber yellow. This has become a trend for fans to distinguish who are “good” and “bad”.

I will add in that that’s not the best way to tell if a person is good or bad as there are characters who have amber, yellow, light brown eyes.

So let’s break down the possibilities of the eyes between the 2 characters:

1) Vor’s eyes are green from a young age. However, if her eyes changed as she grew up, they became more blue, indigo colored, which is what Kairi’s grandmother has.

2) If Light and Darkness are affiliated to the change of eye colors, then it’s possible that Vor’s eyes changed to more blue-indigo colored because of the abundance of Light (assuming).

3) It’s very possible that Vor and Kairi’s grandmother are TWO DIFFERENT women. Therefore, the color of the eyes mean nothing for the relation.

The 3rd possibility would lead to “Master Ava is Kairi’s Grandmother Theory” and/or one of the many “Dandelions is Kairi’s Grandmother Theory”.

Like, there’s so much that we don’t know about Kairi’s family and their backstory that many people, myself included, created fan-theories that relate to the Foretellers or the Dandelions somehow. Especially since the grandmother knows the story of Light and Darkness.

I have an idea that I’m not sure if anyone else has spoken about on a media platform. If there are people out there that has a similar idea, please let me know so I can give credit!

My idea banks off of Kairi’s GRANDFATHER.

I know. A real stretch, but it could still be possible. Let me humor you.

Let’s say the 3rd possibility is true: Vor and the grandmother are two different women. So, what of the grandfather? Who was he? Where was he? Did he pass of age or after The Fall of Radiant Garden? Who knows. Maybe Nomura didn’t think that far for Kairi or anyone’s family background...or did he?

Anyway, if the grandfather is one of the Dandelions who avoided the war or is a disciple of the Dandelions, then he met the grandmother at some point, fell in love, married, had kids, then had a grandchild. During all that, it’s likely that the grandfather told the grandmother the story of Light and Darkness as a legend that will be passed down through the generations.

Perhaps some of you thought of another person who’s also featured in the photograph:

Yup. I went there. I’m putting my idea that Bragi is potentially Kairi’s grandfather.

I mean, his Norse meaning of the name is:

[Name definition provided by Leamax on kh13.com]

His name means “Poet”. Creative with his words with the knowledge of poems and songs, it’s likely he told told of the story of Light and Darkness the same way that Kairi’s grandmother told before.

[Kairi’s grandmother story dialogue provided by u/blackdragoon747 on a reddit thread, “Kairi’s grandmother story (KH3 Theory) [Discussion]]

The story is told in a vague yet meaningful way. Something easy to tell the generations to come of what happened. Yes, I realize it ‘s not a poem so the relation between this and Bragi is small. But what if Bragi told the grandmother this version of the story because of how it was told to him by his Keyblade Master? Possibly the same Master who taught all 6 of them?

I will admit that the Bragi’s orange hair is giving some “evidence” that he’s related to Kairi. It’s a stretch since the grandparents don’t have to have red hair to be related to Kairi. It’s likely that one of the Kairi’s birth parents had the same red hair color as her. I just wanted to throw that idea out there.

I remember seeing an idea with art by laizy-boy (one of my favorite KH fanartist) where what if Xehanort was Kairi’s grandfather? Laizy-boy created Masako, an O.C. portrayed as Kairi’s grandmother, where she met Xehanort and Eraques when they were young. It’s hinted that Young(er) Xehanort had a crush on Masako in Laizy-boy’s artwork. If that was the case, then Master Xehanort was a fucked up grandfather to do what he did to Kairi in KH3.

(I’m still salty that happened even if Kairi got her sweet revenge in Re:Mind!)

I wanted to mention that because I just remembered that and thought that if some people thought the possibility that Xehanort was Kairi’s grandfather, what about Bragi if not the former?

There is notion that Hermod could also be a candidate, but I personally don’t think so? if you do, let me know! I’m always happy to hear what others think otherwise!

There may be people who think that Urd is Kairi’s grandmother too, but I’m not sure.

Anyways! This post is rather long as it is so i’ll end it here. Let me know what you all think! Send me your questions and I might make another post tomorrow after getting more info.

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