#lady Loki and Loki are the same person and I expected to see that in the show and now :

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Marrying Thor but being in love with Loki. Have her go to Loki’s room at wedding night so he can finish what his brother failed to…if yu know what i mean

Old work I dug from my wip, I hope you enjoy it <3

Warnings: 18+, smut, infidelity, oral (f receiving)

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Sometimes, life doesn’t go according to plan. Sometimes, it rains and you have to wear a cloak over the pretty dress you wanted to wear that day. Sometimes, you get a terrible headache and have to go to bed early. Sometimes, for political reasons, you have to put duty before heart matters.

One is the heir to the throne, the future king…and the other one is the king of your heart.

Your father had forged this arrangement with Odin in secret, with hopes of uniting realms. Though such alliances through marriage were nothing new, neither you nor Thor had been consulted beforehand. You were quick to voice your displeasure to your respective parents, but they didn’t care. You and Thor were going to marry. 

Your future husband didn’t care too much. Duty was duty. 

Loki, however, had a different perspective. When the news of the marriage got to his ears, he was furious. 

He didn’t show up to the marriage, which was expected and better that way. No one wants to see the person they love marrying another. 

After the ceremony, you snuck out of Thor’s quarters and ventured to Loki’s. You were mindful of the guards all around the palace, knowing that if you were seen there would be consequences. 

You knocked on his door, your fist delicate against the thick wood. You could hear some shuffling, followed by footsteps coming to the door. He was out of his day clothes and wearing a dark green soft, silk shirt and lounge pants. 

The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk when he saw you in your delicate robe and hair undone, cascading down your back in loose waves caused by your wedding hairstyle. ‘’What do we have here? The future queen of Asgard sneaking from her dear husband’s bed on her wedding night. Marital troubles already?’’ 

You fought the envy to roll your eyes at his remark. ‘’I braved the guards to see you, don’t leaving me standing in the corridor.’’

Loki stepped aside and you walked in, closing the door behind you. Inside, everything looked the same as it always did; the bed was perfectly made, the thick curtains were shut and shielding the room from the glow of the moon, and the desk was stacked with parchment papers and bits of used charcoal.  

‘’Don’t you have better things to do than clandestinely visit your dear husband’s brother in the middle of the night?’’ Loki's voice was laced with a bitter edge as he spoke, his back turned to you as he walked back to the velvet green couch he was sitting on before you interrupted his reading.

You couldn't help but respond with a touch of sarcasm, trying to break through the tension that hung in the room. ‘’Like listening to Thor’s snores that could make a trumpet sound quiet?’’  

You walked over to the couch and took a seat beside him with your back against the cushioned armrest. It wasn’t very lady-like to sit with your feet on the couch, but no one was there to scold you. The red silk of your robe contrasted with the jewel tone of the couch, a silent reminder that you shouldn’t be there. Red was Thor’s color. 

‘’How was the bedding ceremony?’’ The prince set the book he was reading on the table, his head turned from you to hide how he truly felt about the thought of you and Thor having sex. 

Shifting uncomfortably, you casted your eyes down. ‘’Can we not talk about that—’’ 

Loki ghosted his hand slowly up your ankle, shin, then stopped right below your knee. ‘’Does he touch you like I do?’’ 

The answer was easy. 

You wouldn’t call Thor selfish, but when it came to sex, his performances weren’t what you would expect from a god. The rumors were true, even a good dick doesn’t guarantee you good sex. No foreplay or any kind of fun, just plain old missionary…for five minutes. The liters of Asgardian Ale he had drank during the wedding celebration were possible to blame for that terrible experience. Hopefully it won’t always be like that. 

With Loki, sex was completely different. He knew your body like the back of his hand, the exact ways that had your back aching and screaming. And there was a connection that just wasn't there with Thor.

You shook your head. 

Loki laughed, genuinely amused from hearing of his brother's incompetence. ‘’You have no idea how hilarious it is. Thor, the mighty God of Thunder and heir to the throne, failed to satisfy his wife on his wedding night.’’ 

‘’I knew it would amuse you. Knowing there’s something you’re more skilled at than him.’’ 

A sly smirk played on the prince’s lips, flattered by your compliment. ‘’Tell me more.’’ 

 ‘’Don’t be greedy.’’ Your eyes longed on him, how beautiful he looked in the glow of the lamp.  

‘’Me?’’ Loki leaned back on the couch, his eyes gleaming mischievously in the dim light. ‘’The only thing I’m greedy for is sitting right in front of me and wearing a color that’s far too overpowering for her complexion.’’ 

His words only strengthened your guilt for taking the hand of a man you didn't love. It was killing you inside to know you'll never get to hold Loki's hand arm in the gardens or kiss him in front of the inhabitants of Asgard.

Turning a blind eye to your new marital status, you let your fingers glide down along the lapel of your robe, and traced teasingly the seam of your belt-tie. ‘’Shall I take it off?’’ you said in a near whisper.

‘’And what of your new husband?’’

‘’He’s sleeping until morning.’’ You pulled at the belt-tie and undid the knot, letting the silk slowly fall and expose your breasts. 

A silent growl caught in Loki's throat. He's mouthed and worshiped those so many times, yet he was still in awe every time you undressed. 

Without withdrawing his eyes from you, he made the robe vanish with a snap of his fingers, leaving you completely bare on his emerald green couch. ‘’Green looks better on you.’’ He delicately grabbed your ankles, and spread your legs before crawling between them. 

A sigh left your lips when he kissed the insides of your thighs, giving attention to what had been neglected in Thor’s quarters. Loki was right, no man touched you like he did. He looked up at you as he kissed higher and higher on your skin, making the situation more sensual. You bit down your lip when he 

placed a loving kiss against your sensitive clit, and grip his dark curls as his tongue swirled and suckled your sensitive bud. 

‘’Ahh, Loki!’’ 

His name was the only one on your tongue, echoing through the wall of his bed chamber and down the corridor.

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[nostalgia-tblr]

one problem with getting into Fiction Franchises like, oh let's say the MCU, long after they started is that 1) there are things that refer back to things I don't know about and 2) i don't know what i don't know about, and in a way that latter is more of a problem at least for me.

i managed an episode of wandavision and was left thinking "this seems like it's good, but i have no clue what's going on here so it's not going to work for me is it?" and i am reliably told it's supposed to be Mysterious Mindfuckery but i, a noob, was unable to work out without external clarification what i wasn't supposed to know. if you see what i mean.

i notice the mcu movies (at least as it progresses?) don't have numbers on them, and we know when they're direct sequels because there's a subtitle. and if you come at these later you need to get a chart to work out whether you should watch thor: ragnarok before or after thor: the dark world. which is easily done if i am determined to get things in the right order, but any effort is too much for someone.

so while i am willing to consider the idea that the later mcu films/shows are just Less Good than the early ones (personally Doubt so far but I'm not opposed to the idea) it's very easy inside a fandom to lose sight of what your thing looks like to the casuals who make up most of an audience, and frankly the mcu is currently Very Large and confusing.

who are all these Mrs/Captain/Miss/etc Marvel ladies and which of them have already been in films I might or might not have seen? how many ant men are there prior to this one? am i supposed to know who the baddy in this or that film is? which of these side-characters are from something else?

doesn't-seem-related-but-it-is: i was surprised to discover that the general mcu fandom view of the loki series was not that it was some sort of AU situation that could be thought of an entirely separate from the main series of films. because that was pretty much why it was the one to hook me, i think - it explained the relevant backstory with clips and yet also this is a different loki so if i don't want to go and watch however many films he was in i don't have to. i would expect him to be to some extent "out of character" because it carefully explained to me that this is not really the same character as that identical guy with the same name who was in some number of films. there's a woman one and an alligator one but don't worry they're all from AUs anyway.

#that said i did actually assume the alligator was from a comic or somesuch thing #because richard e grant is CLEARLY wearing a comics costume of some sort despite me knowing nothing about comics #but it felt like if i didn't know that it'd be okay cos they're from some Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence thing anyway! #anyway it's very easy to discount the Noob Experience with anything but for older ongoing stories it's crucial to their future #for ex: i didn't know what an infinity stone was but i did get that they were A Big Deal and that the TVA had a silly number of them #idk how that scene worked if you did know but for me it was the right level of 'referring to a previous story' #and i have in the past year-and-a-bit come to terms with the fact that Proper Loki is not an alligator in ANY of the movies :( #thor ragnarok's also pretty noob-friendly from what i recall though it didnt lead to me looking into the rest of the marvelverse back then #hottest take: the problem facing tumblr loki fandom currently is that the newer things are NOT actually completely terrible #so they did bring in a newer audience who didn't know the older material and certainly didn't know The Tumblr Consensus on things #and as mentioned half of them came in via an AU so our perspective was different from the start #and then OH NO DISAGREEMENT AND CONFLICT ENSUES!!!!!! #mcu tag i guess

[chantsdemarins]

🥵"Find Tom" (Part 1)

(Tom Hiddleston X Reader)

Well, I wasn't going to write another Tom fic, but I am weak. This one is honorary for the 14 Days of Valentine's Day Community project from @muddyorbsblr

It’s suggestive in Part 1, things heat up in Part 2

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(New art too!)

Sea Ranch, CA Sometime after the era fondly referred to as "Peak Tom"

The path back to his weekend rental was winding, to say the least.

Coastal sage and nubby coyote bush snagged the transparent black nylons you put on at the last minute when your winter skin looked a little too ashy for an evening event at Sea Ranch amongst the Bay Area’s artsy crowd. Your hand glided down to touch the plants along the escarpment, pulling a sprig off one of the branches with a gentle tug. Holding it to your nose and inhaling the scent, mixed with the salt misting up from the ocean below, it feels like velvet air coursing through your lungs.

You are climbing now, and you imagine by the time you get to the top of the cliff, your breath will be dangerously close to being lost. You were correct.

The view that opens before you, even in the moonless night, is more incredible than anything you could remember seeing of late. He’s way off in front of you, nervously plodding-perhaps to get inside the thick redwood doors and clean up quickly before welcoming you in. You can barely see the outline of his suit, his shoulder blades, noble triangles against the lithe of his tall frame.

He’s left a light on inside, as he nervously opens the door the light hits his face. It’s a relief to see him after what felt like 30 minutes trekking through the California coastline in borrowed Prada flats. From your side of the window, he’s impossibly handsome, untouchable. The window feels like a metaphor.

How you managed to get an interview with him at this hour, after an overly festive San Francisco film festival party, was a mystery, but he agreed when you took the chance. You’d been eyeing him all night, the last person you expected to be there, and the most interesting.

Only hours before, you’d quietly moved to the deck of the main Sea Ranch house, holding your cell phone to the pristine glittery night sky, searching for a signal to rejuvenate your bad cell service. You Googled “Tom Hiddleston” just to be sure it wasn’t Michael Fassbender.

Then when you heard someone say his name, you were clear, it was him.

It was unlike you to invite yourself into the conversation he was already having with a keen-eyed group of Brits across the room, stationed next to a looming Peter Doig painting and a roaring fire, but you did. Making a joke, dropping your cocktail napkin in your nervousness. When he picked it up mid-sentence and handed it back to you, eyes meeting yours, you knew. You waited a few moments but then told him who you were, the beat you were covering for the impossibly small publication you just started writing for. You were way in over your head.

Maybe you should have covered the state fair first, not the San Francisco film festival post-screening events. The roar of crashing waves just outside the sheer wall of glass was unnerving. You flagged down one of the servers and had another caramel-colored Manhattan with one of those big ice cubes that obscure the actual amount of alcohol. Tom did the same, eyes never leaving you.

He made a joke about the event planners saving money with the big ice cubes, “a deliberate act of malice” he said. By midnight you’d managed to find a cozy red, mostly ornamental couch, with cushions seemingly filled with lead, one shift too many caused Tom to say it first. To ask where you were staying.

You weren’t. That was the thing.

You were going to drive back to ennui filled Napa in the wee morning hours, with the marine layer locked in place, a challenge even for the sober. Which you clearly were not.

*Tom would later correct your pronunciation of ‘ennui’ when you used it in conversation, this may or may not have created a small pause in kinetic flow between you.

He offered for you to have some tea (or coffee because you were American, he promised he drank entirely too much coffee and was an honorary American because of it). He offered to be interviewed in his weekend cliff-facing Bill Turnbull masterpiece.

He was effulgent in his offering. So much so that you worried about how he seemed determined to make a good impression on you, a stranger with no obvious pedigree to situate yourself in a status of his interest.

You made your way inside, and you were right-he is nervously cleaning up. He’d been there for less than 24 hours and somehow managed to leave his running clothes, cliff bar wrappers, and socks all over the front room. He mentions jet lag, and delayed flights on the usually reliable British Airways.

You spy at least 25 pretzel packages on the quartz counter, and you ask Tom if those were from his flight. He gives a “ehehehehehheehe” laugh and says the flight staff was worried because he didn’t like the in-flight meal.

Of course, you asked what it was, how could you not.

It turns out it was beef bourgeon with Yukon potatoes. Tom explains the ‘why’ behind his reluctance to eat the meal, but you are simply not listening anymore. You are caught up in your own anxiety. He smells like blood orange and lilac with cedar. He smells like fancy architecture. He explains the house he is staying in with precise detail, he’s giving a dissertation on the Sea Ranch movement of the 70s but you hear approximately every other word. You are caught up in little visual details between the words you hear.

The way he seems different than the man you had watched on the San Diego Comic-Con reels, the impossibly linguistically delightful rhetorician of arcane theses. His mind accosts you, but his energy seems stuck in his head. It’s unnerving.

You wonder if he is even aware of his body, your body-or how you both are sitting now on the hastily cleaned up front room couch, bare feet accidently touching in thoughtless intervals. He is still beautiful but different, something has changed. You admittedly hadn’t kept up with his work, you were essentially a Marvel adjacent fan at best, and your previous amateur journalism beat was not entertainment, or the arts beat, it was tech.

There is an old wooden clock on the wall and the hourly bell strikes pausing you both, it’s 2:00 am. You laugh to yourself when you realize it’s now February 14th. Not one for any commercialized sentimentality or strange Catholic holidays masquerading as innocuous celebrations of love, you wonder to yourself if they even celebrate Valentine’s Day in England.

You want to ask Tom, but you are careful right now, he’s overly generous and his ego seems hidden under his red beard.

He’s giving “wounded” but there’s still his gaze, his cerulean eyes are boring holes through you. His skin is too golden when spring is still a few months away, it contrasts against his button-down shirt which is unbuttoned quite far. His pants aren’t two sizes too small like you remember him wearing to press events before, but they are still tight, they hug his thighs like neoprene, they are too distracting, you can’t ask if they have Valentine’s Day in London. You’ve never even been to the UK. Your blank passport is a spectral vision hanging over your head, you are a ghost covered with a bedsheet.

You debate a few more long, ponderous minutes before you finally ask if they celebrate Valentine’s Day in England. Tom wonders why you are asking. You remind him-today is now Valentine's Day. He laughs and explains America is much more theatrical than England-Brits don’t fall for heart-shaped boxes of chocolate.

You say, “So what do you guys fall for then?”

“Intelligence.”

You die a little. That’s it. You’ll never get your interview questions out of your mouth, and you may want this to end romantically. Any warm-blooded human would-when faced with the charm of Tom Hiddleston-even if it’s slightly redacted. Even if it’s like the big monolith ice cubes from the party earlier, somehow obscuring the ingredients.

You also want to know more about why he seems so different. You pry a little, your intuition is good enough and you can tell something happened.

Maybe it was a love affair, maybe he’s got mental health issues, maybe it’s being too famous, too known. This level of celebrity and privilege is impossible for you to sort out logically. You’ll likely never know what it feels like to have the kind of money to do anything and everything you’d ever dreamed of doing, and the charisma to attract endless people to bed.

He’s not vapid, though. At least his persona isn’t. He should be but he just isn’t Hollywood. You feel accepted by him, although you wonder how true that is, how true it could be-he comes from a world of strict judgments attached to insane amounts of money. People get exactly what they want. He’s part of that beast. He knows it, but he seems so normal right now. He even says he hates LA. He will never live there.

As you keep talking, words are mixing. Which are your thoughts, and which are his? A prelude perhaps to how he is in bed, all-consuming, immersive. He pulls you in, and you feel invigorated and ready to be supine all at once. Your body slinks down the cushions until you both are sitting on the plush rug, backs against the bottom of the couch.

Tom stares at you with the intensity of an SLS rocket launcher (the knowledge of an SLS rocket launcher is the byproduct of your last beat before entertainment and after tech-military weaponry). He stares at you like he owns you. Like there’s a collar around your neck. You check for a second just to be sure, running your chrome-colored nails against your throat.

Maybe that’s what he is struggling with, having too much pleasure and too much happiness. He’s laying low, attending minuscule film festival after parties in Northern California. Talking to a woman like you at 2:30 am, you feel much like the high tide outside the endless glass windows, disoriented by the lack of the moon's influence.

You close your eyes for just a second, and you can hear his voice mixing with the waves, the alcohol you’ve consumed, and his generous pours of the local wines he was gifted from the nebulas of vintners at the party. He can’t take them back to London, so “we better drink up,” he laughs again, emptying the second bottle into your vintage glass.

Are you holding it from the stem or the cup? Your grip is too tight, you notice. You try and hold the glass with less pressure, but your hands are like talons. If you weren’t holding on to a wine glass, surely it would be Tom’s cock.

Which you had spied the last time he got up to grab another bottle of wine, his jacket tossed on the chair to reveal his form with even more clarity. Although you tried not to look, it was difficult to miss. You assumed he wasn’t even hard yet, too lost in conversation.

You pondered if this was his thing, hooking up casually. It wouldn’t be surprising, but he was just so nice and sincere in all his actions it was hard to sift out the carnal jock with rugby stories from college and pick-up games in his London neighborhood to the starry-eyed poet delivering such lines as:

"When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”

By the time the last comp wine was consumed and the waves outside drifted back into low tide, you knew it was now or never.

He hadn’t touched you, not even tried; you were just left with the pleasurable burn from his boyfriend experience. You could feel the wheels turning in his mind. Perhaps he was wondering if he should be less caring, should you get too attached to his attention, his cerulean stare. He couldn’t be. Otherwise, it seemed, even if he put his acting skills to work on changing what appeared to be his perpetually endearing substrate.

He grabbed your wine glass from your hand, and you cautiously released it, wondering about your previous thought of what your hand would grab if it wasn’t a wine glass.

He gently placed his head on your shoulder with his eyes closed. Good god he smelled like heaven. Like signed contracts, like large claw foot bathtubs with a view of the Mediterranean Sea. He smelled like ginger and carrots and felt warm and hard simultaneously.

His skin was soft, but his features, like his triangle shoulder blades and his nose, were strong. They felt like swords piercing your skin. You were slayed by his bone structure even before he put his cock inside you.

You hoped it would be comfortably nestled between your legs by the time the sun began to rise over the luxuriant rock wall the house rested upon. Societal norms, class expectations, and personal relationships be damned. The wine and your own ennui fueled your longing for him—

Continue on to-

Part 2

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[dailylogyn]

Well I enjoyed the loki show and I always loved loki and I don't get the hate for the show so what ever. It's still great. And yes I hate sylvie tho and would've love to see sigyn and loki in the mcu. No matter what tom hiddleston was perfect as loki

To each their own. I'm at least glad you enjoyed it.

I've actually had to force myself to step back at the end of both Season 1 and Season 2's finales and process what my issues were with the show -- what I liked, and didn't like. And now that I've done the same after Season 2, I think I've figured out why I overall didn't like the Loki Series as a whole...and it's mostly because of expectations I had for the show:

MY THOUGHTS/EXPECTATIONS FOR THE LOKI SERIES:

What I mean by "expectations" is: I thought the Loki Series would take over after where he was left off/escaped from in the Avengers (2012)-- a Loki struggling to accept his identity as a Jotun. The Loki who realized his whole life was a lie and the person he thought he was isn't who he ACTUALLY is.

I really thought the Loki Series writers would go into that and explore it and help Loki come to the point of Self-Acceptance and Self-Love...just not in the way they ended up writing it out with the TVA and everything we ended up getting.

And honestly, I wish they had actually explored more Loki Variants instead of briefly touching upon them (or mentioning them) and that's it. If they are getting into the concept of the Multi-verse, why not freakin explore the other Loki's too?! I want to know more about Kid Loki, Classic Loki, Gator Loki, etc. What was their universe like? How different was their life? What caused them to be pruned (we know Kid Loki's was 'killing' Thor, but what about the others?)

I also feel the Loki Series wasn't exactly focused on Loki himself. It felt more focused on the TVA and the whole Multi-verse storyline itself.

Now granted, we can argue that's because at the end of Season 2, Loki becomes the "God of Stories" and the new "He-Who-Remains", hence it being his story of how he became that all along...but I just feel they could have explored his story in a different way (but I do love & hate how Loki sacrifices himself to protect those he loves. It is what makes him Loki though...)

If I'm being serious though, this ending also feels like they killed him off just to bring him back and do it again...and again...like a cashgrab. Why can't we write a story about Loki being happy for once?

And a girl can still wish we had gotten Sigyn or Amora in the show...but like I said, I wasn't going to hold my breath for that one. ;) We know Marvel.

And yes, while I know some others may love Sylvie (and I honestly did at first), I'm glad they retconned the forced romance between them. However, I still wish we got the real Lady Loki.

Tom Hiddleston will always be our Loki. He's done a wonderful job, but I can understand why he would be done after all this. He needs a break (plus he has his wife and his own kid now.)

#answered messages #loki series criticism #anti sylki #loki series critical

[the-princess-of-loki]

New Year's Kiss

Pairing: Loki x Fem!You

Word count: 3143

Warnings: smut, graphic description of smut, fluff.

A/N: My requests are open! I don't know what I'd do because I've never done something like this before, but if you have an idea of what you'd like me to write about just dm me and we can discuss it. Thanks!♥

A/N: The image is not mine, I found it on Pinterest. I think the creator signed it in the left corner, but I don't know. In any case, all credits to the artist.

You knew what they were planning. Of course, you knew. From the moment they started to think about it, you knew. After all, you were a telepath. But they didn't know that. Only the two Asgardian brothers knew about your gifts, and just because they have recognised your magic almost immediately after meeting you. But they swore to keep your secret and even Loki did. 

You knew Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes had both developed a crush on you. Weren't you so lucky? However, you have hoped that after years of being on the same team they would forget about it and move on with their lives. They haven't. Even when you made it clear that you didn't reciprocate any of the two. But they didn't care. The more you rejected them, the more they wanted to 'win' you over, as they put it. They had a ridiculous competition between them, for fuck's sake! It was childish, sexist and your heart belonged to someone else. Even when that someone didn't know you were more than a friend to practise magic with. 

It was New Year's Eve morning when you learned about their latest and stupidest plan: they were both going to try and kiss you at midnight. According to them, the one who kissed you first was 'the winner'. It was unnerving. It made your blood boil so much that Thor had to take you out of the common area in Avengers Tower for risk you'd destroy everything. He took you to his private balcony which he shared with Loki. The younger prince almost immediately came out to see what was happening. 

"I need to ask you both a favour," You said pacing between the brothers. They looked at each other, not knowing what to expect from you in such a state.

"What do you need, lady y/n?" Thor asked, ready to help you.

"Tonight at midnight, I need you both to stay at my side. Please, don't leave my side," you asked them almost desperately in your rage. "Thor, please don't tell me that you're going to be with Jane," you said closing your eyes.

"I was going to try, but you are more important, my friend" He smiled at you and you turned to look at Loki who was watching you kind of wary.

"What happens tonight at midnight?" Loki asked in all seriousness. You sighed.

"Remember that tradition I told you about? The one in which you're supposed to kiss a person when the new year comes?" Loki nodded, his eyes opening a little bit wilder. "I just read Rogers and Barnes' mind. They are going to try to kiss me tonight," Thor groaned and Loki rolled his eyes. "That's why I need you both to be my shield tonight. Even with their serum-induced super force they can't take you two down," Thor smiled smugly and Loki rolled his eyes again.

"There is no need for your sweet words, darling. We both know you are just using them for your benefit," Loki crossed his arms on his chest, smirking.

"I learned from the best. Please, Loki, I'd owe you a big favour if you do this," You begged grabbing his forearms. He sighed.

"Fine, I'll do it."

Loki smirked again and went back to his bedroom. You knew the way the God of Mischief thought, so he was probably thinking about what to ask you in return. Even when you could read his mind, you have never done it. As he could read yours, there was an unspoken agreement between you two to stay out of each other's mind. No matter how desperately you wanted to know if he returned your feelings.

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That night, you were watching the countdown on TV in the common room with all the Avengers and their families. Much to the Captain and Sargent's deception, Thor and Loki were right next to you, not leaving space for anyone else, as they have promised earlier. However, the two ex-soldiers weren't done yet, and they were both thinking about how to approach you. You rolled your eyes at nothing while taking Loki's arm. He gave you a side glance but didn't say anything. Thor was trying to convince Jane to come back to him as she was standing next to him on his other side. 

Unbeknownst to everybody, you had a plan of your own. You were tired of not knowing if your feelings were returned or not, so you were going to find out. Tonight was the night. You couldn't wait another day. It was worse to live in uncertainty than to be rejected -which was probably what would happen anyway-.

You could feel shivers running up and down your body as the final countdown began. You tightened your grip on Loki's forearm but he decided not to acknowledge it. You wished everybody a Happy New Year as the countdown finished, with a fake smile plastered on your face, before turning towards Loki. He turned towards you at the same time.

"Happy New Year, Loki," You whispered, feeling determined and nervous at the same time.

"Happy New Year, my dearest y/n," Loki whispered back, his green eyes locked on yours.

You tiptoed so you could reach him and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. Your heart was beating wildly against your chest as you returned to your place, opening your eyes slowly. Loki was looking at you, his green eyes shining as he leaned down to kiss you again. You let go of his arm only to place your hand on his cheek, deepening the kiss. He passed his tongue through your lower lip and as you opened your mouth to gasp, he joined it with yours, battling for dominance. Your surroundings disappeared as the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of his tongue inside your mouth and his big hands on your waist.

When you both pulled back to breathe, you realised that everybody was watching you two. You felt the heat going to your cheeks but as you turned your look back to Loki's green eyes, you were hypnotised. You couldn't care less about the childish reaction of the Captain and the Sergeant, who were complaining about how it wasn't fair and so on. You heard it all but paid no attention to it as you caressed Loki's cheek with adoration.

"Shall we go to a more private environment, darling?" Loki asked you in a whisper, his low voice making you shiver involuntarily. You put your other hand on his chest, where his heart was beating rapidly.

"Yes, please."

A green light surrounded you and you felt Loki's magic running through you as you both disappeared out of the common room. When the light left you both, you realised you were in Loki's bedroom. You haven't been here before, but somehow you just knew. The room screamed Loki’s signature. It was tidy and well-organised, without too much furniture. There was a bookcase that seemed infinite, full of books that you were sure Loki had read at least once. There was a cinnamon scent in the whole room, the same aroma Loki smelled like. 

“Did you do that because of the other two morons?” Loki asked you, surprising you since you were too busy taking in your surroundings. You still were caressing his cheek, though. You sighed.

“Loki, listen to me. I’ve been practising this the whole day,” You said while gathering courage.

“It’s a simple question, darling. Did you kiss me because of the others?” Loki looked hurt but he still held you by the waist.

“No. I wouldn’t do that, and you know it. Now, will you let me say my speech?” he made a gesture with his hand as if to say ‘go ahead’. “We’ve known each other for years now and I’ve always felt a special connection with you. It was probably the magic, but the years went on and I still felt it. I tried to figure out what it was and I concluded that…” you took a deep breath and looked at Loki straight into his green eyes. You saw diversion in his expression but tried to ignore it. You needed to tell him everything. If you didn’t, you felt like you would explode. “...I love you, Loki. I have been in love with you for a long time now, and I needed you to know it even when I know there is a high chance that you don’t reciprocate my affections and I have ruined our friendship forever-”

“Darling, remember to breathe. You’re talking too much and the oxygen is not getting to your brain,” Loki joked while he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. You looked at him trying to conceal your pain. You knew he probably didn’t share your feelings, but he didn’t need to tease you about it. It was cruel and he wasn’t like that. You tried to let go of his embrace, but he didn’t let you. Why did he want to extend your torture? “Look at me,” he asked in a whisper and you refused, still trying to get out of his strong arm. Loki sighed and used his free hand to tilt your chin upwards so you could meet his green eyes. They were shining but there wasn’t any mischief on them. “I am not making fun of your feelings. The truth is I am quite nervous. I have never had a wonderful woman like you confess her love for me,” his cheeks turned pink and you stopped fighting against him because of your confusion. “You aren’t ruining anything, dear. This is all new to me, but I…I feel the same way,” he sighed and caressed your cheek softly. “I-I love you, y/n.”

You gasped but you knew he was being sincere. His green eyes told you so. Loki was looking at you expectantly as if he were afraid he had said something wrong. How could he think that? What he said was the most perfect love declaration in the history of love declarations. You could see that he was getting more nervous as minutes passed by and you did and said nothing, so you decided to leave your thoughts for another time. At that moment, you needed to do. You used the hand you had on his cheek to pull him to you and you joined your lips in a sweet peck. You repeated the action several times, kissing him sweetly and shortly. Of course, that lasted only a few minutes before Loki took your lips with his and didn’t let you go. To make his point more obvious, he grabbed your neck with his hand so you wouldn’t pull back. You grabbed a bunch of his raven-curly hair, making him grunt against your lips. Both of you opened your mouths at the same time, joining your tongues in a deep kiss. You glued your body to his which made you moan. Loki hugged you in a tight embrace, in that way, you could feel his firm and strong muscles. His muscles weren’t as defined as his brother’s, but they were as strong and way hotter in your opinion. 

Do you want to go to the bed?, you heard Loki’s voice loud and clear in your mind which surprised you, to say the least. You’ve heard the legends in which two magic users who were telepaths could bond so much that they were able to communicate in their minds. But you never thought that it could happen to you. Less so with Loki. But again, you didn’t waste your time thinking. You jumped a little and crossed your legs on his back. You didn’t know how this telepathic communication worked, so you screamed ‘yes!’ so many times in your head that had Loki chuckling while he walked you both towards his bed. He laid you on the bed with such care that you couldn’t help but caress his strong arms and look into his green eyes. You felt like you were in a dream and as he jumped into bed on top of you, you caressed his strong jaw completely awestruck. Loki smiled at you and kissed your wrist sweetly, his eyes never leaving yours. Your breath got stuck in your throat as you watched him. Loki rested his forehead on yours, his eyes too close for you to resist them. You wanted to say so many things to him but at the same time, the words were unnecessary. Your eyes talked for you both, and it was more than enough.

You used your magic to make your dress disappear, leaving you only with your strapless lace black bra and matching panties. Loki looked at your body up and down, lust filling his features. You were desperate to feel his skin against yours, so you used your magic to undress him completely. He smirked even when his muscles tensed up under your touch. You explored his whole body with your hands, worshipping every part of him you could reach.

“Are you happy with your exploration, darling?” Loki asked with a little purr in your ear. You shivered from his low voice but crossed your arms behind his neck.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, you cannot blame me. And, you liked it,” You smiled while massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes and a little grunt escaped from his lips.

“I never said the contrary, my dear. But it’s my turn now.”

You shivered just from the promise that sentence held. Loki kissed your lips feverishly until you were breathless below him. Then, he moved his lips to your jaw, your ear where he bit for the first time and then went down your neck, kissing, licking and biting. You couldn’t believe how much it turned you on that he wanted to mark you. He then kissed your collarbone, your cleavage, your nipples through the lace of your bra, your abdomen, and every part of your body. By the end of it, you were shivering and you were dripping wet, ready for him to take you. He snapped his fingers and you were absolutely naked. He teased your entrance with his fingers before he put them inside. You moaned and grabbed his bicep on his free side. He curled his fingers inside you and rubbed your g-spot with them.

“You’re so wet already, love. Do you want me to fuck you already, hmm?” Loki whispered in your ear. Even though he was teasing you, you felt his hard cock already leaking precum on your thigh and his voice sounded restrained.

“Yes, Loki. I need you, please,” You pleaded between your pants. Loki chuckled before taking his fingers off you and licking them clean, making you groan in your arousal. After he finished, he laid on the bed next to you and you straddled him quickly.

“Ride me, my sweet girl. I want to see you take your pleasure from me as you ride me into the mattress.”

You couldn’t move fast enough after those words. Loki grabbed your hips to help you and you descended on his cock slowly, making you both moan out in pleasure. Loki felt great inside you and also you could see his face contorting in pleasure every time you moved above him. Even in your wildest fantasies, you couldn’t have pictured this level of pleasure and perfection. You moved up and down slowly at the beginning, putting your hands on his broad chest to stabilise you a little. 

Soon enough, the slow pace you settled wasn’t enough for any of you. You ignored the muscles of your legs that were complaining already and moved faster. Loki helped you by moving his hips in sync with yours. You moaned higher and threw your head backwards while Loki praised you and your body while his hands were leaving marks on your hips. You forced yourself to look at his face while you kept riding him, taking your pleasure from him as he said it before. He had his eyes closed, he threw his head back on the pillow and his mouth was open forming a perfect ‘O’ while he moaned out his pleasure. In fact, he was moaning your name as you were moaning his. 

You felt your orgasm building inside you quickly and without knowing it, you started to scratch his chest. However, your scratching seemed to turn him on even more if the way he started to move his hips upwards was any indicator. You moved your hands, scratching him in the process, until you were face to face with him. You bit down his lower lip and then you licked and bit down his neck. Loki moaned higher and that spurred you on even more. You kept moving your hips and in this weird angle, Loki’s cockhead hit your g-spot which drove you insane. At the same time, you kept biting and scratching and licking him. There wasn’t a place on his torso where your mouth didn’t pass to worship him as he deserved. Your orgasm hit you hard, screaming his name to the heavens above. He followed after a few more thrusts, filling you completely with his seed. You felt him take care of you, although you were too tired and fucked-up to think about something else than the pleasure you had just experienced. 

When reality hit you back, you were in Loki’s arms, wearing a short black silk nightgown and you were both under the covers of his bed. Your head was resting on his chest and you caressed his scarce chest hair that was completely sexy. How have you not noticed it before? Loki sighed, content, while he caressed your back with the tip of his fingers. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw your scratching marks on his chest.

“You are marked now,” You joked while giving him a small peck on his chest.

“As you are, my dear kitten,” Loki gave you a small kiss on the forehead. You chuckled because of the new nickname. “You do know that you are mine now, don’t you?”

“I’m only yours as long as you’re mine, Loki,” You turned your gaze up to look him in the eyes. He was smiling and didn’t seem to even notice it.

“That’s a given, love. However, I must insist on something. It is quite important,” You saw the teasing sparkle in his green eyes, but you played along.

“Tell me what it is and I’ll make sure it happens, love.”

“I will be the one who makes sure it happens, kitten,” you looked at him confused. “I’ll let your two admirers know that you belong to me and only to me,” You chuckled again.

“Yes, my Loki. I belong only to you.”

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[ulfrsmal]

omg those asksssss, 7, 8, 9, 10 :D

Hello! Disclaimer that I'm going to be a right ✨bastard ✨ here, so viewer discretion applies. This is also for the fandom in my pfp; I'm not naming anything to avoid maximum violence.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Perm Guy & Redhead Lady. If you know you know.

In the case of the Guy, he's honestly... fine. He was fine when he showed up in canon. I liked him, though I don't understand why he was touted as a military/strategy genius when all he was doing was stall while trying to understand the unfamiliar situation. I can respect a man who needs info to come up with a good plan. And I do like what they did with him in the show's last season. But there's such a wide timeskip between seasons that... it doesn't work. The charactersation doesn't work. It feels like he changed lots, but we don't get to see that change. Cop-out. And most of his fans just focus on one or two aspects of him and... don't develop him past that. It's not fun for me personally, I write him differently.

And in the case of the Lady... I feel like a bastard AND a cunt. I love her in canon! I do! It's (some of) her fans' representation of her what I don't like. Granted it's the most vocal fans who are like this, so... yeah. Makes me feel awful. Then I go watch canon and remember that, oh, it's just fanon I don't like, and I feel better again. But WOW. I understand the motto of "ship and let ship", I abide by it -- but I've seen one too many posts about how she's perfect in X ship and there are no other options for either her or her love interest, because they are just made for each other. Ship and let ship, superfans of her!! Don't do the vaguepost equivalent of throwing rocks at the sky to see what birds you might enrage!

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

... you know, I'm not sure how common this is. But I've seen it before, so here we go. This tattoed Rogue who starts out young and then grows up gets... I'm not sure if "infantilised" is the right word. "Simplified" is more like it. I once saw someone make the argument that he'd been [TRIGGER WARNING NON-CON] imprisoned and raped repeatedly by men while in Dunholm as a teen/child [END TRIGGER WARNING], and in the same fic he was bashful and shy and innocent when Main Character flirted with him in a non-sexual way. You'd think there would be juicy characterisation and/or character analysis the reader could do, but... no. No there wasn't. At all. The Rogue didn't feel like the same character going from one scene to the next. And that viewpoint got adopted by many fans of the original fic, with the same flat results.

(That first author in particular also had a habit of writing this Rogue as the kind of babyboy you'd expect from a DD;LG relationship, but 99.99% of the time it was in non-sexual, non-explicit, non-DD;LB fics. What even?!)

9. worst part of canon

The books don't go deep enough on some aspects, and they downright gloss over others. Characterisation never goes deep. The portrayal of the english-speaking world and xtianity is well-rounded, but the foreigners don't get the same treatment. The Norse Pantheon in particular is just AWFULLY written and researched. Njörd isn't Rán's husband! Loki isn't the heathen equivalent of the xtian devil! THERE ARE MORE HALLS THAN JUST VALHALLA.

Yes this is not the only author who's made these mistakes. Yes I am annoyed at them too. I did say I'd be a right bastard in these...

10. worst part of fanon

I could say "the fans that idolise and borderline deify both the characters in my first answer", but that'd be too easy. Then again I can't think of anything else, so that's my answer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#thank you for asking me #thesophiawestern #wildwren #on the bright side there are MANY rarepairs for this fandom that I either love or love seeing others love them

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F&D - Search for Infinity ❤️‍🔥P33❤️‍🔥 Mother

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Arriving in the sanctum, you were thankful that you brought Seven a coat before you noticed the tips of her fingers turning slightly blue. Realisation hit you when you remembered that Seven, like Loki doesn’t need a coat whereas you definitely did. Noticing Sevens hands turning blue, Loki picked her up and whispered something in her ear before she started to giggle before turning back to her usual colour. Perhaps he was sharing his wisdom you thought as Stephen lead the four of you into a room.

Entering, you could see what looked like three different doors leading to different places and you wondered what would have happened if you dared stepped through one. Stephen and Thor exchanged a few words whilst Loki and Seven walked around the room seemingly trying to find the perfect location to summon the allmother. Once he did, he placed Seven on her feet before lighting the candle that Thor had given him earlier. Stephen left the room whilst Thor joined Loki at his side. He quickly squeezed Lokis shoulder before holding his hand, a sight that wasn’t common at all. You stood behind them, not wanting to be the way, holding Sevens hand. You didn’t know what to expect as you looked at the empty spot infront of the brothers. The flame flickered dimly before they both began to chant.

“Allmother, we call unto you from the halls of Valhalla not as our mother but as a confidante to seek guidance and council from for the realm of the gods. Hear our call and bless us with your presence” They both said in unison causing the candle to burn brighter. For a few moments, there was a tense silence before what looked like golden sparkles began to materialise in the empty spot. Seven audibly gasped as she watched it happen in awe whilst you noticed Loki turn to Thor with an excited expression. After a few more moments, the lady you recognised from your near death experience took shape infront of you.

“Oh my children.” She spoke with a proud smile before Loki gave her a crushing hug.

“Mother.” He greeted.

Looking at her, you remembered exactly what happened during your near death experience as if it was happening all over again. Once Loki had let her go, she hugged Thor before her eyes met your ones. She looked at the candle which was still burning brightly before she cautiously took a step forward, and then another until she was infront of you. Considering this was your future mother in law who you were finally meeting in the flesh, you thought the appropriate thing to do would be to hug her but then considering she was also the Queen of Asgard, you wondered if you should have curtsied. Before you had time to make a decision, you felt her hand on your cheek.

“Look at you.” She smiled “it is an honour to finally be able to meet you properly.” Honour? Did the queen of Asgard just say it was an honour to meet you?

“Umm, thank you.” You answered quietly as she continued to look into your eyes as if they held the story of your life. Past, present and future.

“You have overcome so much my dear and for that you will be rewarded.” She smiled before her eyes fell onto Seven. “And you must be the little Loki.” She grinned, looking down at Seven who looked back up at her with a slight recognition covering her face. “It’s good to finally meet you in person dear Seven.” She continued with a slight curtsy. Did the allmother, queen of Asgard just curtsy?

“Mother as much as I’d love for us to all speak and reminisce, we have until the flame goes out to talk with you and we need your help.” Loki interrupted, walking towards the three of you before he picked Seven up.

“The resemblance is almost uncanny.” She chuckled “I can only imagine how you both fair when she turns blue.” She chuckled even more.

“They even act the same.” You added, laughing slightly too.

“It is truly wonderful to finally be able to properly speak to you all.” She said once her laughter had subsided. “Considering Thor is still standing over there, one can only assume that it is you that requires me.” She figured, looking at Loki.

“Yes! It’s y/n, we need to perform the affiliating ceremony that will bound our life forces.” Loki explained. You watched how she looked at him as he continued to speak, filling her in on everything that had happened. She tried to keep her expression neutral but you could recognise the small hints of proudness on her features, you recognised them from your own expressions whenever Seven would do something. “What?” Loki paused, fighting down a smile.

“You’ve grown so much my boy, I am proud and exceedingly so.” She praised.

“Thank you mother.” Loki answered, unable to contain his smile any longer.

“Mother please tell us what to do.” Thor added, standing next to you.

“I’ll need a witch.” She began “the girl, the one from Sokovia, she can do it.” She continued.

“Wanda?” The three of you asked in unison as Seven looked around as if Wanda was going to appear.

“Yes, fetch me a quill, some ink and some paper please.”

Loki conjured a pen and paper and handed it over to her.

“This is easier than a quill mother.” Loki assured.

“No this is for you to write down everything I say Loki and then give it to this Wanda and she’ll understand.”

The candle began to dim as she spoke, Loki writing down everything. Some of the words she used were unknown to you so you wondered how Wanda would understand them but then again, you didn’t know she was an actual witch so maybe there was more to her then you originally thought. Once she had finished, you stepped aside whilst she, Thor, Loki and Sev spoke. You didn’t want to interrupt them so you watched from afar, eyes landing on the candle signalling that time would soon be up.

“Y/n, join us.” The allmother signalled, beckoning you towards her. Almost instantly you were standing with the four before she asked you to all join hands. “Good luck my children, you may not see me but know I am always with you in spirit.” She assured “I wish you all the best of luck and Loki—”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Take care of yourself.” She spoke knowingly. “It was wonderful meeting you little Loki.” She grinned at Seven before the flame extinguished leaving golden speckles once again.

Running his eyes over Asgard, Loki couldn’t help but feel utterly desolate. He had practically lost everyone now, some due to his own fault. He felt awfully weak and helpless.

“Mother, I know you’re here with me, I feel your presence in Asgard stronger than anywhere else. I’m asking for strength. Begging for it. Please mother I need you now.” He murmured, a prayer in the wind before Seven walked into the room wearing a necklace his mother often wore.

“Look!” She exclaimed excitedly as she pointed at it.

Loki said a silent thank you as he looked at the necklace.

“It’s beautiful little elskling.”

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“Spellbinding” Sneak Peek

No update today, guys, but you’ll be happy to learn that Chapter 28 is only halfway written and it’s already clocking in at over 3.2k words lol Here’s a little snippet to tide you over until the next update!

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Their breakfast was delivered to their chambers by two palace servants and they decided to enjoy it out on the balcony, watching the city slowly come to life down below and observing the Alfheimians prepare for both their realm’s Midsumarblot festival and the long-awaited coronation of their new queen. (Y/N) dropped her sweet pastry onto her plate in stunned delight when she spotted an Alfheimian woman coaxing a herd of unicorns down a cobblestone street and listened with interest to a group of musicians tuning their instruments by the large flower-covered maypole erected in the center of an open park, all while Loki munched on an apple and happily admired his fiancée from his seat across from her.

“-mentioned that the Asgardian delegation is set to arrive an hour before the coronation begins, and...Loki?”

“Hmm?” A distracted Loki shook himself out of his trance and gave (Y/N) an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, darling, what was that?”

“Before we went to bed last night, Thor told me that the rest of the Asgardian delegation wouldn’t be arriving until an hour before the coronation,” She patiently repeated, casting him an apprehensive glance before shifting in her seat to fully face him. “He also said that Odin wouldn’t be with them.”

The easy-going smile on Loki’s face faltered at the mention of his adoptive father. In the weeks following the Battle of Boston, Loki had been so entirely focused on assisting (Y/N) throughout her lengthy recovery that he’d nearly forgot he committed high treason against the throne of Asgard, and a royal summons delivered to him by Lady Sif and Fandral was what jarringly reminding him of the transgression. With Thor by his side, he returned to his home realm and stood in stony silence while Odin declared him officially pardoned of his crimes against both Midgard and Asgard; the old man avoided making eye contact with him and spoke to the assembly of Asgardians with the same detached formality that he grew up listening to. After all the things they said and did to one another during their last interaction, Loki hadn’t expected anything different and he was slightly surprised by how apathetic it made him feel; he’d sought Odin’s approval his entire life and even after learning the truth of his lineage and attempting to conquer Midgard, a part of him had still longed for it. That part of him no longer existed – not after how cruelly the old man had treated him and how disrespectfully he’d spoken of (Y/N) and Alfheim in their hour of need – but now he was unsure of where he stood with his adoptive father and if he were being honest with himself, it was an issue he wasn’t exactly keen on confronting just yet. “Thor felt that it would be more tactful if he represented Asgard in the Allfather’s place; he earned the Alfheimians’ trust by fighting alongside them on the battlefield even before the Allfather decided to deploy his Einherjar, so it only makes sense that he’d be the one to personally pay Asgard’s respects to Alfheim on such an important day as today.”

(Y/N) nodded in agreement before reaching across the table to hold his hand, the gentleness of her touch instantly calming his agitation. “I think you were very brave to stand up to Odin the way you did. I know that your relationship with him is even more uncertain than it was before, but if he’s not willing to see how utterly amazing you are then it’s truly his loss.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Loki returned her smile and brought their joined hands up to kiss her knuckles in silent thanks; the precious stones of her engagement ring sparkled in the sunlight and while (Y/N) launched into her third recitation of her coronation lines that morning, Loki continued to admire her as he once-again thanked the Norns for sending such an angel into his life.

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There you guys go! Thank you so much for reading, and I can’t wait for you to read the rest!

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[hraunwyf]

a lot of people think of loki as a magic-only combatant and i’m here to say that this is wrong and she’ll rock your shit. loki is trained with almost every class of weapon there is, and wrasslin’ is also a pretty strong asgardian cultural thing that she’d have been expected to perform well at.

of course, loki didn’t have the same natural affinity for feats of strength as her brothers did, back then—but she did have a lot of drive to try and be just as good, and would go through weapons training for a minimum of six hours, sometimes 10-14 hours a day literally for years, working with men-at-arms to develop her personal skill with dexterity and agility to counteract the brute strength more often found in her brethren. (which isn’t to say loki isn’t strong; she was just literally physiologically different from other asgardians.) she was never satisfied with her performance until she could best thor in single combat, which happened only a few times when they were fairly young, but it has happened.

in regards to weapons, loki is often seen with a spear or a longsword. she prefers to keep opponents at a distance, because she has a great tactical advantage in simply being whip-fucking-smart and able to analyze and anticipate an opponent’s next move—so the better she can see you and track you without you being all up in her business, the more dead you are. and you better keep moving, because she certainly will. the footwork is not to be underestimated, and loki tends to give off the impression of prowling when there’s a weapon in her hand.

but i did say she could wrassle. and girl can wrassle. she’s the type who plays with weight and balance and momentum and knows to go low, although the precision with which she can actually do that kind of thing gets lost in her modern propensity to just go bare-knuckle brawling in manhattan streets because honestly? a little scrap is fun every now and then! do not ask how this little lady threw your ass down half the block. maybe you should have been paying attention.

it’s arguably nearly impossible to win any fight against loki, too, because it really depends on how you define winning. i mean—you can’t kill her. i mean, you can, but the girl doesn’t stay dead because it isn’t time for her to be dead yet. the closest you’re going to get is talking her down/persuading her to give up if she’s seriously committed to the bit. because she also doesn’t care about getting injured at all, and will in fact make zero effort to avoid it. and she bruises, gets bones broke, and bleeds like anything does. she just doesn’t care enough, and is fully capable of playing through the pain, so why not? it also gives her a little bit of a shock factor to play with to throw you off, so comme ci, comme ça. whatever.

girl don’t need magic to fuck you up or kill you. and especially if you’re human, don’t make the mistake of thinking that just because loki’s not a real asgardian, she isn’t stronger than you. you ever seen a 5′2″ big titty bimbo pick up a semi? well

#[ UNREMEMBERED / HC. ]

[paragonrobits]

My Circle of Exalted characters I am currently plotting out, one of whom is not an Exalt, badly summarized

Infernal Slayer, a gremlin lady and absolute weird little wretch. her solution to everything is punches that nuke you with hate lasers. eats everything, including the things that are not possible to eat. whenever she powers up she mutates into a variety of weird freakazoid monsters. perpetually horny, gluttonous and weird at all times. is the single nicest person you’ll ever meet and believes the best in people, including her Yozi masters, the jury is out if she is hopelessly naive or if the same experiences that got her an Infernal Exaltation gave her such low expectations of humanity that she expects way too much goodness from the slightest signs of not being a complete garbage heap. She’s what happens if you make the Hulk, Asura from Asura’s Wrath and Hellboy do a fusion dance, and filter the result through Steven Universe while desperately trying to reconcile the narratively inappropriate powers of Endless Horror with the attitude of It’s ME, EVERYONE’S FRIEND

Solar Twilight. A cat beastfolk or some kind of cat-adjacent wyld mutant constantly apologizing for her existence to the point of naming herself after the garbage you get rid off after smelting because no one wanted it. She’s actually really good at a lot of things from punching to teaching to crafting All The Things, and she still feels like she needs to be Better to be worthy of the Sun’s favor (Though the jury is out if the Sun actually had any input this time).

Lunar Full Moon. Was originally a beastman of a vaguely tyrant lizard disposition but managed to create a human form after Exaltation; he didn’t have a deep seated hatred of his body, he just felt like it. His spirit shape is a tyrant lizard, he’s just the hugest buffest guy you ever did see, and he deliberately puts on a variety of personas and fronts to mislead enemies or troll people for giggles. He’s essentially Grimlock from Transformers translated into Exalted terms (albiet not as an Alchemical, even if that would make more sense); he’s a very smart guy who weaponizes an assumption of him as a rampaging brute specifically to pull one over on enemies. Is quickly developing a reinassance man and polymath vibe.

Dragon-Blooded Air Caste from a confederation of nomadic tribes living way out in the Wyld, and consequently does not know or care what the Immaculate Order is or why people assume she should be yelling at those obviously chosen by the gods (or at least god-adjacent glowy things) as anathema or whatever. A shaman and dealer with spirits who is trying very hard to maintain an air of professionalism and suppress her desire to be extremely sassy all the time. She’s also what they technically call ‘fucking huge’ because her tribe regarded mutations as an indication of innate talents and nothing more, and she’s got the Giant merit, she’s ten feet tall and disappointed in how doorways are so closed in. Has a bone to pick with a Deathlord that is a very blatant stand-in for Sauron.

Lunar Changing Moon, spirit shape is a spider. THIS LADY. OH MAN, THIS LADY. she is just goddamn weird and gremlin, even worse than the Infernal. Her favored ATtributes are Intelligence and Dexterity, caste is Appearance and Manipulation, and this winds up creating a weird mad scientist witch who loves terrifying and seducing people at complete random, stealing forms and tricking enemies into feuding against each other, and duping foes into attacking duplicate fakes who were carrying way too much firedust. no one even knows where she gets it or why she likes explosions so much. She’s really looking forward to learning Charms to make her other forms big so she can turn into a spider the size of a tyrant lizard, hide in someone’s palace and jump out going ‘BOOGA BOOGA!’. She’s heavily inspired by Loki, specifically the older stories of him that we got.

Alchemical Jade Caste; a proof of concept prototype of the Dragon-Blooded that remained in Creation and woke up as a result of shadowland incursions and desperate refugees accidentally hitting a ‘You Got The Touch’ button. She’s a perfect Champion and arguably shaping up to be a leader of the Circle as a whole, assuming they don’t just decide things at random. She’s especially clueless as to the political realities of the Age of Sorrows as all she has to run on are the vague memories of her past lives, which are all firmly remembering the Dragon Kings running the show and she’s a bit concerned how things seem kind of... more screwed up than she might have liked. She’s otherwise an ideal heroine, though just as goofy and weird as the rest of the crew, and a highly versatile wunderkind. She’s basically a cute robot mom version of Optimus Prime, though she’s got a ways to go before she can go all giant robot. (using Transhuman Manifold Implants for the size increase Alchemicals can get isn’t quite the same.)

Dragon King sleeper of the Anklok breed, arguably the most experienced of the bunch though what remains of his conscious recollection suggests that he was something of a laid-back sage before he went to sleep. He’s honestly not sure; something went extremely wrong with the chamber holding him in stasis, and a lot of his previous skills, memory and abilities have been severely damaged. They’re still there, just... locked away, only gradually coming back. The languages he DOES speak are either lost or scholarly curiousities, leaving him having a very difficult time communicating with anyone, but he’s nonetheless managed to amass a bunch of followers and he feels obligated to look after them, and he’s managed to pick up a Solar Eclipse ally despite his gentle hints that she should go back and be a proper heroine to her city-state rather than trying to be his disciple. Leaning towards being a bit of a crafter with an atypical interest in the Solid Earth, Growing Wood and Shaping Wood paths, which are being narratively justified as him gradually remembering the Paths he DID study in his old life. (The current assumption is that he was a very serious scholar and savant, and will in turn teach the interested members of the Circle the basics of artifact creation and manse building later on.) He’s basically Spear from Primal as a dinosaur-man, to the extend of inevitably going to get a white jade/adamant spear as a gift once the circle gets powerful enough to feasibly make something like that.

(Every single one of them has at least one cat familiar, regardless of how little sense it makes. Some of them are air elementals that take on cat form, others are regular cats that have been gradually mutated, and others are perfectly ordinary cats. but this is a Circle of weirdos who have cats. And one of them that IS a cat. Possibly. Depending on how you look at it. Ironically its neither of the two Lunars.)

#exalted #OCs #queued #i've been hesitant to actually share info about the because while i've been doing this project since December of 2022 #im wary of how it will feel to actual lore and all that #STILL WHY THE HECK NOT #i love these weirdos

[c-m-li]

Marvel’s Moon Knight was a fun adventure that I wasn’t expecting - (spoilers below)

So I knew pretty much nothing about Moon Knight going into it. I saw the trailer and thought it looked awesome, but that’s it.

I liked doing the thing where I wait for all of the episodes to be out before I watch so that I can binge them (i had to log out of pinterest to prevent spoilers) and I have to say that based on the vague reviews I’ve seen, I expected it to be absolute trash.

But honestly -

Moon Knight was pretty fucking awesome.

I really liked the horror undertone that they played up, mostly in the first episode or two, but it was pretty cool. There are some parts where I was like, that’s gonna scare kids, but still very cool. (I’m talking about that first scene where the jackal jumped out of the dark at him)

Oscar Isaac was a great actor, how he switched between Marc and Steven so well. (it was reminiscent of M. Night Shyamalan’s Split) And the end credit reveal of a third persona hit the sweet spot bc it might have felt too crowded if Jake had been there a lot in the earlier episodes. Maybe if there had been more episodes then they could’ve done that, but I’m not mad at the reveal bc I had been wondering if they were gonna acknowledge that there was clearly a third persona or not.

I was waiting for the child abuse reveal bc that’s what the literature has been telling us on how DID is created, usually by extreme trauma. I’m really glad that they waited until the penultimate episode to reveal that and it was probably my favorite episode of the season with all the background info.

Layla was badass and I too am in love with her. I was so relieved when she was shown to be such a good fighter and they didn’t nerf her after introducing her like they did with lady loki in loki. And she was totally a smuggler and art thief right? Like they were talking earlier about how she steals artifacts and she was like, well they were already stolen before I did, I’m just returning them which, thank you for acknowledging the history of cultural theft in archeology.

It was interesting seeing how Ammit and Khonshu reflected each other in their ideologies, very much a two sides of the same coin kind of thing. They both seek to punish evil and enact vengeance on wrongdoers, and it’s a very black and white kind of outlook for both of them. One of my favorite scenes is where Steven and Arthur Harrow sit down and talk about the ideologies and Harrow basically tries to convert Steven over to Ammit’s side.

The differences between the two is that Ammit kills those with the potential for wrongdoing while Khonshu punishes those who have chosen to do wrong. One is predestination and the other is freewill.

The scenes where all the different gods get together were some of the best scenes, however, I’m gonna be that asshole bc it bothered me every time I saw it but -

The Egyptian gods didn’t have actual animal heads. They are depicted that way in art to represent how they had human forms and animal forms.

I also appreciate how the big fight scene at the end didn’t focus on Ammit and Khonshu fighting. At this point, it’s predictable in the Marvel movie/TV show that the hero and the villain will have their big CGI fight as the finale, but while it did have that, it focused mostly on the fights between Moon Knight, Harrow, and Layla which I really liked.

I liked the psychological thriller aspect of it. In the beginning it was very much a what the hell is happening question, and while that lessened as the show went on, we’re left with the question of the chicken or the egg - who is the original personality, Marc or Steven? Which they don’t answer until the penultimate episode. (i thought Steven was the core personality) But it still hangs onto the element bc the psych ward scenes really brought into question if any of it had happened at all.

I honestly don’t know what egregious errors this show committed to get such negative reviews and criticism that I’ve been seeing, but I loved it, I will be rewatching it, and I can’t wait for season two.

(is it because it’s supposed to be a part of the mcu and people are giving themselves aneurysms trying to fit it into the pre-existing framework of marvel?)

#moon knight #egyptian mythology #marc specter #steven grant #oscar isaac #may calamawy #layla el faouly #layla was a reverse indiana jones

[lokisprettygirl]

Hello my dear, I wish you a wonderful weekend 😊🌞

TB is my obsession 💚🖤. The dream-scene had me screaming, my Lady you're killing me 😅🥵...the vision of Loki's choc-cock is now engraved in my mind forever (right next to the freezer 🤣🤣)🍫

As I expected it happend and Loki spent the night with Paris 🥺😝😝😝. Y/n is pouting, jealous, angry and behaves like a toddler....of course she is...she's in love with him. He's there for her, she trusts him, listens to him and then he dissapointed her somehow...but he had no other choice🥺😢. And one thing is for sure, he doesn't love Paris, he loves his baby y/n and want to stay with her whatever it takes 🥺🥺❤️💚

He doesn't understand how he always makes women crave him sexually? 🤣🤣🤣... come on Loki, you're just too handsome and sexy 😏... but I get it, seriously. To look handsome and sexy can be curse and blessing at the same time and it's sad that none of these women see the man in him who has feelings and wants to be loved and wants to give love 🥺.

You're absolutely right, we all should be very grateful for food but I get it why y/n did it and she regretted it immediately...and Loki regrets to have pushed her back into her shell again. They want to stay and stick together and they don't know how 🥺😭...it's a long way for them to go.

Steve 😝 "he's my son in law, this is his house..." I just want to throw up 🤮. I'm pretty sure y/n has to make the same sacrifice like Loki did...Steve will appear in her room and claim his right to sleep with her just to humiliate and bully her afterwards to hurt her further.😭😭😢😢

Why did Steve miss "Auntie" so much? Is she one of his whores too? She's disgusting and unsympathetic like all the others in this crappy family 💀

I'm so happy that y/n and Loki talked to each other, first in text messages and later face to face...communication is everything.

Their age gap is definitely sexy (they're adults and if it's with consent everything is fine)...baby, darling, sweet y/n...that's sooo cute 😭🥰 and all the filthy thoughts when they talked with each other...the tension you create between them is *chefkiss* 🥺🥰😏

The last line makes me curious and I want to know what happend. Is Paris really gone forever 🤔? Can't barely wait for the next chapter 😅. I'm addicted to TB and to you my Queen 👑 💕 and as you already know...

ILYSM 💚💚💚❤️🖤🖤🖤💋

Loki's choc cock is what I'll feast on everyday and I don't even like chocolate 😂

He's so humble about his good looks, I love people who are oblivious to the fact that they turn heads, when they walk into a room all eyes are on them. I have only met only one person like that in my life and they're very rare. Loki is definitely one of them 🥺🥺💚

She's used to throwing stuff around and at people whenever she's angry so that's something shell have to work on because she wouldn't to hurt him when she's angry.

We will find out about Paris and also Steve's excitement for suzzanah 👀👀

I love you so much dear 😍😍💚

Love the gifssss🥵

#asks #mcufan72 #the bodyguard

[pleb-the-original]

Day 18: Reverse

(I knew from the start that this prompt was absolutely gonna be about the reverse of the common fallen angel: the ascended demon. The hardest part was coming up with a good premise behind them, although I managed to stumble into another catalog entry. Also before you ask, Treefoil got away with talking to them because they’re the child of a demon and a fae so technically they don’t count as a demon. Hopefully I can get a bit more of these knocked out at a time with the extra break time I have now.) Goodness gracious! My apologies, it's just that you startled me. I mean I knew I was supposed to come down here but I didn’t expect all this. Am-am I even allowed to talk to you right now? Really? Which one? Fortuna? Wasn’t expecting her. Oh no, it's just that I’ve heard that most people go to Loki in order to contact any of us in heaven. But how? We aren’t even allowed to talk to demons. Ohhhh, clever. Anyways, why exactly have you come to all this trouble just for me? An interview? Well if it gets more of them to see the light, figuratively and literally, then I’ll oblige. My name is Cori and I am an ascended demon. Don’t worry, none of the rumors are true, we all joined the light willingly. I myself did so quite enthusiastically. I used to be a fortune demon, specifically one invoking the power of the four leaf clover. You might be able to find me in Lady Luck’s records, but I would prefer you not to mention that old name. Wait, really? What a coincidence! So then you must understand the intricacies of the job then. Well, I went a little overboard. I knew we were only supposed to grant good luck to those that did the rituals and had the charms necessary to do so, but I just granted fortune indiscriminately. All I wanted was for people to be happy, even for just a moment. Lady Luck didn’t appreciate that too much. I should be surprised but considering what I’ve heard of her latest controversies I doubt she was mad at me for ruining the balance. It was definitely an ego thing. I think my frequent trips up here was how I was scouted by the angels. Now, we’re not exactly permitted to tell anyone how the angels initially contact you but I was. Over time we kept meeting and discussing. They convinced me that the best way to keep granting happiness to humans was to become one of them. Which makes sense, what happiness can really be spread from my old home which was full of pain and suffering? Soon enough, I packed up everything and they fully converted me. They chose Coriander to remind me to nurture my generosity like a garden. Now I’m truly happy. What’s life like in heaven? Well it's certainly different. It encompasses all of us ascended demons but most angels tend to look at us differently. I think they’re in awe of our virtue or something. I even got adopted into an angelic family and they’re the kindest people I’ve ever met. I think that’s the most I can say really. They tend to have us on a bit of a closer watch considering our past. Personally, I think it's a little unfair but we’ve been working on pushing past that with Clara spearholding. It was nice sharing my story anyhow, and I hope it brings hope to others lost like me.(Well that was…weird. Did you guys set me up to this or something? You just HAD to give the clover based Ashen who also has a side gig in luck the ascended demon that used to be the exact same. Very funny. Don’t worry, she convinced me of jack shit. I prefer using my luck to trick people into hard falls from grace once my colleagues get their hands on them. Still an interesting perspective for the Catalog. I get why this was necessary, but next time get me a job that doesn’t hold up a weird mirror. -Treefoil.) 

#chimeraquest #writing #creative writing #reverse #why aren't there more stories about demons being redeemed to angels? #I mean yeah seeing the fall of a holy entity is cool #but also the prospect of a being of pure evil proving themselves to be not can also be a good story hook #also TIL that some people call clover trefoil