#mischieftomake

[ask-xi]

This new collection of universes to explore was absolutely thrilling. XI had never been to places where time wasn't fixed and it was both horribly frustrating and beautifully freeing all at once. Now and then he had the sense that there were select points that wouldn't budge, but these threads were so much more relaxed and his hybrid TARDIS didn't grumble at all on slipping between them.

Off on his own adventures while his husband cavorted elsewhere, this Doctor parked where his ship decided this time. Perhaps it was somewhere she thought he should see. Perhaps someone needed help (he was somewhat back in that business again now).

Clad in his favourite black-and-red waistcoat and a pair of black jeans, XI stepped out onto a balcony that overlooked one of the most stunning cities he had ever seen. Golden spires and turrets; smooth stone; cascading waterfalls bursting with rainbows; vast mountains; distant forests; and glittering waves. Paradise.

"Blimey, now that is a view."

@mischieftomake

#one idiot time lord crashing your chambers #t: men of many faces #mischieftomake

[killmebutneverinsultme]

@mischieftomake continued from here:

Loki paused mid-stride to turn and shoot the other man a disbelieving glance over his shoulder. Questions about the man’s obvious lack of sanity lingered on the tip of his tongue, but he breathed a long, deep sigh and bit them back. It wasn’t worth starting what he was sure would prove to be an extremely frustrating argument. He’d had enough of those in the past few days. “The void at the end of time,” he said instead, turning back and continuing to make his way around the prow of the ship. “Put simply: a place for things that are deemed too disruptive to the perceived ‘correct’ order of events. An inescapable prison in which few were able to survive save for me.” He smirked. “Inescapable, until now.” He drew to a stop once more having reached the other side of the ship, placed his hands on his hips and stared out at the featureless view that greeted him. “I can’t deny that it was far more interesting than this place, though.” He frowned. “Surely there’s more to it than this.”

Naturally, Jack didn't fully understand what was meant by the answer he was given. Not in the context Loki knew it. He squinted in thought at the man whose confidence rivalled his own.

"You sure you got out of it? Sounds pretty much the spit of this place. Very void-y, outside of time, and me? I'm exceptionally disruptive. You ain't finding a way out of 'ere before I do, mate. Cap'n Jack Sparrow's a master at it an' if I've not found the exit, be buggered if you will. Anyway, there is more to it than this. How's about you tell me what I can call you an' I'll be more inclined to share."

#omg lmao #yeah it would not go well at all asking 3 wishes off him XD #these poor tricksters and their facing themselves #t: trickster oubliette #v: at world's end #mischieftomake

[merchantofwhispers]

@mischieftomake | Moved x

No comfort was given by the strange wizard's response. Her lips thinned into a line as her discomfort became visible on her face, nostrils flaring and lips twisting into a scowl. She didn't look back at Loki for this though, almost fearing that if she did she might see something past him.

"I'm afraid you may be right. There was a voice loud as thunder, but it was so much more than that."

Gemina stared into the darkness ahead of them. While the actual words spoken were rapidly fading in her mind, their meaning and the cold fingers that had moved across her mind were not. "I don't know if understanding is the right way to describe it. Consciously, the words were unfamiliar, but somehow I-.. Knew it was calling me."

Somehow it had rendered her entirely frozen. Her limbs had not been her own in those terrifying few seconds. Yet she decided -- for her own safety -- not to disclose that bit to her companion.

"I understood that it wanted me to stay. I-.. Felt it's hunger. Whatever that creature is it's immensely powerful and we've woken up. Let's hope your barrier is enough to keep it in."

#mischieftomake #c; Gemina #v; main #/waves

[iamthexweapon]

@mischieftomake liked for a starter!

Retirement wasn't something that Steve really knew how to handle. With Sam taking up the title of Captain America, Steve felt at a complete loss of how to handle his new found freedom. He hadn't taken a break in nearly 20 years (before and after the fall into the ice). He didn't know how to put down the mantle he had forged for himself. So he created a routine in hopes that would relieve his listlessness.

Steve spent his days doing the same routine he created 4 years ago. Something his former Avengers turned friends gave him a hard time about all the time. But today, the routine changed. As he was walking through the park as he did at exactly 8 am every morning, a familiar figure left Steve in disbelief. "You gotta be shittin' me." He grumbled. "Look, I don't have time to be talking to ghosts." Lie. He had nothing but time these days.

But, Steve being Steve approached the figure and cleared his throat to get his attention, "You make a habit of coming to Central Park?" He asked in a tone that made it sound like he was discussing the weather. He didn't want to alert the people around him and cause a scene.

#mischieftomake #IC; Steve #{v; man out of time}

[benevolentgodloki]

@mischieftomake continued from here:

A wicked grin spread over Loki’s face in response to his companion’s words. It felt so good to be accompanied by someone who didn’t try to hold him back for once, who didn’t question or quibble because they were on the same page from the beginning (or at least since the beginning of this little ordeal). A dull ache faintly made itself known in some distant part of his heart, as he was reminded of how it sometimes felt to work side by side with Thor on those occasions that they managed to be like minded enough to be compliments to one another rather than clashing- something that had happened less and less frequently as the centuries wore on.

“Anything that can easily be crushed under the heel of a boot. I’ve had enough of people standing in my way for the rest of the century.” His smile wavered just a little, as he couldn’t help but notice that the man with the clipboard whose transformation and subsequent death they were loudly plotting didn’t seem concerned in the slightest by their discussion. In fact, his expression barely seemed to have changed at all from the bored and irritated one he’d been wearing since he and his other self had been dropped into the room.

Perhaps he simply didn’t understand who he was dealing with. Or perhaps he was just arrogant, or stupid. Whatever it was, he would soon learn from his mistake.

Fuelled on by his double's encouragement, Loki matched the grin. Any reasonable man would be quaking in his boots at the sight of two Lokis about to invoke their wrath. Somewhere at the back of his mind there was a wise god trying to point out that the man was not even slightly perturbed by them. Everyone here had treated them with practical disinterest.

But he had an image to maintain, another Loki to impress. This clipboarded fool was going to become a cockroach.

"Absolutely. I couldn't agree more."

He thrust a hand out at the bureaucrat, snarling in premature triumph.

Loki's face fell. He looked at his hand, out of which not even a puff of seidr had channelled.

"Er... hang on, let me try that again."

It was the mind sceptre and Tony Stark all over again, except this was his magic, not a malfunctioning weapon.

Teeth bared, Loki cast both his palms toward the unfazed intended insect.

Nothing. It was like being frozen at room temperature, his magic completely inert.

"It's not working," he hissed at his companion. Would it be better or worse if it turned out the other Loki was capable?

#lokis be dumbs sometimes XD #moved to new beta post #t: double trouble #v: time fugitive #mischieftomake

[wintersovereign]

@mischieftomake || Continued from here

Loki expression is contemplative as he falls back into step beside her, studying her profile as they walk- or at least, as much as he can while still paying enough attention to where he’s going to avoid tripping over. He’s not sure why he feels inclined to believe her, particularly when she’s blatantly lying to him and his natural inclination in most situations is to believe the worst of everyone. But he lets the subject drop.

“A blight causing draugr? You sound very certain for a woman who only minutes ago was trying to argue that draugr don’t exist and that this couldn’t possibly be the work of the undead,” he says lightly, a smug grin on his face. “I never tire of people admitting that I’m right.”

“The wells could be worth a look. At the very least taking some samples of the water now might save us a trip later.” His expression sobers. “We should make sure no-one drinks from them until we’re sure it’s safe. I’d prefer to keep the number of problems we have to deal with at once to a minimum.”

“I didn’t say you’re right, I’m simply entertaining the idea for the sake of our relationship.” She returns his smug expression with a softer one that turns somber when he mentions the well water possibly being contaminated.

“That means we can’t trust any potable water from the area, which is a large portion of the farms along Vindmolleveien road and potentially into Harmon village.” Large was an understatement. The winding road that led to the Windmills and adjacent farmlands was huge. All of Arendelle’s food comes from those farms and if this blight spreads it could infect New Asgard, too. The settlement was still under Elsa’s jurisdiction and she feels responsible for it’s citizens. This realization kept Elsa relatively quiet as they continued their walk to the stables and for several minutes into their ride to So Yun’s farm.

When they arrived there was a thick tension in the air that unsettled Elsa. She could feel her magic responding to it. Tingling in her veins, trying to tell her something was very wrong. As they approached the shapes in the pasture became clear. At least one hundred head of cattle lay catatonic in the field. 

#mischieftomake #mischieftomake 002

[thunderbringer]

𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡   𝐚𝐬   𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬   𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤   at   the   other   that   has   stolen   his   brother’s   face.      for   once,   thor   believes   loki   to   be   dead   and   it   was   not   a   TRICK   this   time.   yes,   he   mourned   those   other   times,   but   nothing   ever   felt   as   finite   as   when   thanos   snuffed   the   light   from   his   brother’s   eyes   and   stole   the   breath   right   from   his   chest.      now   it   feels   as   the   same   is   being   done   to   him   as   he   glares   ahead   of   him   @mischieftomake​​   unsure   of   what   to   do,   but   whoever   this   is   knows   what   that   bluish   glow   in   the   thunderer’s   eyes   means.   

‘   i’m   not   your   enemy   !’   the   imposter   exclaims.   but   oh   the   god   is   not   so   sure.   

❝      speak   fast   and   speak   plain   for   i   am   not   so   forgiving   for   imposters   who   would   try   to   make   a   mockery   of   my   brother’s   existence   .   ❞   the   god   nearly   growls   and   ready   to   call   for   his   weapon   at   a   moment’s   notice.   

random action themed prompts. 

#mischieftomake #🌪∴ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ━ 『 inbox 』 #he is not playing OH BOY

[thetricksterslove]

@mischieftomake​

When was that Viking spirit meant to kick in? The blade in Sigyn’s hand felt far too heavy and she had half a mind to cast it aside and rely on the magic that had been part of her for as long as she could remember. The battlefield stretched out before them, Thanos’ monsters pouring onto it, and in some distant part of her mind she saw another, from another life and a forgotten death, strewn with blood and bodies. Letting out a slow breath, she drew closer to Loki, although she had yet to find the chance to explain who she was, to give any introduction but that of being, long ago, of Asgard and willing to fight. 

“My prince?” she breathed - you loved me once and I need you to remember now lest I lose you again - and lost her nerve. “Thank you, for the dagger, but I think I’m better off without it,” she held it out to him, handle first.

#For your Bet You Thought You’d Seen the Last of Me (Post Endgame) verse? #mischieftomake #mischieftomake: One Last Battle

[strxngemxgick]

@mischieftomake asked:  pain makes people change.

Meme /// Accepting

Stephen couldn’t help the bitter laugh he offered in response, the sound gripped with regret and choked by his own painful memories. They settled as physical reminders in his hands as his fingers tightened around his mug, allowing the warmth of the tea within to seep through the ceramic against his skin. They manifested in phantom aches of scars only present in would-be realities, the tortures of Dormammu still a fear at the forefront of his mind. Stephen couldn’t help but think that he had gone through a fair bit of change since his accident. He worried that he still had much change to experience throughout his new career, however long it may last. Those worries that resonated like wicked specters in his head, slipping between the cracks of memories and settling as doubt and hesitation. 

He could see the ghosts that still haunted Loki, as well. At least, so he believed. The god had consistently been a thorn in the Avengers’ side since their career began, but Thor still seemed to harbor some hope for his adopted sibling. Stephen had seen it in the glint of cautious fondness in his gaze, and the sparks of grief and anger and love still present as they had spoken of him on his search for Odin. He wasn’t aware of the full story, despite his extensive research - and secret trips to the Asgardian libraries, which he assumed were alright, given Heimdall’s lack of reprimand for his trespassing. He doubted that he ever would be. But families had secrets that ran deep, and grievances that tended to be particularly persistent. Especially royal families. Especially godly royal families, Stephen imagined. The sorcerer couldn’t say he sympathized in that regard, but he did know pain.

He took a sip of his tea, casting a glance to the cup he had poured for the famed God of Mischief and watching as steam lifted from the teacup, anew. “So it does,” he finally spoke, carefully setting aside his mug on a nearby end table. His fingers laced together, set in his lap. “But I can’t say that such change is enough to assure me that you’ll not cause problems, now that your residence on Earth is more... permanent. We’ll still be keeping a close eye on New Asgard.” And, Stephen felt he didn’t have to say, a particularly close eye on you.

#mischieftomake #summoned /// answered #across the multiverse /// rp

[theamazingloki]

@mischieftomake​

They were, Loki thought, perhaps the only child in all of the universe who had been shown every possibility of who they might be, when grown, and yet destined to never be given that chance. They’d met Lokis who had chosen the path of heroes, in the rather madcap manner that meant for any of them, and others who had left themselves become corrupted by madness and called a villain for that. The truth of what they were, kept from them in their long-since lost timeline, had been betrayed by a variant of blue skin and eyes like cinders who had quick been chased off by the others, less accepted than even those who had embraced darkness rather than light. Lokis were all as undeterminable as the roll of dice and as governed by the laws of chance, of chaos. 

Loki considered the man before them, drawing themself up to their full height, still a head shorter than any of the twins of souls that were their subjects. What path of possibilities had this man’s life taken? Had his sin, in the eyes of the TVA, been righteousness or a deeper depth of wrong? “Were you never taught to bow when first introduced to a king?” they asked, with an expression of perfect, fabricated seriousness.

#mischieftomake #mischieftomake: Once and Future #Variant: The Killer #Alt FC cause there are zero resources for Jack

[edgebled]

(  @mischieftomake​ gets a thing ! ) 

    it’s been a long six months since the final battle. a long time of isolation on tony’s part. it was easier, so much easier than thinking about the losses. sure, they won the war. but the costs felt endless. and, okay, admittedly, tony was being a little selfish. licking his own literal wounds. 

    was it really that bad that he didn’t want anyone to see him in the state he’d been in? both physically and mentally? 

    but now-- here he was. standing near the newly rebuilt complex for whatever remained of the avengers-- old and new. he’s just out of sight of any attention for now. sticking to the shade of trees. not yet diving in. but apparently, that didn’t matter for much. 

    he nearly jolts at the presence nearby, brows knitting together more so when he notes just who it is. 

    “you.” he states, voice plain. “playing good guy now, are we? or just lurking, being nosey?” 

#𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦?┆post endgame arc. #mischieftomake #okay i kept it vAGUE to not assume which of your verses but <33

[starkastichotmess]

@mischieftomake asked: “Why are you always trying to stick your nose in my business?”

"Why do you always have to be so stubborn?" Tony snaps right back at him, throwing his arms up into the air in frustration. "Is it really so hard to believe that someone might actually give a shit about you?"

The moment the words are out of his mouth, he stops, seeming to deflate in an instant as he sighs wearily. "Okay, yeah, given Point Break and the rest of them, I guess it is, huh? But you know what, Lokes? I'm. Not. Them."

#mischieftomake #i'm game ( ic ) #lost in space & time ( verse tbd ) #official consulting hours ( answered )

[killmebutneverinsultme]

@mischieftomake continued from here:

“Well, in that case I’ll be sure to be very vocal about anything I dislike. I certainly wouldn’t want to be the cause of any errors.” He grinned, suppressing a rather immature joke and an equally immature giggle about the word ‘topman’. Usually when he was drunk his tongue entirely bypassed his dignity and his brain, but it seemed the latter two were still able to put up a weak resistance. He downed more of the rum in order to rectify the problem. He wanted to ask exactly how vast the seas of Midgard were- his brief visits thus far had been confined almost entirely to the land- but couldn’t think of a way to phrase the question that wouldn’t sound distinctly un-human. There were, in fact, a great number of questions he wanted to ask, about the sea, the ship somehow touched by magic in a world barren of it, and the intriguing man who captained her, but now didn’t seem the time to give voice to them. “I quite enjoy heights,” he said instead, his mind flitting briefly to the joy of flying in the form of a bird. “Perhaps if you were to give me a brief overview of how the ship is run I could give some suggestions as to what might suit.” He frowned thoughtfully at the rum bottle in his hand. “But not now. Tomorrow. Unless you care to explain it twice.”

Jack laughed and raised his bottle once again. "Very wise, that. Once you find your feet enough, make your way on deck. Mr Gibbs will kit you out with a hammock. If you can't find him straight off, he's like as not passed out on the dock where we're moored. We'll start getting underway at dawn. Then you can ask Gibbs or find me to put you to task. We'll see if you're cut out for a life of peril an' adventure."

It usually went against his common sense to sign a man up who didn't know a stay from a spanker, but beggars couldn't be choosers when a healthy, strong man with wits and a very easy on the eye face wanted to step into a high turnover position.

"Welcome aboard, mate."

#lmaooo #crew just going to be so freaked out by this man #they're already wigged out enough by Jack's luck #feel free to timeskip to the morning during your post :D #t: the drunk frost giant #mischieftomake

[merchantofwhispers]

//Loki does not want to participate in this meme and that's exactly why I decided to do it and I also think it's funny how many of the criteria he fits

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"Christ above, what a waste. He's so attractive until he opens his bloody mouth."

(@mischieftomake)

#submission #/Mina: Youre hot but you're fucking insufferable #Loki x Gemina #/theyre getting their own tag just because i wanna be able to look back on this and laugh at the possible frenemies #mischieftomake

[blckwid0w]

THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them.

“Loki--” The sickly sweet greeting and the curve of her lips disguised the apprehension Natasha still held for the ‘god’ before her. Well, before her was a loose term. Her eyes scanned the room, then landed on the figure once more. He very well could be snickering off in some corner, illusions seemed to be a favourite of his.

“You have my attention.” Red hair skimmed over the woman’s shoulder as her head dipped to the side in mock amusement. “Now where is it? I’m very busy today. And your made up games are about as exciting as a child’s.”

@mischieftomake

#mischieftomake

[benevolentgodloki]

@mischieftomake (sorry I had to move it again because tumblr decided it wasn't new beta 😭) continued from here

Loki’s immediate instinct on seeing his other self’s failure was to respond with derision- perhaps an eye roll and an exasperated sigh. A metamorphosis on an unwilling target wasn’t a simple feat of magic by any means, but for him- or rather, for them- it shouldn’t have been particularly difficult. He’d had plenty of practice over the centuries, usually with Thor as his guinea pig (sometimes literally), and with the man helpfully staying still and not appearing to put up any sort of resistance, it should have been almost easy. But it was precisely that which gave him pause. He’d seen first hand that this Loki was skilled with magic, so it stood to reason that whatever it was that was stopping him, might also stop Loki himself. Better to gloat after the fact if he was successful than to set himself up for humiliation with a show of confidence. With that in mind, he limited his reaction to a small quirk of one eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘it’s not working’?” He raised his own hands and called to his magic. But the familiar rush of energy didn’t come. Frowning, he tried something smaller. A well-practised flick of his wrist to call a dagger to his hand. Nothing. He stared at his empty hand, a mix of shock and horror rising in his chest, then turned his head to the man with the clipboard with renewed hatred in his gaze.

The small man continued to regard them with disinterest, as if he'd seen this happen a hundred times, and Loki was beginning to realise he probably had.

"Please step through the barrier one at a time and then move along."

Somewhat defeated, Loki walked through, eyes closed just on the off-chance he was about to be disintegrated. Only a blink of light happened followed by a printout of something. Before he could ask what it was or check his double's progress, a pair of hunters strolled in and secured his arms. Why was everyone so strong here? Didn't they know he was Asgardian?

"Unhand me! I demand to speak to someone in charge."

"You will wait your turn to be processed," the hunter to his right snarled and waved a pruning stick under his nose. 

Loki swallowed and stood very still.

#gonna dive in your IMs sometime so we can plot some of the future of stuff :D #t: double trouble #v: time fugitive #mischieftomake