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unityrain24 · 4 months

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anyways was thinking of a thor ragnarok rewrite last night as sleep refused to take me. obviously it can't be exactly like actual ragnarok bc marvel/mcu's norse stuff is..nothing like actual norse lore but i figured it could still have some more similarities than what the actual movie did.

(also if i were to rewrite the movie this isn't actually what id do, this was just. idk. what i was thinkin about as i was desperate to actually falll asleep).

anyways i figured this rewrite would actually work best if it rewrote the end of tdw first- loki gets stabbed by kruse and passes out for a while (rather than being able to pick himself back up in secret like what actually happened) and in that time odin senses that loki isn't dead and sends some guards to collect him. since loki technically broke the law *again* (committed treason, escaped jail, etc), he can enforce even more punishment, especially now that frigga is dead and she can't do anything about it. That, combined with some prophecy from midgard (or maybe asgard, idk) as an excuse added justifying reason, he sentences loki to the worst thing he can think up: to be bound against a rock with a snake dripping venom on him, his lips sewn shut so he can never lie again, forced to be in his jotun form, for all of eternity. In the deepest dungeon.

Thor obviously doesn't know about any of this, because he thinks loki dead.

so loki is taken, bound to a rock (idk if it's really work to have him bound with organs tho, since he doesn't have children in the mcu. maybe it's his..pet's? or maybe just chain. idk.), a snake coiled above him, seiðr bound, lips sewn shut, and his æsir form taken. He is completely alone, save the guards outside the chamber.

i don't really ship logyn in the mcu, (bc she doesn't exist in the mcu and their relationship feels to me like it would span for several centuries prior, so just randomly introducing her in one movie would seem strange to me), but i follow some people who do, so i wondered how i could incorporate that anyways, and make it not seem too strange.

Sigyn is one of the guards who has a shift guarding loki's chambers. She feels awful about it though, and eventually decides she has to do something to help. She ventures into the chamber and decides to catch the dripping venom with her helmet.

She also tries to cut the stitches from lokis lips, but when one string is cut, it doubles and repierces the skin, now twice the strength. She tries again, cutting them all at once this time (rather than individually), and grabs them all at once and pulls them out before they can multiply and repair themselves (luckily this time it works). She almost regrets it, though, as now she has to hear loki scream himself hoarse, and she can't do anything else to ease the pain.

she stays for several weeks/months/idk, holding the helmet above loki, having to empty it every so often. Perhaps she gets to know loki in this time, perhaps she doesn't. Perhaps she notices a certain brand on his shoulder, perhaps she does not. Perhaps she knew loki vaguely before, and now muses to herself what could have possibly changed him. Perhaps she didn't know him before, and doesn't muse. I don't know. But eventually she decides she needs to find and tell thor.

as hard as it is, she leaves loki to suffer alone (she tries to see if she can leave the helmet or fashion some contraption to make sure the poison cannot get in his eyes, but she cannot). After some searching and asking, she finds the mourning sullen prince thor and tells him what has occurred. Thor, now filled with joy, rage, guilt, horror, and sadness, breaks loki out with sigyn.

Loki is a mess. He has gone blind- whether temporarily or permanently is unknown- and has visible burns from the acid venom. His hairs a mess and his skin sweaty and thin. You can see his rib cage with how thin he's become. He wasn't allowed much clothes at the start of his punishment, but what few he had have been burned by the venom as well. He can't walk. He's barely conscious, and what little bit he is is just filled with delirium. They basically have to carry him.

They hide away from asgard (or at least the palace). And then ragnarok gets unleashed and they have to fix it etc and in the end they realize that it wasn't literally loki's being freed that incited ragnarok, but it was necessary for him to be freed so they could help stop/fix it/lessen the damage etc idk i was pretty tired at this point i wasn't thinking of details. anyways

idk if that made any sense lol but i'll tag the logyn people i follow/was thinking of

@therese-lokidottir @jonquilclegane @cosmic0artist

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tripleyeeet · 10 months

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RUNNING AWAY IS EASY

PAIRINGS: Loki Laufeyson & Gender Neutral Reader

SUMMARY: After a mission gone wrong you find yourself on Loki's doorstep.

WORD COUNT: 2,900

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of current/previous abuse (mostly verbal, some physical), unhappy ending, right person wrong time.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Life's sorta rough right now so the thought of writing anything happy is kind of hard so have a sad fic?

MASTERLIST

You never thought you’d be in this position. Bloodied, bruised —banging on his door in the middle of the night. At this rate, you’d assumed you were well past that phase. Opting to choose a life of simple pleasantries over dangerous adventures. Over the last little while, you’d been getting better. Becoming the kind of person that was prone to thinking things through instead of mindlessly running through the fire.

To your peers, you’d become cautious and thoughtful. To your friends, helpful and trustworthy. To him though, a traitor, most likely. An abandoner. “A spineless git with no morals,” he’d called you.

Which is why you’re surprised to see his face when he opens the door. The way, almost immediately, it transitions from anger to worry, his eyes softening at the initial blow of your appearance.

“Hi.”

He’s obviously apprehensive at first. His brows, pointed upward in a rage, become mere ghosts of themselves as they fall into sadness, surveying the giant gash across your forehead. It’s bleeding, he notices, but not in a way that he’s able to brush aside and send you on your way, causing him to huff and push open the door.

Wordlessly, you duck your head beneath his extended arm, hearing him close it behind and follow you through the familiar apartment. Predictably, everything looks exactly as it did all those years ago. The main bookshelf sits directly in front of you still bursting at the seams —stacks of fiction and non taking up the majority of the room’s space. In almost every corner he’s got various plants, from cacti to foliage, all of them blooming with life.

Unlike before though, the walls are completely bare, devoid of pictures or paintings or anything resembling the form of a memory. Your memory.

“Come.”

You turn to see him already standing near the dining able, a hand placed sternly against the back of a chair while the other motions you close. “Don’t want you bleeding all over my rug.”

A small scoff escapes you as you listen, realizing not much has changed. He’s still the same insensitive Loki, caring deeply for anything but you. “Right, sorry.”

“If you were truly sorry you wouldn’t be here.”

Fucking hell.

You open your mouth to respond but quickly stop, knowing that he’s right. If you were anything other than selfish you would’ve found someone else —someone you hadn’t hurt. Someone you hadn’t left in the heat of an argument that was never meant to be the end.

“Fair enough.”

You walk over without another word, using your last bit of energy to fall onto the chair and watch him raise his hands, focusing on the sedir inside his body. At first, it’s painfully mesmerizing, watching the way his fingertips glow under the dimness of the room. Across your vision freckles of green appear seemingly out of nowhere, making you sigh. Until now, it was sight you never thought you’d miss. One that sends an ache through your chest as you watch him draw patterns in the air before moving to swipe across your aching wound.

His touch is rougher than you remember it to be —a hard press of pain that shoots through your skull. You cringe at the impact but refuse to make noise, knowing he’ll most likely chastise you in some way if you do. So instead you just sit there, eyes closed, mouth sewn shut as you ignore the inevitable threat of movement across your injuries.

“It seems you’ve grown weaker since we’ve last spoke.”

You spare a glance with one eye, noticing that smirk. That stupid, ridiculous breath-stealing smirk that has you pressing your lips further together just before he circles around to check your back.

Much like the rest of you it’s riddled in cuts and bruises thanks to an attacker you hadn’t seen coming. The same attacker that managed to graze your face with the end of his blade.

“Shut up, Laufeyson.”

You half expect him to laugh. He used to always laugh when winning arguments. Full blown chest shaking ones that’d rock you to your core. You used to love hearing them. The way they’d erupt, seemingly out of nowhere. One moment the words exchanged between you would be harsh and heated —blow back after blow back until you’d inevitably give up, too tired to go on. Oftentimes he’d hear you mutter a defeated comment under your breath and that’s when he’d strike, his mouth opening to reveal that silver-tongue of death.

“I see your confrontational abilities haven’t improved much either.”

It’s tempting to respond. To say something you know you only half mean. A part of you wants to fall into that same, old pattern of ridicule. To puncture his ego with anything readily available. Regardless of the faults, you want to show him you’ve still got what it takes to keep up in the ring. To throw punches like the best of them.

Like before, you open your mouth to do so but quickly close it, wanting to be better. The desire to win in a way that isn’t dirty now heavy on your mind as you feel his sedir trail along another cut. Similarly to before, it’s heavy in weight, a sudden heat forming at the highest point. Slowly, it stays in one spot, hovering at the worst point before eventually gravitating down, following the bloodstains until it’s completely closed.

Once it is, you let out a sigh, an air of relief flooding through your system as he continues his work, moving from one physical trauma to the next. Eventually, you count eight injuries before he stops.

By then, his breath is heavy and ragged and, as he circles back around to face you, you can see how exhausted he looks.

“I don’t think I’m capable of much more,” he admits, raising a hand to his face. He rubs his left eye and yawns, secretly ignoring the way your expression fills with sudden adoration.

It’s been so long since you’ve seen him like this. So exposed. On the battlefield, he’s all about the performance. The way he’s perceived against the enemy. Outside the comfort of his home, he needs all eyes to be on him and for those eyes to believe he’s the most dangerous and cunning man in the room. It’s all he’s known.

Here though, he’s nothing like that. Here, despite the dangers you’ve faced amongst his presence —despite the throwing of harsh words between you, you see nothing but a tired man. A simple, sleepy man, filled to the brim with an empathy you know you don’t deserve.

Without another word he sits across from you, resting his elbows on the table. Out of habit he runs this hands through his hair, starting at the root as he bows his head and yawns again, feeling himself drift.

“Thank you, Lo,” you say but as he looks up at you, staring almost wide-eyed at the mention of a name he hasn’t heard in years you quickly correct yourself. “Loki.”

“Just take better care of yourself next time.”

His words are harsh, pushed through clenched teeth. His eyes narrow and once again his brows raise, signalling a misstep in your response.

Desperately, you want to correct it. The temptation to fix whatever broke between the two you now becomes ever-present as you stare, watching the way he turns, suddenly overwhelmed by the apologetic look you offer.

“I know you probably want nothing to do with me,” you start, voice creaking through the air, barely above a whisper. “But seriously Loki, thank you. For healing me a-and for dealing with me and just—“

“If you’re working your way up to an apology for previous discussions I’d highly advise against it.”

Without hesitation you frown. “Can I ask why?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because past conversations are irrelevant.”

“Are they?”

“Yes, very much so, actually.”

His responses feel calculated. Rehearsed. As if he’s spent years practicing each and every outcome on the off chance you’d find your way back to him. It’s impressive, really. Annoying also, but deep down, despite the tiny itch of rage that builds each time he shuts you down you can’t help but admit he’s still got it. That infuriating ability to slip beneath your skin and hunker down until the perfect moment.

Moving to stand, you place both palms on the table to help steady your balance, still feeling a bit woozy. “Okay, fine, but just know I didn’t come here for anything other than a medic.”

“A medic?” he parrots, scoffing. “You and I both know you came here with intentions far iller than yourself.”

Scoffing back, you watch him stand as well, his frame pulling your gaze up to match his. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re trying to apologize for things that no longer matter,” he states. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Actually, I’m not.”

“Actually, you are. And you’re doing a rather shit job at hiding it.”

He’s right. He’s winning and he’s right and in that moment all you can do is sigh and palm the sockets of your eyes out of frustration because —fuck, he’s right. And you have to live with that.

“You can’t lie to me. You never could and lucky for you, you never will.”

“Why? Because you’re the fucking god of lies?” you mock, scrunching up your face in disgust just as growls under his breath and pushes the table aside, clearing the space between you.

It’s the first time in years you’ve seen him in his entirety. The first time you’ve seen his wild hair and pissed off eyes that don’t even think to scan you back as he rushes toward you, grabbing your face in the process. It’s the first time you’ve seen his shoulders as they flex forward, moving his arms and hands to push you against the wall. The first time you’ve seen his chest and hips and legs, all working together to make sure you know he’s standing in front of you.

And that he hates you for it.

Clenching his teeth, you feel him flex his hand against your jaw. The sudden tightness of it jerking beneath his fingertips. For a brief moment you feel it click your bone out of place, the pressure of his palm becoming too much, forcing you to whine as you try and pull back.

“Why are you here? Why did you come?”

You can hear the pain in his voice as he speaks but you can’t respond to it. You’re in too much pain.

“Was it to gloat? To flaunt your new life right in front of my face rather than from the sidelines?”

You groan, trying your best to push him off but you’re still sore from your mission. Your bones, still too fragile to deal with this much exertion, sting alongside muscles too exhausted to even try and best him.

“Because believe me, I’m well aware of the persona you’ve been upholding. All the lies you’ve been telling them. About how perfect and loyal and—“

Somehow through his rant he loosens his hold, granting you the opportunity to shove him aside and double over, your frame crumpling to the floor.

Inside, all you can feel is the pain of his touch. The way it manages to do onto you what you did to him all those years ago. In that moment, you can feel the betrayal in his fingertips. The severance of the ties you once had, cutting through your heart. No longer does the need to remedy this thing between you exist. Now, all that remains is the guilt. The acceptance of all the times you thought he was wrong for how he felt. You can understand it now. See it all from a perspective less selfish than your own.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. “I’m sorry I left you.”

Both of you are crying, staring at the other despite barely being able to see through the sea of tears that collect above tired eyes.

“I’m sorry I lied.”

Slowly, Loki moves towards the floor to match your height, kneeling before you. Immediately, he raises his hands with caution, readying his sedir to fix whatever you need regardless of if you’ve earned it.

“I’m sorry I left things as long as I did.”

He places his fingertips against your jaw, watching it tremble through the healing process.

“I’m sorry I’m here. I’m sorry for bothering you, I’ll just go.“

Once his hand leaves your face you stand up and move to the door, ignoring the way your body screams for you to stop and go back and keep apologizing until he’s—

His hand is around your wrist before you can do anything else. His fingers, no longer filled with the intention of pain, lightly press themselves against your skin, motioning you to come back.

“I know you are,” he says then. “I know.”

You force your eyes in the opposite direction, focusing on the door as they half close, exhaustion taking over despite wanting to keep the conversation going. To talk like you used to as friends over a cup of tea or wine. More than anything you want to sit with your legs crossed on his couch, taking up enough space so that the edges of your knee press up against the outside of his thigh. To hear him complain about anything and everything. To see him scowl when you make a sassy comment in response. To exist in each other’s space without feeling like an enemy.

“Please don’t go.”

It’s the anguish in his voice that gets you. The reaction so visceral you find yourself gasping when you hear it. In your mind, it’s sounds nothing like the Loki you remember. In it there’s no sarcastic wit or unbridled charisma —just discomfort and immediately, it pulls you in without much thought. Your widened eyes watching as his hands rise to your cheeks.

At first they’re delicate in their movements, prodding your skin with an almost guilty curiosity. Each digit taking it’s time to memorize your once unfamiliar features. “I missed you, you know. Despite it all,” he says, his fingers trailing the underside of your lip ever so slightly, making you swallow whatever sound you feel rising through your throat, knowing this is bad. That this is wrong and stupid and that him standing here, holding you as if he’s suddenly molded around you, is the last thing that should be happening.

And both of you know it.

And quickly, both of you choose to ignore it.

You’re not sure who leans in first. Maybe it’s you, desperate to make things right, or him, unwilling to pass up a missed opportunity. Either way, eventually the two of you meet in the middle —a mess of teeth and tongue and little regard for much else. Both of you move so desperately that your limbs bump without apology, tangling in positions you haven’t felt in so long.

Firmly, his hands hold your head against the floor, steadying the swirl of thoughts that race as you pull him closer, groaning in annoyance that you haven’t instantaneously become one entity.

How unfair, you think.

Leaning over you, he kneels between your thighs, holding you flush. Roughly, his forearms rest against the space where your shoulders turn to chest —where tendons and ligaments and bone all work together to move your hands toward his face. When they arrive, your fingers linger on his chin, each pad resting on the natural divots that occur. Against his lips you try to release a breath, feeling the roughness of his mouth begin to suck the air right out of you like a leech. Taking from you all that he needs —all that he wants and desires as you realize that, despite wanting this, it’s still wrong.

That you and him together is a divine corruption of what you think you deserve.

Second guessing your movements, you press your lips together in a straight line, closing the gates. Immediately, it makes him stop. His body suddenly growing embarrassingly tense as he pulls away, staring as if you’ve just shoved his most beloved dagger into the gaping hole of his now broken chest.

“I’m—“

“—Sorry.”

You scan his face and see his hopeless eyes. The way they barely open as they search your face for hints of what’s to come. It makes you swallow hard just as his mouth falls agape but quickly shuts, both of you knowing that despite needing to speak neither of you can because what if you ruin it? What if you overstep and underwhelm? What if you say something ridiculous and cause an uproar? Or say nothing and find yourself back to square one?

A million questions run through your mind as you attempt to slide out from under him, watching the way he no longer protests. Instead, he merely crawls the opposite direction, using his knuckles to readjust as he watches you move to prop yourself against the wall.

“I’m, I —uh…”

You stop, watching as he follows suit, pushing himself backwards until he’s hitting the opposite wall, mirroring the way your back presses against plaster.

The tension is palpable. It itches across your skin in waves, pushing underneath the surface of your skin as you stare at his flushed face and swollen lips, wishing just once that everything between you could be easy.

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nobodymitskigabriel · 3 months

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hi your asmodeus poll awoke the exact part of my brain that loves yelling about gabriel so. i have Theories. here's a corner of one: essentially, there is some level of canonical support for the idea that the supernatural universe is made up of stories. mostly the whole thing is chuck's, but the pagan gods obviously have their own, they just don't have the juice to make them play out for everybody. but the universe still bends toward familiar shapes, prefers to re-tread existing paths. gabriel's been playing loki for a really long time, so i think sometimes things happen to gabriel that are just. shaped like loki stories. asmodeus knowing he was an archangel wasn't enough to stop the "being imprisoned with his mouth sewn closed" Loki Brand Story Beat from coming back around for gabriel the way it was always going to ever since he walked out of his own story and into loki's.

Oh 100% the lips sewn shut is definitely a parallel to norse mythology but obviously it's not a peeerfect one to one bc Loki got his lips sewn shut for being a smart ass with dwarves. Gabriel never did anything to Asmodeus and as far as we know he just wanted to be cruel. But similar to Loki in mythology and to Gabriel's own victims, the crux of what happened to Gabriel was that he reaped what he sowed. Even though he never went that far himself, he was put in in the same sort of low power position that he put others in or that Loki had been put in.

#ask #loki spn #gabriel spn #asmodeus spn

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graylikethecolor42 · 2 years

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Mechanisms cosplayers and fanartists who give Loki scars around her lips like they were sewn shut I am KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH that’s my favorite headcanon!!!!

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tyrannuspitch · 1 month

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been thinking about the dearth of actual movie adaptations of norse myth, which is of course partly down to the fact that what we have is fragmentary and episodic and not movie-shaped at all.

so um. here are a few preliminary thoughts on how you might be able to make it work.

focus on ragnarok, since that's where we have the most continuous/connected material, and make it a tragedy, because that's the whole point.

focus on the relationship between loki and odin, since they're going to be leading the armies at ragnarok.

make them both tragic, complex, morally grey figures, and draw out their similarities. either could be the protagonist, but let's say odin for now.

invent a little bit of backstory for how and why loki and odin became blood brothers - a connection, and either genuine personal loyalty or common cause. give us something to root for, even if it's small, and then spend the rest of the film slowly destroying it.

open by telling the audience exactly what's going to happen at ragnarok, so it can hang over the whole of the film.

take your time introducing the characters to the prophecy - maybe we start with hints or fragments, and we try not to believe them, so when odin gets the full thing it's a major plot point. and yet the distrust and decay has already set in; it's already inevitable.

finding a plot point to take us from the lead-up to ragnarok, to ragnarok itself, is going to be difficult - but maybe we don't actually need to.

the baldr's death/failed rescue/snake torture sequence could work as a climax. once everything is in place, we could end on "waiting for ragnarok" and leave it hanging.

some other thoughts:

odin sacrificing his eye and loki getting his lips sewn shut could be parallel steps towards ragnarok - odin is growing paranoid and obsessively seeks knowledge, while loki is growing bitter and vengeful.

odin imprisons loki's children (fenrir/hel/jormungandr); loki kills odin's son baldr and keeps him trapped in hel; the aesir kill loki's sons vali and narfi and imprison loki using their entrails. this could be a cycle of vengeance!

loki and odin don't actually directly kill one another at ragnarok. maybe you'd want to change this, or maybe there could be a kind of tragic disappointment in it, a sense of loss...? i burnt down the world to kill you and i didn't even get to do it myself!

(<- although i'm not sure how being blood brothers plays into that. are blood brothers allowed to kill one another? oaths in myth tend to be binding, so if that is part of it, it's possible they literally can't.)

odin built the world, and loki burnt it down. odin is a king/chief of the gods and loki, his blood brother, is an outsider and scapegoat among them. at least from loki's perspective, power and injustice will probably be central to their conflict.

odin is endlessly preparing for crisis, while loki is reckless and impulsive. but they're both willing to kill and let countless people die for them. from odin's perspective, their conflict is probably still essentially about personal survival and personal (or familial) grudges - i don't think myth!odin would necessarily see a need to justify it via a greater good, although he would probably deflect as much of the blame as possibly onto loki.

this is a fun thought experiment. i might come back to it later.

#not sure how to tag. hmm #my writing #<- why not

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ihni · 10 months

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Bookmark recs (part 2), tagging game!

Second part of a jumbled-together tagging game. The last part was all Stranger Things fics, this one is gonna be NON-Stranger Things fics.

Rules (more like guidelines really): Pick (at least) ten fics from your AO3 bookmarks, and post them with links and a note of why you like them or why you picked them (alt. your bookmark comment). Then, as tradition goes, tag ten people. Or something, whatever, I'm not your boss.

Here goes!

A Nice Young Man by RobinLorin (6,9K, The Musketeers, Aramis & Constance Bonacieux) My notes: The one with the fake-date. The one with the deadbeat fake boyfriend from a Craigslist ad.

Bits and Pieces by Asidian (8K, Rise of the Guardians, Jack Frost etc) My notes: The one where Jack doesn't eat and there is a misunderstanding and guilt, and prettily written.

War and Peace In Mind by Jaune_Chat (@jaune-chat) (334K, Sky High, Warren/OC) My notes: The Sky High one. THE one.

This, You Protect by owlet (64K, Marvel, Bucky & Steve) My notes: The one where Bucky's regaining SELF and his mission is to PROTECT ROGERS. The one with the Olds. The one with Building as the most awesome mission assist ever.

Petey and Wade and other being punched in the face things by isaDanCurtisproduction (@isadancurtisproduction) (262K, series, Marvel, Spider-Man/Deadpool) My notes (for the third installment only, but I really can't recommend the whole series enough!): The one where Peter Parker is with Deadpool, but Spiderman is trying to ruin it. What?? The one with the gorgeous misunderstandings.

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways by hologramophone (7,7K, Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles) My notes: The one where Derek's the boss and Stiles doesn't know it. The one in the elevator! :D

Prince Among Wolves by Wrenegade (101K, Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles) My notes: The one with Ollie and Andy and Stiles taking care of them when Derek doesn't know how to. The kid-fic that makes my heart melt.

Grievance by PeaceHeather (92K, Marvel, Loki etc) My notes: The one where Tyr takes Loki in and gives him a safe haven. The one with the lips sewn shut and the deception. The hopeful one.

The Criminal Keeper, an Origin Story by town_without_heart (11K, The Flash, Barry/Mick/Leonard) My notes: The one where Barry works for the Wishing Well Foundation and someone wants to meet Captain Cold. The one where he becomes the Criminal Keeper. The one with the tiny apartment and boyfriends? and where Mick wants his cuddles damnit.

Always Glad You Came by aloneintherain (13K, Marvel, Peter Parker/Johnny Storm) My notes: The one where Flame-Brain likes Spidey, and Spidey likes him, but The Four don't like it because they think Spidey's an adult. Which he isn't. The one with the misunderstandings and the necklace of bruises at breakfast. The one where they are SO GODDAMN CUTE.

Mountains and Badgermolehills by Glass_Onion (142K, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sokka & Zuko) My notes: The one where Zuko and Sokka are both captIves and don't know who the other is, but make kinda friends, and then escapes together.

Salvage by MuffinLance (127K, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zuko & Water Tribe People) My notes: The one where Zuko falls overboard and is saved (or captured) by Chief Hakoda's crew. The one where they slowly learn to like him, where he slowly learns to trust them, and where he's slowly adopted into a new family.

Tagging: ... I suck at tagging, so feel free to NOT do this but @elysiumwaits (I SAW YOU LIKE THAT OTHER POST XD), @jaune-chat, @platypanthewriter, @peaceheather, @maun3t, @artzeppo, @king-steeb, @dream-about-dancing, @adelacreations and as usual, anyone who wants to do it! I just picked random people from my notifications honestly :p (Also this is totally low-key and voluntary and just for fun, so feel free to ignore it!)

#fic rec #fic recs #tagging games #tag games

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frankencanon · 6 months

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I know this is like a decade late, but—

Avengers AU where the reason Loki didn't use much magic besides illusions during the invasion was because Thanos had stitched his mouth shut. 🤐 🪡🧵

Simple seidr like illusions doesn't require Loki to say anything to cast it, but more advanced or powerful magic requires spoken incantations.

Thanos sewed his lips shut to prevent Loki from potentially using more powerful magic to rebel against him—told him that as an Asgardian he should be more than capable of challenging those mortals without the shameful aid of magic.

"Some do battle; others just do tricks." (Thor 2011)

But this was a bit of an issue, you see, and not just for the reasons Thanos predicted—

How was Loki to leave hints for those stupid, dimwitted mortals to defeat him if he couldn't even speak those hints?

Luckily, as stated earlier, simple magic like illusions does not require spoken incantations.

Just as Loki can make it appear as if there are multiple of him in a room speaking at different times, he can just as easily cast an illusion to make it appear as if he is speaking and stitchless.

It's not until the battle is over and Thor snaps those magic-sealing cuffs on him that the illusion finally drops.

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Edit:

Also consider: the cuffs only prevent him from casting magic, not maintaining it—otherwise his Jotunn form would've been revealed.

As a result, the illusion hiding the stitches on his mouth does not fall, but he is no longer able to project his voice as if he were speaking.

From the moment Thor arrests him until he is presented to the Allfather, Loki does not speak a word. He'll glare and sneer and scoff, but not once does he speak.

This is understandably confusing to literally everyone—Loki the Silver-tongued Liesmith refusing to speak? Is the world ending? What is this, Ragnarök?

How long will it take before someone notices? How long until someone finally deems to take a closer look?

Because it's not just the silent treatment that's alarming everyone... How is a man to eat when his mouth is sewn shut?

Not just the silent treatment, but also a food strike—or so it seems. No matter how much Frigga begs, Loki will not speak and he will not eat; He is slowly, slowly starving to death, one day at a time...

And nobody knows why.

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galaxythreads · 1 year

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17.?

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

Tw for child abuse

When Loki is a teen like 14/15, Laufey is called in for a peace conference that SOMEHOW ended up happening, not entirely sure. Over the course of this, Laufey learns that Loki is his son and is none to happy. Because as he recalls, his late wife had been hiding with their newborn son in the temple for protection, ergo: Fárbauti was almost certainly murdered and Loki kidnapped.

During the course of the conference, Laufey notices that Loki is clearly being abused by Odin and neglected by Frigga despite her best efforts (she is very busy) and Thor is no better off, but less obvious about it. The incident with Sif's hair happens and Loki gets his lips sewn shut in front of the peace conference and Laufey has just sort of had it. He then gets up and starts shouting about how Loki has been kidnapped and Odin is a horrible person, etc, etc just the beat down he deserved but never got. Odin is taken into custody and Frigga is declared regent.

Laufey takes custody of Loki and does NOT return to Jotunheim, instead the peace conference (or maybe a conference about what to do regarding Thanos?? Idk. Either peace conference or they're prepping for a fight) keeps Laufey in Asgard. Asgard is very unhappy about this, despite the fact that they sort of hate Loki, and Loki is horrified and struggling to come to terms with everything, but Laufey is a decent parent and actually helps him.

Cue lots of Laufey and Loki bonding broken by Asgard being butts but LEARNING TO BE BETTER and Laufey co-parenting Thor.

The story ends when the threat is eliminated or the conference is over. Thor and Loki are still friends and siblings at the end of this. It is extremely important to me that Loki does not abandon his brother for his new family because that always happens in Jotunheim fics and I hate it.

+Laufey being able to grow/shrink with magic because I personally find the hassle of dealing with a giant vs tiny small vulnerable child kinda frustrating. Loki needs a proper hug. ergo: grow/shrink magic.

+Thor getting hit by Odin for something pretty menial and Laufey temporarily considering adopting him, too (I just need thor to have a good father, okay? please.)

+Laufey not having his other kids on Asgard, so he can focus his entire attention on Loki

+Heimdall being some weird uncle-ish figure

+Loki's heritage being like on the bottom of the list of things they need to deal with, the longstanding emotional abuse/manipulation being the priority.

+Asgard throwing a brick through the window of where Laufey and Loki are staying early on with a threat and Loki freaking out about it.

+Oh! this one would actually be really fun to play around with the idea that Loki and Thor were raised as twins

Idk. I just really like the fics where abused child gets adopted by a competent adult and they work on things together, but it would be like. Loki's actual dad. +Thor gets a bonus dad. (please let him have a hug too*) It's a win for everyone.

I do not want to write this because it sounds extensive and exhausting. I would love to read it. I would sell my soul to read this, but I could not drag this highly detailed AU out of my brain under gun threat. I have thought about this extensively for probably three years, but as you can see. I have not written anything. Idk. Maybe someday I can wrestle something out.

that said, if anyone feels the desire to write this out, feel free. And please let me know because I will LITERALLY BETA THIS AND READ THIS AND COMMENT AND PLEASE.

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*i have read fics where Loki gets rescued from the abusive environment, but not any where the competent adults realize Loki and Thor need to be pulled from Odin's custody. Thor is nto okay. thor is not okay. Thor is not okay. thor is not okay

#laufey #loki prompt #mcu fic prompt #fic prompt #loki #odin's a+ parenting #loki fic prompt #ask #ask game #anon #answered #loki and thor #loki and laufey

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Imposter Prince: Ch 6

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warning: Language, serious injury

Summary: Reader wakes.

You come to, your arms are bound over your head and your feet are also tied, your toes barely grazing the ground.

Everything is so blurry, you’re trying to clear your vision so you can at least make out your surroundings. Once your vision clears some you can tell that you are in a cell, you blink again and look around and you see a blurry figure at the other end.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” You ask hoping whoever that it is, is not here to hurt you.

“Mpmhmm” you hear them moan.

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you.” Again you try and clear your blurry vision by blinking your eyes as hard as you can. And finally you make out who is in the cell with you.

Loki.

Tied up, mouth sewn shut and from the looks of it beaten to an inch of his life.

“Loki! Loki, hold on, I’m here. I’m going to get us out of here.” You look around for anything that might help you get out of this but with your hands and feet bound there’s not much you can do at the moment.

“Mpmhmmm!” You hear Loki moan through his sewn lips, you look over and see nothing but sadness in his eyes. Tears falling down his face, he’s shaking his head. Telling you without words that there was no way out of this.

“No. I am getting us out of here. I am not giving up.”

“Isn’t this sweet, the happy couple reunited.” The imposter prince comes out of the shadows, the book I had from the library in his hands.

“I must admit I did not account for the bastard prince having a soulmate, it didn’t even cross my mind that someone would like him let alone love him! But… Here. You. Are.” He’s looking at you with disgust and maybe some curiosity as well.

“What do you want asshole? Let us go!” You’re hoping if you yell loud enough someone might just hear you.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that y/n, you see you are making quite a mess of things. Before you arrived I was able to go about my business without so many interruptions and questions throughout my day. But once you arrived it was questions from you, from Thor, Odin, even Frigga was starting to question me. I tried my best to prepare for your visit, even enchanting sweet Liv, she was a flood of information about you and Prince Loki. She told me that even though you remained friends with the prince you secretly always wanted more. So I used that and other tidbits of information she gave me to convince you that I was indeed Prince Loki.”

He looks down at the book. “Little did I know it would be pointless. You saw who I was from the moment you saw me in the throne room.”

“Who are you?” You ask, dying to know what his real name is.

“My name is Elladan, Prince Elladan. The second born prince of Alfheim” he responds with so much pomp you wanted to puke.

“And why are you doing this Elladan? It can’t just be for illegal trading in Alfheim, what is it you really want?” You ask him.

“It’s simple really, I want the nine. I want to rule all of the realms as Allfather. You see my plan was to make Odin seem unfit to rule. Posing as Loki since Thor didn’t show any interest in ruling was simple since Prince Loki shows almost too much interest in it. I joined more council meetings, started giving advice to the King and soon he started including me, well Loki, in more important council meetings. Effectively shutting Thor out.” He’s sneering, he’s so proud.

“You’re not going to get away with this.” You whisper dangerously to him.

“Oh I believe I already have, you see the council is going to rule tomorrow that Odin should step down from these negotiations and eventually the throne and succeed to me. At that point once I am crowned, the weaponry that I will now be able to bring in to Alfheim will help me and my people overrun Asgard and take it as ours. The light elves will rule the nine and I will be the Allfather.” Your blood is boiling you’re so angry.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a council meeting to attend. This will all be over soon and as soon as it is I will end your beloveds suffering. You see I need him alive to maintain the illusion and now with you out of my way I can direct all of my attention where it should be.”

He doesn’t say anything else, he turns around and leaves the dungeon.

“Loki.” He doesn’t look at you. “Loki, look at me.”

He miserably looks up.

“We are going to get out of this. I promise you.”

He blinks at you, more tears and nothing but doubt in his eyes.

Meanwhile….

“Where is this girl?” Sif knocked on your door several times, no answer. She looked in the library, no one had seen you since this afternoon.

“Sif? Are you alright?” She turns around and sees Thor.

“Thor! Have you seen y/n?”

“Not since I saw her in the training grounds, why?”

“We were supposed to meet in her chambers before the feast and I cannot find her anywhere.” She’s starting to panic, what if you went rouge and decided to follow the imposter alone?

“Have you checked with mother? Maybe she is with her.” Thor suggested.

“Maybe, would you mind coming with me to check?”

“Of course, she is my guest after all, if she is in some sort of trouble I will never hear the end of it from Pepper and the Avengers.” Great now Thor is nervous, no one wants to feel the wrath of Pepper.

Sif and Thor make their way to Frigga’s rooms.

They knock on her door and her lady in waiting answers and announces their arrival to the Queen.

“My son, Sif, how lovely to see you both. Come sit for a moment I was just about to head to the feast.”

“Mother, we are actually looking for y/n, have you seen her?” Thor asks.

Sif adds, “she said she was supposed to meet you this afternoon but you had to postpone do to something else requiring your attention.”

“No, I waited for y/n all afternoon and she never came to my rooms, I assumed she was held up in the library.”

Sif and Thor share a concerned look.

“Is something wrong?” Frigga asks.

Sif takes a moment and decides now or never, this situation is getting out of hand and now you were missing. This needs to end.

“My Queen, I’m afraid there is something I need to tell you. The day y/n arrived she confided in me that Prince Loki is not who we think he is. She said that when she sees the Prince, she sees an imposter. An elvish looking being she described to me.”

“She did say something to me when we first arrived, she was facing the dais and asked who was the man standing next to you Mother. When I looked, I only saw you and Loki. When I saw her later that evening she claimed she was just tired from traveling the Bifrost.” Thor added.

Frigga takes a moment to absorb the information Sif and Thor had just told her.

Sif continues, “y/n and I were planning on following the imposter tonight to see if we can find infallible proof before we approached either of you with this. We fear this being is doing far more harm than we realize whilst he is in those council meeting posing as Loki. He’s using his influence to undermine Odin and make negotiations easier for the Alfheim delegation.”

“I tried speaking to y/n many times about Loki, I had noticed a change in him and I was hoping that y/n would shed some light on the situation. He is always so open with her,” she adds pensively, “I had hoped eventually he would see that what he feels for her is more than just friendship…. Who told y/n I was not able to see her this afternoon?”

“Liv, her friend and maid.” Sif clarified for the Queen.

“Interesting, and where is she?” Frigga asked.

“I’m not sure”, Sif responded.

“Guard!” A palace guard rushes in to the room. “Please find and escort Lady Liv, the maid assigned to Lady y/n, to my rooms at once, quietly.” The Queen ordered. “Yes My Queen” was his response, he quickly turned around and left Frigga’s room.

“I don’t like this” Thor says in almost a whisper, “my friend and my brother are missing, an imposter has been living amongst us, posing as my brother and we did not notice?”

“My son, do not be too hard on yourself, we will find them both and we will make this right. First I must make Odin aware of the situation before more damage can be done with the council.”

Sif steps forward, “is that wise My Queen?, won’t that possibly get the imposter to panic and do something drastic?”

“Do not worry Lady Sif, as our beloved y/n likes to say…this Imposter Prince has no idea who he is fucking with…”

To be continued…

@michelleleewise @princess-asgard @claireeragy @lucylaufeyson3 @lokisgoodgirl @xorpsbane

#loki #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki angst #loki x female reader #imagine loki #loki x you #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #slow burn #friends to lovers #major character injury

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midnightostara · 9 months

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Don't know if it's just me that wished that there was a mention of lip sewing in GOW: Ragnarok?

In Norse mythology, Loki tricked the dwarves into making a number of fine treasures along with the replacement hair for Sif. The dwarves, Brokk and Eitri, took revenge by sewing Loki’s mouth shut in order to stop him tricking any other people.

While I get that they story in Ragnarok doesn't follow the myths, it would've been cool to have it mentioned.

The other thing is of where they would put it, I'm thinking they could have given it to Sindri when he stood up to Atreus for constantly taking advantage of him, taking him for granted, and lashing out at him for what happened.

Like maybe after he told Atreus "You want "sorry"? THIS is what sorry looks like." when he turns to hammer the sword he's making, he stops to say: "Someone should have sewn your lips shut."

But that's just me and it really does not sound like Sindri's character.

#god of war: ragnarök #gow sindri #sindri huldra #atreus gow

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therealityhelix · 1 year

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Shards of the Nexus: HatrVættr

Sympathy for a devil.

Song: Enemy-Mystery Skulls

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions

He was a bramble in the spring thaw, too early to bloom, all soft new leaves and red thorns pointed outward. Approach with caution.

But...

This was what had them all so unsettled? This was the source of such hurt and fear, such concern, such silence? He was barely more than a child.

He was curled in on himself to seem tiny, a tumbleweed of onyx strands ready to blow away, and he looked up at her, the very picture of innocent bewilderment.

Cornflowers blooming on the side of a road, clinging tight to thin soil strewn with litter and salt. Tension tight piano strings, one snap away from sharp notes.

“Who are you?” A weak, warbling clarinet, hollow, lilting, tempting, leading.

“My name is Helix. Have you heard of me?” He shook his raven head. “Well, I'm friends with Swag. And YJ, and Puzzles too. And several other people I suspect we both know.”

There was an unwinding, a spooling out of sinew, a revelation of form. This body was built for strength, grace that showed through even in its crinkled state.

This was not the first body, not the first life. She did not know this shower of garnet and diopside, because he had been dead these past two years, his corner of the Nexus an empty space in the edge of her vision. A face cut out of a photograph.

This being, this Narci, was a wight. A spirit, returned from wherever it had once gone, to make a new place for itself here. All worlds were full of them. They resided in rocks, trees, and homes. They were people, animals, mushroom circles. Free willed entities, possessing their chosen homes through their own agency. He still wore the bracelets she had created to house him while this new body was being built specifically for him, a copy of the one he'd left behind. He was dangerous, a betrayer, untrustworthy, mad. Or so she'd been told.

It was one of the only things she'd been told. The Family had otherwise been strangely quiet about all this. One would think that the return of a lost brother would spark celebrations, joyful reunions. But the men who never shut up, their lips were sewn, like Loki forced to bear the ire of his own cleverness.

They were afraid.

And she had tried; she had gone to the Detective once Puzzles had dropped the news, once everyone had reacted like iron filings to the wrong end of a magnet. They had only said one thing to her.

“Do you know what it is like to truly fail?”

And she could find out no more before Jervis had chased her off. Nash would speak to no one, YJ was all a-fret, but still gave no straight answers. Even Arkham, who simply looked at her, no words needing to be spoken for them to know that they were, and would remain, on opposite sides of this.

She didn't even know what this was yet, but damn him, he was almost certainly right.

So, of course, she had gone to the Question Mark in search of answers.

And was flatly refused.

Startling, to say the least, because Swag never told her 'no'. But the twins had sat there, identical shaking heads, in complete accord for once, in saying no, please, don't you fuckin' dare-in futility, because they also knew she would go anyway.

“Just don't let him get his hands on you.”

That last, a warning from Unswag of all people, a man she knew would have blood up to his elbows that very moment if not for her. A warning from someone who knew.

It was so very wrong to see the Family-her family-in such disarray.

And so she had come, because of course she had come. And she had her chalk, and her tools, and her magic. She had come to assess if this was a problem that she needed to make Go Away.

But he was just a young man.

“You know Puzzles...is that why you're here? To visit him? He's never mentioned you. Do you have permission?”

“I come and go. It's something of an understanding between all of us. And I don't doubt he hasn't mentioned me. I'm not terribly important.”

Despite her role in helping Puzzles get this new body created, he had apparently seen fit to keep her involvement secret. But if Puzzles was as unsettled as the rest of them, neglecting to mention her might be his way of trying to keep her safe. He was complicated like that.

She crouched down to get on eye level, his Xerces blue stare coiled with viper caution. There was little curiosity there, unusual for his 'kind', just a wild, animal instinct to puff up.

“Then why are you here?”

“Personal curiosity. I wanted to assess the situation for myself, and also, I always greet new Riddlers when they show up. And maybe to annoy Puzzles just a bit. Don't tell him, but he's cute when he gets all bratty. But it's all right, I don't think he-”

“Don't talk about him like that!” the piano string snapped, its metaphorical twang mirrored by the hand that whipped out after her neck. The fingers met her shields, not with a crash, but with a simple cessation of forward movement. She could see him pushing, straining against the force that solidified the atoms around his hand, see him eventually give in and draw back.

“Oh my.” she said quietly. “You're really going to have to get a handle on that. But I guess I get it. You owe him a solid, right? For helping you out.”

“What are you? How did you do that?” the woodwind lilt was even meeker than before, as if he hadn't just tried to tear her throat out.

“I didn't come into this situation with nothing, darling. It's just that my weapons and armor are not as visible as most.”

“Then...I can't hurt you?”

She shrugged.

“It would take more than I think you can currently muster. Do you want to hurt me?”

“N-no. Not really. Just...just don't talk about him like that. He's better than us.”

She tilted her head. Us? She knew most Riddlers considered themselves to be on a higher level than everyone else, but this was the first time one had not considered themselves among that number.

“Than you? Are you not a Riddler too?”

“No! I mean...yes. But not really. I never earned it. I don't deserve it. They're perfect. I'm...broken.”

“Oh honey, are you really? It's okay, I might be broken too.”

“Broken and entering more like.” Puzzles said from the doorway, and she only jumped a little. “No, that was awful, I'm trying that again.”

“Good evening, Puzzles. As you can see, I was just-”

“Just doing what you do, I know. It's not that I haven't been expecting you to pop by, it's just that I'd thought this time you might wait for an escort. Don't know why I thought that, it's not as if you've ever shown an ounce of caution, but this might be, I don't know, a mitigating circumstance?”

You see, she mouthed to Narci, who scowled and reached out for her again.

“Narci.” Puzzles warned sharply. He drew back instantly.

“She's a liar.” he sulked. “She said she had permission to be here. And she called you a brat.”

Puzzles glanced down at her, lips pursed, and she lifted an eyebrow, daring him to deny it. He stepped closer to them, interposing himself to where he could get between them if necessary, crouching down to be on their level.

“She does have permission to be in my home. Mostly because no one seems to have any way of keeping her out. She is, however, a...friend. This is Helix, and I would like you to treat her nicely. She's...” He searched for a proper description. “Family-adjacent. She's one of those things that happened while you were gone.”

“I can't hurt her.” Narci said, still pouting a bit.

“That's the spirit.” Puzzles praised.

“No, I mean I can't. I really can't.”

Puzzles fixed Helix with a quizzical stare.

“Uh, well, he might have tried to touch me earlier. And found out he was unable to do so. So it's all fine! Nothing to worry about.”

Emerald eyes bored into her. Curiosity flavored the more or less good-natured irritation, and she knew this time she wouldn't be getting away without an explanation. Though not cruel by nature, Puzzles was a Riddler and, in his way, he'd draw the information out like a winkle from its shell.

And maybe it was about time he came to understand better what she was.

“Well...Don't try it again. She might not exactly be one of us, but she's earned a place. For instance...Do you remember Unswag?”

Helix frowned. Why would he bring that up? She still had very mixed feelings over what had happened there. Narci nodded, looking deeply uncomfortable. Unswag was one of those contentious topics, or at least, he had been once. Terribly dangerous, until she'd forced him to become something else. She hadn't meant for that to happen, but she couldn't change it now.

“Well,” Puzzles said. “She defeated him.”

“It was an accident.” she muttered, and Puzzles elbowed her as Narci's eyes went wide with awe.

“Yeah.” he continued. “Bested him so decisively that he doesn't even look the same anymore. Just remember that. She might not look like much-”

“Hey!”

“-but she's got the respect of the proper people.”

Narci still stared up at her like she was something unexpectedly amazing. He held his hands out, in supplication rather than aggression. Something, some little spark of his desperation reminded her so much of how lost she had once been. She dropped her magic shields and, ignoring Puzzles swift intake of breath, drew Narci into a careful embrace.

The boy froze for a moment, entirely unsure what to do, thawing slowly, his hands ghosting over her sides until they came to her hips. His fingers dug in suddenly, then he jerked, flinging her away into Puzzles waiting arms, and crumpled to the floor begging forgiveness. “I think he likes you.” Puzzles murmured into her ear. “Now get out.”

He shoved her into the hall and grabbed the doorknob.

“Wait!” Narci cried. “Can she stop me? If I...Can she stop me?”

Puzzles uncertain gaze flicked to the hall where he'd pushed her. She smiled gently back.

Artist: me

Artist: @miasmacaron

Artist: @cardwrecks

#shards of the nexus #Riddler Family #narci!riddler

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evicted-oc · 1 year

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🕷 Loki the god of mischief, trickery, and deception 🕷

══════════🕷 Godly Information 🕷══════════

🕷Full name: Loki Laufeyson [he/she/they/it]

🕷Adoptive son of Odin

🕷Frost giant

🕷Needs to mess with people to keep energy up

🕷Abilities: Astral projection (talks to people from a distance, shape shifting (changes onto anything and changes sex), telekinesis (move objects with his mind), molecular arrangement (turns anything into something else), energy blasts (can target blasts of energy), levitation (lift himself, others, or objects from the ground), conjuration (make items out of thin air), cryokinesis (manipulate and control ice), teleporation (disappear and reapear known places in a cloud of fire)

══════════🕷 Godly Appearance 🕷══════════

🕷Age: 1,054

🕷Height: 6'3 | 190 cm

🕷Body build: very thin

🕷Eye colour: bright green

🕷Hair: blonde | long and braided

🕷Noticeable features: scars on his lips from them being sewn shut and ripped open

🕷Usual fashion: skirt, helmet, cape, armor

═════════🕷 Human Appearance 🕷═════════

🕷Age: 23

🕷Nationality: Scottish

🕷Birthday: December 17 | Sagittarius

🕷Height: 5'6 | 167 cm

🕷Body build: twink

🕷Eye colour: green

🕷Hair: naturally black but bleaches it | short with an undercut

🕷Noticeable features: scars on his lips

🕷Usual fashion: anything trending, crop tops

🕷Job: guitarist in a well known band and acting

════════════🕷 Personality 🕷════════════

🕷Traits: mischievous, sassy, chaotic, confident, playful, reckless, clever, horny, smart, greedy, sneaky

🕷Fears: dying

🕷Irritants: touching his guitar, sharing

🕷Likes: playing guitar, acting, listening to music, attention, annoying Donn, snakes, praise, winning, power, chaos, talking, getting what he wants, stealing

🕷Dislikes: being told no, not getting their way, weakness, being sassed, lighning, thunder, gym

══════════════🕷 Nsfw 🕷══════════════

🕷Position: bratty sub

🕷Will never listen to get himself in trouble

🕷Can top someone, but prefers to be a power bottom

🕷Kinks: public (his favorite), breeding (receiving), punishment (receiving), marking (giving and receiving), size kink (thanks to Donn), hosiery (will get pretty for you), breath play (receiving), choking (giving and receiving), exhibitionism, BDSM (receiving), edging (giving and receiving), blood play (giving and receiving), free use (giving and receiving), fisting (receiving), face sitting (giving)

═══════════🕷 Relationships 🕷═══════════

🕷Sexuality: Bisexual | Polyamorous (2/3)

🕷Dating: Donn (12♡17♡2019), @romeochen (4♡23♡2023)

🕷Friends: Morrigan (close friends), Balor (chaos bestie)

🕷Family: Odin (dad), Thor (brother), Hœnir (brother), Baldr (brother) Höðr (brother)

🕷Pets: Nugget (corgi puppy)

#profiles.txt

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tyrannuspitch · 3 months

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psa for people who overzealously apply norse myth to their mcu fanon: even if you're not accounting for ragnarok, we first see mjolnir in the opening flashback scene of t1, when thor and loki are the equivalent of like... ten. so every time you imply mcu mjolnir was created/acquired through the whole cheating-the-dwarves episode, unless you specify otherwise, you're implying that the loki who got his lips sewn shut looked like this:

just something to think about.

#space viking tag #even shittier screenshots than usual bc i don't have my laptop so i had to just google it 💚#i probably would've chosen him smiling bc i'm evil like that but i cba tracking that down rn #anyway. look at him. he's tiny. why do you want to this to him? i'm evil and even i don't want that

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lokiinmediasideblog · 2 months

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go on a rant about ultimate thor

CW: Nazi mention

I shall! This took a while to gather.

So it starts out with runes and a bunch of Nazi symbols ON THE VERY FIRST PAGE. This comic reinforces the incorrect notion that the Black Sun symbol is a Pagan symbol when IT IS NOT.

I do actually like the whole "People think it's all on Thor's head" aspect, but the rest of the writing is just convoluted and incoherent. I also find this factoid thrown around in an exchange a cool explanation of how Mjolnir works.

Dr.Donald Blake makes an appearance and he's not Thor's mortal alter ego created through Odin's magic to teach Thor humility.

We are shown interactions between a masked Nazi, "Baron Zemo" and the Nazis at Wewelsburg castle. Zemo shows them this little stones with runes, and they go on about how the Sacred texts of the "Poetic Edda" show how to use them. *facepalm* I just find this very lazy concept-wise.

Then we see flashbacks to "eons ago" in Asgard. Where Balder is fighting giants only to receive help from Loki and Thor. At some point Loki saves Thor from a Frost giant and warns him about watching his back, a rather heavy-handed foreshadowing. Loki also keeps going off about how Ragnarok is real and WILL HAPPEN. Balder mocks him for being grin and throws a snowball at him. Loki is worried about the constant war and attacks from Jotunheim. Balder reveals he knows Odin is building a secret weapon, Mjolnir, that he commissioned to the troll Ulik. It seems like Loki didn't get his lips sewn shut in this.

Then we're sent back to Nazi Germany and are bombarded by magic mumbo-jumbo that I can't bring myself to care for. Something about opening a gate. The most unrealistic aspect is that the Nazis want to fight the Gods of Asgard despite the existence of white supremacist Norse pagan circles such as the Asatru and Odinists (unless it's Loki because they usually hate them).

Then, apparently they've allied with the Frost Giants, whom will be revealed to be under a peace treaty with Asgard that has harsh stipulations.

I actually liked how they use MRI to reveal Thor is actually a God.

So, the war with Jotunheim ends. I have trouble understanding the throne picture regarding "Who's who?" I think Farbauti is in the Moon throne with the Jotuns. I wonder if the other woman is Frigga/Freyja? Because unlike most comic book runs, Loki is actually biologically related to Thor as a half-brother. Odin (most likely through some threat) made Farbauti have Loki and had him reside in Asgard to "ensure peace". Which screams hostage situation. By the time the story takes place, Farbauti, Loki, and Loki's fully Frost giant brother are stuck in Asgard. Jotunheim's fall made Farbauti despondent and so Loki has mommy issues here and is driven by them to get Asgard to fall and earn his despondent mother's love. Also, for some reason Farbauti looks like an Asgardian with black hair. It's never explained WHY. Is this magic? Did Odin do this to her?

Also, Asgardians like to fight very scantily clad. I find it funny how Balder and Loki have color-coordinated underwear. And I think Thor was given the same as the W3 to show how "down-to-Earth" he is. LMAO. There's very bad and heavy-handed foreshadowing of Loki's betrayal again, when Loki decides to turn against Thor in the game, and Loki continues to warn in a ridiculously ominous manner about change and such (It gets so tiring...). Balder goes on a fatphobic rant towards Volstagg during the fighting games because the writer thought that was funny. I am surprised Balder won instead of Thor. But Balder proceeds to go off about how Thor is the only one that can lift Mjolnir in the typical praiseworthy fashion of these comics.

We go back to the Nazis and the alliance of the Jotuns with them. MORE MAGICAL BULLSHIT JARGON I HAVE TROUBLE CARING ABOUT.

Thor asks Odin about Mjolnir's power. I gotta say I REALLY hate Odin's design in this. And he spends a lot of time shirtless. In a break from tradition, Thor is already "the humble one" rather than an arrogant proud and violent prince that needs to learn humility. And that makes this even worse and feel preachy. Thor's appeal is that he doesn't start as a good guy.

The Nazis and Frost Giants open the bifrost gate. Heimdall appears and attacks them. Baron Zemo shoots an arrow through Heimdall's skull (seriously he's very good with arrows).

This is how the Odinson brothers are drawn in this series. Guess which one they made into a Nazi ? (a) Is it the brown-haired white dude that's not a "peace offering" and also a heir to Asgard's empire? (left) (b) What about the guy that fits the exact "Aryan ideal" , is not a "peace offering", and is the preferred heir to Asgard?(right) OR (c) Is it the one that's constantly referred as a "half-breed", was drawn with suspiciously Native American facial features, and who was born to his Jotun mother as a "peace offering"? (middle)

If you picked C, you're unfortunately correct. And Ta-Da! The twist we all saw coming from a mile away they tried to disguise by having Loki change his eye color to brown (odd choice for allying with Nazis)!

Then the Nazis, the half-breed Loki, and Frost giants partake in an antisemitic trope of blood-drinking the whitest mfs around to gain the superior Asgardian strength. And IDK this is the worst way to show you hate Nazis...

The art seems to be deteriorating. The Frost Giants and Nazis start Ragnarok, Odin comments that Loki's back from banishment. There's a flashback to Balder catching Loki looking at the stupid stones and Loki kills him. Balder for some reason is Odin's "all-seeing eye" has a weird connection to Odin.

The purpose of the facility Thor is being studied is eugenics.... and they're not the villains...

Thor goes off about his memories of the Asgardian Black sun and I need people to stop fomenting the myth that it's a pagan symbol. We go back to Asgard being attacked. Odin sends Loki to "a room with no doors." Loki is unrepentant for the evulz.

Odin is killed by an Ice Wolf who is in turn killed by Thor. And we have this sappy shit.

Then in another very badly executed twist and against comic tradition, it turns out tha Dr. Donald Blake was actually BALDER ALL ALONG.

Apparently Odin plans to remake Asgard. They go back to the lab and this guy trips me up because he looks like a beardless Thor in a lab coat. ¡Que cientifico tan mamadisimo!

They are studying Thor's harness and such. Trying to reverse engineer it and add more features. Only Thor can use it so that's why he's kept around. Then Thor asks them to make him a hammer. Then Thor goes around being a white savior, and gets offers from the US military because he's special enough to help in the army.

Oh and there's the masked Nazi again (Loki) and some other one fucking around with the stones again. Magic bs happens.

Loki makes the Hulk go apeshit and unites the Avengers in the typical fashion of the comics. Thor saves the day. Bleh bleh. THE END.

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