The Skald of Asgard

I am Bragi, a younger son of Odin but not our lady queen Frigga. I am neither glorious warrior nor powerful sorcerer like my brothers. Words and song are my gifts, but can they compare? ((Rp account for Bragi, the Norse god of music and poetry, created to fit into the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Open to rp with Asgardian characters, especially the royal family, and other MCU characters. I love plotting so if you want to plan a rp with Bragi please don't be shy to contact me.)) Face claim: Aneurin Barnard Member of : The Realm Eternal rp group and The Leagues of Heroes and Villains, but will rp with others.

[bragiskaldofasgard]

So let me get this straight:

The same tumblr that went hardline anti-porn to the point that I've had purely text posts taken down because they somehow tripped tumblr's anti-porn filters, has now in their infinite wisdom put complete disgusting garbage like THIS:

at the top of my dash where I absolutely cannot get rid of it?

Written smut is verboten but advertisements for fking CAM GIRLS are going to be shoved in everyone's faces, not to be escaped?

Do they sit around thinking of ways to make this site more of a cluckerfuck than it already is?

[bragiskaldofasgard]

[maryxglz]

Tom Hiddleston as Loki in Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

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loki-god-of-menace:

Loki’s breath shortened only momentarily as Sigyn set the cracked bones back aright, but the twinge of pain was gone as quickly as it had come and he could feel that all he had either bruised or wounded was healed. Sigyn’s hand was necessarily on his forearm, to expedite the healing process, and Loki turned his arm to grasp her wrist with his long, slender fingers in a wordless gesture of gratitude. “Thank you, Sigyn.” And even lower he continued, “What of dinner later, perhaps? I have several spells I should like to show you, if you do not any prior obligations.”

Loki noticed Bragi’s expression change over the edge of Sigyn’s shoulder, and it was his turn to wear the a satisfied smile. “Something amiss with your drink, dear brother?” He inquired, as if entirely innocent of the change, “There is little to go wrong with water, and one can certainly work up a thirst being infuriating. I should know.”

A small and more heartfelt smile tipped up the corners of the bard’s lips when he saw his brother relax as Sigyn worked her healing magic upon his wounds and banished the pain. 

If he had not been watching he might have missed his brother tenderly grasp the healer’s wrist as he thanked her, and then lean closer to whisper to her. Whatever he was saying brought a shy blush and a smile to Sigyn’s face as she nodded in acceptance. An unfamiliar feeling rose in Bragi’s heart as he watched the two - envy. They were so dear to each other, and the young skald wondered what it was like to have someone so perfectly attuned to oneself, and be so content in their company. 

At Loki’s smirk and ‘innocent’ question, Bragi made a face at him. 

“You certainly do know, brother mine,” he told Loki with partly exaggerated annoyance. “And much can go wrong with one’s drink when the God of Mischief has a mind to do it.”

Sigyn, who was still knelt beside the divan and turned mostly away from Bragi, ducked her head so the younger prince didn’t see her amused smile.

[bragiskaldofasgard]

loki-god-of-menace:

“Bragi…?” Loki began, his tone clipped. He did not immediately look at his younger brother, but when he did there was a wealth of fraternal threat in his eyes, “Have you forgotten what I was deemed the god of?” There was a accentuating ‘hm?’ that accompanied the arching of his brow, “If so, I would take a long, and preferably silent, moment to consider it.”

In point of fact it was hardly likely that Bragi had forgotten, or that anything Loki said would dissuade him, but it was worth a try.

It was close to the truth that Loki often attempted to do things himself. It was safer that way - for his loved ones or for him, he is not certain - and asking for help was… not exactly discouraged, or said to be something a king did not do, but something he had rather gotten the impression that he, in particular, was looked down on for doing. He could not place his finger exactly on what made him feel that way, but maybe it was the bitter experience of not being quite as good or accomplished as Thor in Odin’s eyes. Loki rather viewed asking for help as wise (it was what his mother had taught), but when it came to potentially dangerous ventures and information that would make his brother and his dearest friend more of a target, he would gladly take the risk alone.

“….I will remember that, my dear.” Loki answered Sigyn, equally as hushed, “But I promise you that on this instance any delay in my calling you was not intentional. Bragi simply… got to it first. Much to my chagrin.” He whispered, and glanced toward the skald.

Bragi’s smirk could not have been anymore infuriating then when it was mingled with satisfaction, and Loki’s green eyes narrowed, his fingers subtly twisted where his hand was resting on the divan, and Bragi’s wine shifted to water. Loki hoped he would not notice immediately.

“As you command, brother mine,” Bragi drawled, his amusement undiminished. In point of fact Bragi knew perfectly well he’d dug himself in for some mischief from Loki, but he deemed it worth the price to make Loki see sense and not risk himself so much. Well, that and getting such a prime opportunity to annoy Loki.

Sigyn lifted her head from her focus on healing when Loki began whispering to her, and then nodded and closed her eyes to resume her work, sending her magic into his chest to knit the broken bones and sooth away the cuts and bruises.

The skald was briefly tempted to make a comment about how cute the pair when whispering together like school sweethearts, but Bragi was wise enough to know when the potential consequences of making such a comment were too hazardous to his health to be worth their consternation. 

“I am merely making the point that there are people who care for you and worry all the worse because you take such risks, Loki."

Triumphant, he raised his goblet in a toast to his brother, then took a sip - and promptly pulled a face as he tasted not the delicious wine he had been drinking, but plain water. Obviously Loki was wasting no time in his retaliation.

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loki-god-of-menace:

Loki drew in a sharp, hissing breath of irritation as Bragi spoke to Sigyn and her cheeks colored. “As if you have much room to speak on that point.” He bit, an unspoken, Do not think I do not know about a few of your accidents in his eyes.

Loki’s gaze flicked to Sigyn, and it softened, as much with embarrassment as with affection. “Yes. Please. I would have sent for you myself, but I did not want to-… Eh.” He hesitated, “I thought if I could see to it myself I would not have to worry you. I, unfortunately, fell asleep however.”

Loki glanced back over her shoulder and caught Bragi’s smug expression. The corner of Loki’s lip tipped downward and he felt his own face grow warm.

Curse you, Bragi.

He dragged his green eyes back to Sigyn, “…I am sorry.”

“Perhaps, but generally I have sense enough to do it in the palace where help is within shouting distance,” Bragi riposted, undaunted by his brother’s annoyance. In fact it was all he could do not to chuckle at the way Loki became more prickly toward him and simultaneously softened toward Sigyn.

They’re so bloody obvious to everyone but each other.

“What he means,” Bragi said airily on the heels of Loki’s explanation, “is that as usual he’s trying to take everything on himself instead of calling an expert like yourself to do her job.”

“Really, Prince Bragi, your brother is injured,” Sigyn protested quietly over her shoulder at him before turning her eyes back to Loki. “However, my prince,” she said more softly so Bragi would not hear, “It would make me feel very much better if you would call me to help you when things like this happen. I will worry less that way than if you refuse to seek my aid when I could be helpful to you.”

Despite not being able to hear Sigyn’s words Bragi could take an educated guess at what she was saying, and his smirk took on a degree more satisfaction at having her back up his point. And maybe if he annoyed Loki sufficiently, his brother would let something slip and tip Sigyn off as to his tenderness for her.

Then again, Bragi thought, once Sigyn was Bragi’s sister-by-marriage she probably wouldn’t tolerate his shenanigans as she did now, so perhaps it was just as well to let things bide. They’d figure it out eventually.

[the-god-of-illusion]

Bragi is a god of poetry in Norse mythology

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Headcanon: 

Bragi is shameless about taking advantage of Sigyn’s frequent presence in the palace - more specifically, the fact that everyone including the guards are used to her being there as Loki’s apprentice and no long assume she is there as a healer.  Thor likely wouldn't think of it because he has no subtlety, but Bragi is like, "Hmm, if I call just any healer to come heal this injury from a dumb thing I did then there might be questions, but nobody bats an eye at Sigyn being in the palace..." *comms Sigyn to please come to the palace*

And Eir just eyerolls when Sigyn gets a summons from the palace because she knows perfectly well what's going on. xD "Was it Prince Loki or Prince Bragi?" "Prince Bragi." "Take your kit."

He's been known to sweetly ask her to bring hangover potion for multiple people. Because drinking bards. xD

[bragiskaldofasgard]

loki-god-of-menace:

“That has crossed my mind, yes.” Loki answered, tempted to be annoyed at the dry undertone of his younger brother’s voice, but finding he was a trace too weary to summon another gout of irritation.

Loki was aware he could not stop Bragi, or even Sigyn, from accompanying him on these ventures, but he had hoped they would not ask him. “I had thought of it, even considered asking you, or Sigyn, or even Thor, to come with me, but then it came to mind that if you knew were they were and were ever captured…” The furrow in his brow tightened, “I do not suggest that any one of you would betray Asgard, but you would be put at risk if others knew you were privy to such information.”

Loki’s gaze skated away as Bragi touched him. “I am not-” He protested, but his voice fell away, “…I did not intend to shut you out. I did not want to endanger any of you.“

Bragi sighed, wishing he could grasp Loki’s shoulder but aware he shouldn’t while Loki was so injured. 

“Loki, I am a royal. I rather think that such foul beings would target me for information regardless of whether I know aught of the paths. That is a risk we’ve all been trained for since childhood. And as for Sigyn...” Bragi stopped, looked up toward the door, and smiled slightly. “...perhaps I’ll let her speak for herself.”

No sooner had he said that than a resounding knock on the door from one of the guard’s staffs preceded the announcement, “The Lady Sigyn!”

It was useful, Bragi thought, that Sigyn visited Loki often enough that the guards no longer assumed her visits were in the line of duty even when she showed up in her Healer gown.

“Enter!” he called, giving Loki a sidelong look at the guards pushed the doors open and Sigyn entered, her healer’s kit clasped in her hand. She gave Bragi a glance and a brief smile but as soon as she saw Loki laid out on the divan she hurried to his side.

“Please feel free to tell my brother to stop being a stubborn idiot,” Bragi advised the healer. “He won’t listen to me.”

Sigyn’s cheeks colored a little pink, for she would not dare speak to Loki so (even if she occasionally felt it was justified). 

“May I heal you, my prince?” she asked Loki quietly, unaware that behind her Bragi was smirking smugly at Loki.

[kaori04]

One more thought on Thor I would like to share. Not just on Ragnarok, but in all movies, except for Thor 1.

It’s interesting how Thor is always getting mad at Loki for not telling him he is not dead. Like why the possibility that Loki just doesn’t want to and he has a right not to do so never crossed his mind? It never crossed his mind that Loki may be don’t want to see Thor again, don’t want Thor to chase after him or to deal with him at all. That he wants to break up with him.

What my point is. I want to say that Thor has a hard time realizing that Loki isn’t his part but rather separate individual throghough all films.

I know many find it really sweet that Thor is all “How could you, I mourned you” with insisting to “go home”. And I find it sweet to, because it shows that Loki does mean a lot to Thor. But it shouldn’t stop there, it should be continued with Thor realizing some new things, like that someone he always thought about as a part of himself actually has their own free will and might want to leave (and they even don’t have to explain why if they don’t want to). And at this moment Thor either should learn how to respect their choice and let go or really start thinking why they decided to leave in the first place and what he can do, what he can change to win them back.

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@lucianalight Yep. Tbh what I described in my last paragraph is pretty obvious development of such a dynamic (if you don’t want to go with toxic relationship), you don’t have to think that much to understand that. But TR decided toxic is okay.

That’s why I find it hard to stay positive about TR “good ending”.

[bragiskaldofasgard]

OOC: I haven’t forgotten the starter requests, I just fail at rping lately. But I am not intentionally ignoring anyone, okay? <33

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loki-god-of-menace:

“That would hardly have been necessary.” Loki bit. He did not physically cringe at thought of the talk that would have erupted had he been carted, unconscious, in the palace healing room, born by servants and trailed by his younger brother, but something within him did. He hardly needed anything further to be ridiculed about, and he was certain those intent on his criticism would have done so. Not to mention what their father would have thought.

That silenced him for a long, still moment.

Loki accepted the goblet, the skin besides his mouth twitching only slightly at the pain the movement caused. “…Thank you.” He murmured and sipped at his wine.

It was true enough that this was not the first occasion he had been wounded whilst charting the paths between the Realms, or the first instance of him attempting to conceal his injuries. “…I will not risk another’s life on these ventures, but I feel they should be conducted, at least be one person. These paths could be a security risk if they were ever to be discovered by our enemies, Bragi. Ignorance will do us no favors in this matter. At least if I know of them we will not be helpless if anyone, or thing, were to ever enter our Realm by them.” He fingered his glass, “But in that same vein I believe the fewer that know of them… the better.”

Loki searched Bragi’s gaze, “Truly, I am being careful.”

“You’re welcome,” Bragi said, managing to sound only slightly dry at having had to argue his brother into seeing the wisdom of his actions. “And that’s very selfless of you, but has it occurred to you that it will do no one any good if you get killed finding these paths?”

He sighed and took a seat across from the divan where Loki was laid out. “I would go with you, and I am a full grown adult entirely capable of making that decision myself. I’m sure Sigyn would go with you as well. If for no other reason, don’t you think it would be better to have more than one person know the location of these paths?” He leaned forward so he could reach to place his hand on his brother’s forearm. “You don’t need to take everything upon yourself, Loki. There are people who love you and would gladly help you in this and other things. Please don’t shut us out.”

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loki-god-of-menace:

@bragiskaldofasgard || continued from here

Loki winced, but obeyed, if begrudgingly, and laid back against the cushions on the divan.

“You have already called-!” His jaw snapped shut and he glared, sullenly, at the back of his younger brother’s curly head. Loki did not protest Sigyn’s presence, but he knew she would be upset at his rather… unwise handling of his own injuries, and that thought ma de his insides curl. He did not enjoy worrying or disappointing her, and this would do both.

He exhaled tightly and glanced toward the low embers in the fireplace. “Something strong, preferably.” He almost snapped, but managed to keep the irritated bite out of his voice. In point of fact, the situation was not Bragi’s fault, even if his mood inclined him to act otherwise.

Loki’s gaze returned to Bragi, “It is not as if I asked for these cracked ribs. I am careful, despite what you may be thinking. It was an accident.”

It was fortunate Bragi had his back turned, for he couldn’t quite suppress a smile at the outrage in his brother’s tone and he could practically feel Loki’s glare at him. Yes, he’d hit just the right note on that one, even if Loki didn’t like the tune.

“Yes, I called Sigyn,” he responded, unfazed by his brother’s grumpiness. “Would you rather I had called servants to take you to the Healing Room so everyone would know you’d gotten yourself injured?” He pushed aside a bottle in the cabinet until he found the right one. He opened the bottle and poured two goblets of it, then stoppered the bottle before picking up both goblets and carrying them to the table. He held out the more filled one to Loki. “I’m sure you didn’t ask for cracked ribs, but when it keeps happening anyway, that suggests something needs to change.”

[bragiskaldofasgard]

Hey tumblr, how about you STOP showing me that creepy nsfw Frostmaster fanart. Wtf ever made you think I’d be even faintly interested in that creepy ship?

[sbstianstan]

MAKE ME CHOOSE: @laufeybros asked → Loki in The Avengers or in Thor: Ragnarok

[loki-god-of-menace]

☕ - reassuring touch

It is so different from Thor. Bragi is more gentle - given to subtly and understanding with more alacrity than the eldest Odinson - and Loki appreciates it. He pulled himself to consciousness at the touch and the sight of his younger sibling crouching over him. He blinked once, twice, and ascertained that the furrow of concern between the skald’s brow was from the disordered locks of Loki’s hair and the arm draped protectively over his ribs.

He had teleported in and collapsed on his divan without setting any of the bones that had been cracked by an unfortunate tumble while searching out the paths between the worlds. It had been foolish and dangerous, but the pain had exhausted him.

“Ah.” He managed, and Loki winced as he clawed to a sitting position and formed thoughts through the fog in his mind.

“I…. suppose you wish to lecture me.” He moistened his lips, “I will not protest.”

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“Would it accomplish anything if I did?” Bragi asked dryly, because they both knew the answer. “Lie back, you fool, you’re injured,” he scolded with fond exasperation as Loki struggled up and went to put his hands on his brother’s shoulders, not roughly but enough to silently reinforce the assertion to lie down. “I assumed you wouldn’t want to be taken to the Healing Room, so I’ve called Sigyn. She’s already on the way.” He didn’t voice his thought that if seeing Sigyn upset over his injuries didn’t make Loki behave with some more sense, nothing would. Loki might be in denial about his feelings for the young healer, but that didn’t mean his attentive younger brother didn’t see it clearly. It was amusing sometimes how the only people who seemed oblivious to the mutual attraction were Loki and Sigyn themselves.

“In the meantime, you’d be better for a cup of wine.” He crossed to his small wine cabinet and took out two goblets. “What kind would you like?”

[dreamerinthedark]

Am I the only one who thinks Lokis “I’ve been falling for 30 minutes” isn’t funny because…

There aren’t exactly happy memories…