Mostly Marvel reblogs featuring Loki. Other things are all over, things that I find beautiful, that gives positive vibes. Negative stuff because hey-life. I am dealing with new treatments for arthritis , TMI for depression and other medical issues.Talk about anything because safe spaces are necessary.
• He flirts like it’s a weapon—sharp smile, silver tongue, every word tailored to make you flustered.
But when you call him beautiful? He gets quiet. Almost shy. Like he doesn’t believe it yet.
• You’re the only one allowed to see him undone—crown off, hair loose, voice low. When he’s with you, he’s just Loki.
• He gifts you enchanted trinkets: a ring that glows when you’re in danger, a pendant that warms with your heartbeat, a mirror that always reflects your true self.
• You find out he leaves glamoured illusions of himself to follow you when you travel alone—not out of control, but out of protection.
“You think I’d let you walk Midgard alone without a shadow watching your back?”
• When he’s thinking deeply, he braids his fingers into yours absentmindedly. You’ve become his grounding spell.
• Arguments are… intense. Words like daggers. But apologies are poetry. He will kneel, kiss your palm, and whisper,
“You are the only soul I kneel for willingly. I’m sorry, my storm.”
• Midnight conversations often spiral into things he’s never told anyone:
how the stars whispered to him as a child, how Asgard never quite felt like home, how you do.
• He keeps a journal. You find it once—full of sketches of your eyes, notes about your laugh, a spell for keeping your dreams sweet.
• When you fall asleep beside him, he traces constellations on your skin with his fingertips. And sometimes he says,
“Even if the Nine Realms fall, I would still choose you.”
Loki has been placing a spell on a shy girl from Frigga’s court. Sneaks into her room in the palace and does his thing. He secretly wants her to catch him cause she’s powerless to stop him 😮💨
Midnight Hour
Warnings: This has nonconsent and somnophilia. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.
Please reblog if you enjoy and leave some feedback! Muah 💋
It's all very typical. Like an incantation, Loki goes through the steps. Patiently he waits, watching the sand in the glass. Not until the last grain falls can he be certain.
As he rises, a thrill tickles up his spine and he feels a weight drop. He feel heavy right at the base of his cock. It's been some weeks now since the last time he performed the ritual.
It was never meant to be more than once. It was a farcical thought at first. He didn't truly intend upon following it through.
Then it was all he could think of. Before long, he had the vial up his sleeve. The drops slipped into her tea were so agile he truly could not believe he'd done it.
Even after all this time, after at least a dozen visits, he gets the same fluttering sensation all over. He strides out of his chambers. Outwardly, he is the cold, snakish prince. Those around him know to expect trickery but they could never guess at the exact circumstance.
He slows as he nears the servants quarters. None see him down here, nor would they expect it. He closes his eyes and opens them in a new form. He is an asp slithering over the cold stone toward his quarry.
She sleeps in the corner upon a sack of straw. He thought his mother would see better to her help but then again, they are still but servants. He slithers up her leg and beneath her skirts. He brushes beneath her shift and along her cunt. She twitches.
He is unafraid. The broth they feed to the other servants is laced with a similar sedative leaf. Those snoring around them will not wake.
He curls around her neck and feels her pulse beneath his belly. His tongue flicks as he slips down her chest and coils around. He raises his head and looks at her in the splat of moonlight slipping through the narrow window. He is himself again.
His full form crushes on the sack. Her head lolls and he cradles it between his large hands. She is small. She makes him feel powerful. Especially when he is deep inside her without her even knowing.
It's amusing. He'll visit mother the next day and watch the maid limp around. There's a sheen of fear in her eyes. She can't guess at what's scraped her from the inside.
He moves her head back and forth. How can a creature so unassuming consume him. He thought the first time would be enough. Yet each time he sees her skirts sweep around her legs, his breeches twitch.
He shudders and pushes his crotch down into her pelvis. He dips down until it hurts him. He groans.
His thumbs press along her cheekbones and he tilts her head back. He brushes his nose along hers. She moans through her dreams.
Would she dream of him? She never truly seemed to notice him. She pays him the reverence owed his station but her gaze never lingers.
He kisses her. He's never done that before. He feels along her neck and shoulder and guides her hand to the back of his head. He has this strange scene on his head. She's awake and writhing. She wants him too.
He bites her lip hard before he recoils. He's angry at that stupid idea. He is a beast. He doesn't care what she wants. Not at all.
Blood stains her lip where his teeth pinched. He scoffs. He does not feel bad. He does not.
He magicks his clothes away. Hers too. Their naked flesh melds. He feels her softness under him.
He slips inside her easily. He can't think himself so sinister when she takes him so well. He pushes inside until he can go no further.
She twitches. His heart falters. She won't wake up. He dosed her as well as any other time.
He rolls his hips back and groans as he keeps only his tip inside her. He clutched her head between his hands and snaps his hips as hard as he can. She bounces on the sack.
He rams into her, again, and again. Each thrust sends fire through him. He cracks against her pelvis again.
The words tumble out before he can stop them. "Wake up." He snarls into her hair. "Wake up."
She remains lifeless as he chants. As he pleads. Her splayed legs move each time he pumps into her. Still she is limp and lifeless. Just as he needs her to be.
He feels his seed surging. He's about to break. He needs to let it go. He should do as he always does. He needs to. Pull out, you fool.
He cums deep inside her. He spasms and fucks her through his orgasm. His cum costs her walls and drips out around his intrusion, trickling down his base.
He collapsed on her and stays draped over her. His breath is shallow and his guts are empty. He sighs as he feels that temptation recede.
He won't need her again. He won't. No. He's visited her too much as it is.
He doesn't need her. Not at all. That's not why he's here. It isn't why he finds it so difficult to get off her.
He doesn't need her but should that seed find soil, oh, she will surely need him.
I loved this! Loki is so desperate for her. I bet it’s eating him up inside that she barely even acknowledges him and yet he is so consumed by her that he has to drug everyone in the vicinity to have her.
I was giggling at him slowly devolving. He’s like uh oh why do I want to kiss her? Why do I want her to want me back? Wait no I don’t. Why do I want to finish inside and make her need me too? I love it. He wanted to be the big bad man stealing from her at night but he got attached real quick. Loki said if she doesn’t want me, I’ll make her need me.
My guy was shivering over the movement of her skirts. He’s down so bad and that’s exactly how I like my men. And one of my favorite parts is him enjoying her not knowing what happened to her the next day. So scandalous. Thank you for writing this and thanks to the anon who suggested it!
A long time ago, my darling Reneausten and I spent a fruitful transatlantic evenafternoon discussing that burning question: what may Loki wear under his armour?
For the sake of science, I roamed the Interweb, and read a lot of fanfiction that would be likely to give undergarments a prominent place. Oftentimes, fic may provide a useful insight on the general consensus, and pondering on its reasons to be is never uninteresting.
Well. In the case that preoccupies us, would you like to know what the general consensus is? Mmh? Would you? Well, I am going to tell you what it is. The general consensus is pANTY FUCKING RIPPING ALRIGHT.
Goodness gracious, there isn’t one smutfic in which Asgardians, and when I say Asgardians I mean of course Loki, aren’t shredding cotton and lace like a bunch of moths tripping on acid, except for the ones in which lingerie gets magicked away, of course. Which, please.
Needless to say, all this didn’t exactly help. I fled durably traumatised and tormented by visions of precious fabrics being torn apart by alien brutes and tropephiliac writers, but most of all, I left as clueless as I had come.
Time went by, until this arrived in my Askbox:
talentlessmuse:
Do you think Thor and Loki went through breeching? Considering the nature of the clothing in Asgard, it seems like they could have spent their first years in frocks, but their “highly advanced” status makes me wonder.
Once again, the striking contrast between Asgard’s immensely advanced technology and the Asgardians’ fetish for everything antiquated is making me wonder from which side I should choose. Actually, the contrast is present in the clothes the princes themselves wear, at once elaborate and functional—hard to say, in fact, with all that shiny metal, those rich fabrics, and the many cows massacred for everyone’s leather, where does the armour end and the flourish begins.
I’m quite sure he’d find them pleasing. He indeed has a broad range of taste regarding clothes. Throughout the comics we see him in fur, leather, tunics, and even donning ripped clothes as a fashion statement.
In the MCU we often see him with dark green and black leather garments, he doesn’t necessarily dress like the Aesir around him by any means. He’s got that dark twist in his clothing choice, which is probably entirely purposeful. Overall the aesir clothing choice in the general population have a dressing style similar to ancient Greco Roman (that’s just how i would describe it). BUT we see lots of armor in the royalty as daily wear.
Fun fact; there’s a NSFW game on Newgrounds where if you answer questions about the Norse mythology correctly you get to undress Loki. It’s different every time. Fun stuff. ;)
For those who don't know Spanish:
"Chinga tu madre" is a common swear for "F*** your mother." They changed it to say MAGA instead of mother, obviously.
The second line is "No more orange."
Israel just carried out a large-scale terrorist attack in Lebanon by causing a number of pagers to simultaneously explode across the country, injuring thousands of people.
It's a developing story, but so far eight people, including an eight-year-old girl, have been confirmed murdered in the attack. An additional 3,000 have been injured.
I've seen Western media outlet report on this like its a target attack on Hezbollah fighters, with media figures in my own country using words like 'sophisticated' and 'impressive' in their reporting.
Look at this still from a video capturing one the pagers going off, and tell me what you see:
Does this look like a justified "military target" to you?
We don't know how these pagers were compromised yet, or who were carrying them, but we're starting to get a good idea of where they exploded, and so far, from the videos circulating online, that includes shops, supermarkets, buses, cars, civilian homes and hospitals.
If this had been done by any other country in the region, it would have been called a terrorist attack.
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