KINGOFTHERAVENS : AN INDEPENDENT, CANON - DIVERGENT NORSE MYTH LOKI + ADDITIONAL MUSES including Loki's children, grandchildren, and original characters pertinent to his story. Adored by VICIOUS [ 31 ]. Please note that I diverge from mythology quite a bit and have developed Loki's story into something a little different than what people may be familiar with.
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GENERAL. This is an INDEPENDENT, FANDOMLESS BLOG FOR A CANON DIVERGENT MYTH BASED LOKI AND OTHER MUSES PERTINENT TO HIS STORY. This blog is VERY VERSE FLEXIBLE. Tracking #kingoftheravens. Personals are allowed to follow and interact but don't reblog personal threads and posts unless given permission to do so. Don’t ruin it for people, please. OCS AND DOUBLES WELCOMED! Important note, this blog is NOT Marvel affiliated. If you are not familiar with the myths that's okay, but do not assume Marvel = myth in terms of canon.
WRITING. I have my own way of formatting but you don't need to match me in any way, shape, or form. Do whatever you want. No icons? That’s fine. Don’t use small script? I don’t care. Quality over quantity. ASK MEMES ARE A GREAT WAY TO START AN INTERACTION. Even if we have never interacted before you are welcome to send in IC memes. And you are also welcome to turn asks into threads, you don’t need permission. This blog welcomes doubles ( e.g. other Loki's, Hel's, etc ) and OCs, including female muses. If you are not inclusive or accepting of OCs or female muses on your blog I will not be following back.
WARNINGS. I absolutely will not tolerate hate of any kind ( racism, homo-, transphobia, etc ). I’m queer and non-binary and most of my muses are queer and PoC. You’re a prick, you’re out. If I am interacting with a troubling individual, please kindly let me know as it’s extremely unlikely I am aware. I do not have a dni. Don't give me a reason to make one.
CONTENT WARNINGS. This blog will contain adult themes including blood, gore, violent themes, drug use / abuse, abuse mentions, religion discussions ( that are not always positive. ) Beware of adult language. FOR YOUR SAFETY, I ADVISE THAT YOU BE 18+ WHEN FOLLOWING THIS BLOG.
I TAG EVERYTHING usually within the format of "[ trigger ] tw" rather than using fancy ones. If you see something untagged ( or improperly tagged, ) please let me know ( nicely ) and I will amend it!
SHIPPING. HÆTTA x LOKI IS THE PRIMARY SHIP FOR THIS BLOG, however this does not mean I am single-ship. SHIPS ARE ALWAYS BASED ON CHEMISTRY. The better friends we are OOC the more likely I will want to ship with you. This goes for all muses, not just Loki. SHIPS DON’T HAVE TO BE ROMANTIC. Familial shipping is one of my favorites; Loki will literally adopt any and everyone who requires a dad. You want a dad? Here’s a free one right here! I DON’T WRITE SMUT. Just personal pref. It’s not my fave. I don’t care if you do. FOREWARNING: LOKI LEFT FOR MIÐGARÐR PRIOR TO INTERACTING WITH / MEETING SIGYN. THEREFORE, THEY ARE NOT NOR EVER WERE MARRIED.
DIVERGENCY. I DON'T WRITE MY LOKI AS A GOD. It's possible for your muse to assume he is one, yes, but he is not omnipotent, all-powerful, all-seeing. He is not a god. I headcanon him as an alien ( which he is, by definition: he's not human and he came from another planet. ) He will not acknowledge himself as a god and will be uncomfortable by the assumption. Think of this blog as a more realistic approach to the myths and Loki’s story AKA what if he was a real person? That being said, LOKI IS NOT IMMORTAL. He will die one day.
This Loki is very myth-canon divergent, so not all of the penned myths apply to him!
He left for Miðgarðr after Hróðvitnir’s binding
He will NOT kill Baldr
He does NOT marry Sigyn
He will NOT participate in Loki’s Flyting/Lokasenna
Sleipnir is NOT his son
He is NOT a god (see above)
Hróðvitnir and Jörmungandr were NOT born as a wolf and serpent (respectively), they were turned into them by Oðinn when he took them from Loki and Angrboða
Hel is NOT half-corpse
If you're unsure if something applies, don't hesitate to ask me! You can also scour his headcanons for further information.
MUSES. THIS BLOG OPERATES AS A MULTIMUSE, however Loki is considered my primary muse ( and Vasilija is my second primary. ) Every muse featured here plays a role in Loki’s story: everyone is tied together. All are available for interaction. This means you are meant to specify in the meme / etc which muse you would like. They are here for a reason and that’s to be interacted with! THESE SIDE MUSES ARE GEARED TOWARD THIS LOKI’S STORYLINE ONLY. So, I will not adapt the kids / grandkids or Angrboða to other Loki's stories. When interacting with them, their father / grandfather / ex-partner will be this Loki.
Vasilija — Left Hand of the Raven King — OC
Keir — Right Hand of the Raven King — OC
Hróðvitnir — Loki’s eldest son
Jörmungandr — Loki’s son
Hel — Loki’s daughter
Angrboða — Mother of Loki's children
Hati — Hróðvitnir's son — Sköll’s twin brother
Sköll — Hróðvitnir's son — Hati’s twin brother
CREDIT. All icons, edits, headers, promos, and playlists are made by me unless otherwise stated. PSD used in edits and icons is by KrypteriaHG. Header image is a drawing of my Loki by my friend, Emily ( she's not on social media anymore, alas. )
HOWDY!
I'm Vicious ( they / them ). I'm thirty-one and have been RPing for twenty years ( fifteen on tumblr. ) I'm situated in MST / MDT ( Colorado, USA ) timezone. Some people might know me from my other blog ( @mxlevolence ). I've been writing Loki since March 2012, Keir since 2013, Vasilija since 2017, and the kids since 2018. They all mean a great deal to me and I would not be the writer I am today without them!
🎁 : JEALOUS TYPE / DOJA CAT — VASILIJA
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The remnants of dusk illuminated the horizon line cotton candy pink. Vasilija loitered in the back alley of a Mexican restaurant, nose filled with the pungent fumes of roasted chiles and cilantro. Her presence was no mistake. She was patiently lying in wait. For what, she would not tell, but James was certainly not her target. The half-glance she shot in his direction upon his arrival was more than proof of that.
James was nothing short of an anomaly. For all her charms, Vasilija's appeal certainly had a limit. A finality, a punctuation mark that made people revile her. If it wasn't her innate cruelty or her often inevitable disinterest, it was her overall poor manners. In short, she was not to everyone's tastes. But James was persistent despite Vasilija's colder aspects. For what reasons, she could not discern ( not that she'd asked, either. ) With enough silent dismissal cues, people tended to catch a hint and back off, but not James. Like a hungry buzzard to fresh carrion, he persisted.
( Frankly, it was a little endearing. )
James, chasing her, in so many words, like a petulant child. A kitten running down its play mouse. Vasilija pried her gaze from the sliver of parking lot she'd been attentively observing and aimed it at James. A stare like the ice-cold glaciers of the north. Reaching, she grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him close. So close that her mouth stalled mere centimeters from his. Her eyes drifted to his mouth and back to his eyes. And how deliberate that sensual action was. ( Damn if she didn't know how to drive someone crazy. )
"I'm not your toy, James."
With that, she released her vice grip upon him, pressing her palm against his chest to give him a light push. Her attention lost to the quiet parking lot once more.
"What, like a husband? A fiance?" The question immediately succeeded @desiderixm's assumption, punctuated by the fluidity in which Vasilija slapped the flap of the first aid satchel shut. She arched a red brow as revulsion withered her mouth. Palpable disgust. The expression, however, was gone as quickly as it arrived, replaced with indifference. "No."
The stitch work on Tarhos's side was remarkably adept. Bloody and uneven, but proof of prior experience. Yet still Vasilija eyed her handiwork the way an artist eyes its masterpiece: dissatisfied, but unwilling to restart.
"Wanderin' off alone, tempting as it sounds, would be suicide. So guess you'll all suffice for the time being, stench and all." She extended a roll of bandage to Tarhos with a smile.
Ever noticed that all parts of Vas's life ( as a pirate and a cowboy ) are narrated / expressed by people who were never there ( historians and the like ) and never by her? She has never narrated her experiences during those time periods beyond casual mentions here and there. And her reasons, though unknown, are doubtlessly manifold.
I think part of it is because she simply has no desire to. The past is the past, who cares, yadda yadda type shit. But I think there's another aspect to it, too. Perhaps one she doesn't consciously regard.
Captain Vasilija obviously had a crew for the entirety of her reign as pirate—a crew consisting of many of the same people throughout the decades. When she opted to abandon ship, so to speak, and hang up the tricorn, she ensured her crew was taken care of prior to disappearing somewhere in America.
Time stretched on. When she reappeared in the American West in the 1860s, again, she had a gang around her. But when her time as a cowboy came to an end, she set off completely on her own and remained alone until she met Loki and co.
And I think that's a root of her resistance to speak on her past: she knew a lot of people who inevitably died, be it from horrific ways or from natural old age. The frail mortality of humans became a crude lesson learned for her, so much so that she refused to have anything beyond bare bones, surface level interactions with anyone from the 1890s until she met Loki in 2015. 119 years alone. Who chooses that, especially when all her previous life experiences had her surrounded by many people?
ONE. The letter ð ( eth ) isn’t actually a 'd', it’s a softer "th" sound. Many use a ‘d’ in place because they look similar, but phonetically the ð letter doesn't quite sound like 'd'.
This is different from þ ( thorn, seen in Þorr’s / Thor's name ) which is another "th" sound. Think of ð as a gentler "th" sound like the word "other," where your tongue is a bit more focused behind your teeth versus þ which is centered between the top and bottom teeth (like the word "thunder"). This means that Angrboða's name is actually closer to Angrbotha vs Angrboda. The intricacies honestly don't matter; no one's gonna ream you for spelling it or pronouncing it "Angrboda" with a hard 'd'.
TWO. It’s not Lokison / Lokidottir. The 'i' at the end of Loki’s name is considered "weak" and therefore turns into an "a", making his children Lokadottir and Lokason. There's a really good resource here that explains what to do with letter endings for patronymics if you're curious about the intricacies ( scroll down to the box charts. ) This means that, yes, myth Loki's patronymic would be Fárbautason not Fárbautison.
THREE. In most matronymic cases ( using the mother’s name vs the father’s ), "-jar" is added in the middle to signify it's a matronymic vs a patronymic. This would make myth Loki's matronymic Laufeyjarson. There will be instances in which grammar will require a different spelling or arrangement, but that's a little bit more advanced than I think people here wanna get. For all intents and purposes, follow the ending rules and add -jar.
FOUR. Patron- & matronymics aren’t surnames in Norse culture. If you get married to, say, Thor, you wouldn’t take “Odinson” as a last name because that implies you’re Odin’s son and not Thor’s partner. Our modern ways do not apply to the Norse usage of -nymics.
FIVE. Jörmungandr’s name is pronounced "your-muhn-gahn-dur" ( with rolled 'r's. ) The 'j' sounds like a 'y'. "Jötunn" / "Jötnar" / "Jötunheimr" are also pronounced with a “y.” Thus, "Yo-tun" / "yote-nar" / "yo-tun-heimr".
SIX. I understand Marvel dubs them "Asgardians," but this is incorrect in myth terminology. Those of Ásgarðr ( Oðinn, Frigg, their kids, etc ) are not Asgardian/s, they are Æsir, pronounced "ice-ear" ( singular Áss which is pronounced like "ox" but with an 's' instead of an 'x'. ) Freyja, Freyr, and co are Vanir ( singular Vanr. )
SEVEN. You can generally google the actual Old Norse spellings of many of the Gods' names but here are a few: Þórr, Óðinn, Angrboða, Jörmungandr, Fenrisúlfr / Hróðvitnir, Frigg, Freyja, Týr, Höðr.
There are keyboard shortcuts to create many of these letters which I have compiled into a list here!
EIGHT. A huge misconception is that Loki married a giant named Glut and had two daughters with her ( Eisa and Einmyria. ) This is a translation error. A fire giant named Logi was married to Glut, a separate being altogether.
Loki took a hearty sip from his paper coffee cup, savoring the sweetness on his tongue, even as the subject matter in question threatened to curdle it.
"Immortality's a fallacy," he quipped. And a fallacy he had proven, though in another time, in a different place, with an array of people he no longer associated with. The memory burned acidic, a cruel reminder. ( He still had trust issues with apples to this day. ) "I've seen its demands and its cost; I don't get the appeal."
Loki pursed his lips, discontent wrinkling the space between his brows.
"Yet I understand the fear of death, too. How it drives people to make vapid decisions." Anything to avoid death. To prevent the inevitable. A defiance against nature.
"But what do I know." Loki shrugged, eyes drifting to Spencer. "I'd like to die one day, just not yet."
The sun burned hot and dry, and two outlaws stood in the shade of a scrawny elm tree waiting for the reprieve of a storm bruising the horizon. Vasilija leaned against the tree trunk, desert dust coating her stetson, freckling the bridge of her nose. Her glacial eyes were fixed on the jagged edges of the distant mountains where the storm brewed. Prolly ten minutes out. Enough time to rest.
"It's whiskey in my hip flask. Nothin' fruity."
She unhooked the flask, took one swig, and offered it to Tarhos. Beside her, Meerschaum munched on dying grass, his ears twitching at hovering flies.
A swipe of her tongue across her lips, Vasilija continued, "If you're tryin' to head to town before that storm hits, I reckon we got another eight minutes to kill."
