* 𝐂𝐀𝐎𝐒.

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.

[lokihiddleston]

THOR (2011) - LOKI SERIES (2021)

    › request by anonymous

[abvnai-a]

@laufaes​​ asked: SONG : singing or humming a lullaby. 

      she isn’t aware of who leaned inward first, her or loki, but it doesn’t matter now. they were leaning on each other, a mixture of green and black and gold and tan. it seems like they’ve made a HOME out of the alcove in the room in between where her room is adjoined, all because they found each other awake too many times to be coincidence. or maybe it was, and they timed themselves around each other.  SHE PRAYS THEY TRUST EACH OTHER ENOUGH NOW.  she’s grown used to the way his thumb rubs over her knuckles by accident, or how she knows the little indents in his fingers, some from holding his staff over the years, but there’s a story behind each.               & there’s an growing pile of books by the window, like a beanstalk. on the table is a pot of tea and two cups, and she glances to how she can see cassiopeia and then ursa minor & major to the northwest, and pegasus to the northeast, and she thinks about how she would have never noticed if it hadn’t been for loki pointing it out days prior. and she can’t help but think how the stars remind her of him, ETHEREAL and otherworldly, and she can’t help but wonder if this was what all the stories talked about and was she a fool for ( hoping. )

       when she looks away from the window, she hears the softness of loki’s breathing, at least at first. and she doesn’t want to bother him, considering she knows how rare it comes. her fingers push his hair gently off his face, her gaze softened as she lets her fingers rest on his cheek, but not too long. she thinks of Michelangelo and Caravaggio and wonders if they had thought of anything as BEAUTIFUL as the god sleeping next to her, leaning back in the cushioned chair.  things no longer seem simple or silly, not when it comes to loki.  it isn’t until she hears the familiar noises in his sleep, the ones of distress and pain, that she HATES he suffers from. she’s gotten familiar with them, so much so that she’s gotten better at waking him, even if she hates to. so her thumb brushes along his jaw, fingers in dark tendrils of hair, and brushing them away from his face.  she doesn’t realize she’s begun to hum lowly, eyes glowing a soft gold like morning suns. 

her fingers cup his face tenderly, his silly girl comment long beyond the depths of her mind. forgotten. all she can focus on is making sure that HE is okay.  her lips part before she can stop it, as if her INSTINCTS HAVE TAKEN CONTROL.      ❝ i have a meadow, green and big. i have a meadow, full of flowers where you can rest your head. and when the fog lightens, it will be a meadow with trees and green leaves, shelter wherever you please. i have a meadow where you can rest. i have a meadow, and while you are there, who shall you fear ? i’ll protect you and keep you safe, dear. sacred is the peace you’ll find there, deep in the meadow. ❞   where my heart keeps you near.    the last six words fall as a soft murmur from her lips,  and she presses her lips together as her teeth set into her bottom lip.  the sudden wave of vulnerability is foreign, but not unwarranted. FOR ONCE, she isn’t afraid.   ❝ where my heart keeps you near.  loki, gods, please rest. be at peace. please. ❞  even though she knows a simple wish can’t be enough. but she needs him to be okay.

‘i love you’ prompts.         @laufaes​​, accepting.

[laufaes]

@iceknir said:  [ patience ] your muse telling mine to be patient .

    ❛  must you dilly-dally for this long?❜  comes the accented reply from a highly unamused god. he does not keep track of the time for fear his worn thin equanimity might cause him to use a cloaking spell with the replacement of an illusion and may he be damned if he hears the end of it. she’s been at it for a long time, a spell that should impress odin and make a lasting impression --- one that clearly wouldn’t impress even the most eager of children waiting to see. he doesn’t doubt her skills and surely his father isn’t blind to her talent either, but odin lacked diligence far worse than loki. her reply does nothing to quell the boredom he’s been subjected to and the prince rolls his eyes before rising, casually walking over to where she stands.  ❛  if you can’t show me, what on earth makes you think performing in front of the king will be any easier? would you dare tell him to have patience after he’s brushed you off? ❜  circling like a vulture, the trickster pauses behind her and bows forward over a shoulder.  ❛  use that fear and nervousness to persevere, not to waver, especially when it comes to magic. ❜

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .

[apexpraedator]

◤(un)popular opinion; i’m not really a fan of muses who pull the ‘i’m not afraid of you, lol’ card with dangerous or powerful muses when they are being threatening ( or even if they appear humble or cute but are full of power ). if it wasn’t for being called god modding, i’m 700% sure these more powerful muses would have, could have, should have killed another muse if they persistently irritate them. especially if the offending character is a run of the mill human. unless your muse has dealt with similar monsters/menacing personalities/dangerous situations - try not to antagonize deadly muses to the point of obvious rage knowing the writer can’t really write them killing your muse even though that is completely in their nature to do so.

[lokihiddleston]

[allthingsthorki]

I call this style “elegant-dangerous”.

[the-lady-witchitery]

or ‘Murderously Chic’

[sheris532]

Or “predatorially powerful.”

[laufaes]

@abvnai​ said:  [ calm ] your muse telling mine to ‘just breathe’

    in the vivid moments of torture and excruciating pain, he begins to wonder if not telling anyone about his year long absence was to blame for his predicament. of course, no one would dream of offering sympathy towards the mad god --- perhaps they would find solace in knowing he does indeed suffer in ways they cannot cause nor fathom to relation. sleep is no longer kingdom come and when red stains his vision, the sharp and searing burn of agony crawl up his spine, he feels the physical shift. something real and not tricks of the mind, someone calling out to him in a panic. he’s screaming, agony and rage knotted. he wrestles with the grasp around his waist, pleading ( begging ) for sweet death. he craves release from the hellish moments which had continued for so damn long. and she gives it to him without fully knowing how just her words alone is enough to make the trickster snap awake, jolting upright within her arms and almost crashing his forehead into hers. for a split, sweat-drenched moment, loki looks wild and unaware of the situation. even his breathing feels...wrong. why was she here?

    he collects his composure steadily as deep breaths will allow, their close proximity not entirely helping the rapid beating of his heart. ❛ silly girl, ❜  loki breathes out, raising a hand to press a palm delicately to the side of her face, trembling and uncoordinated as fingers curl into the loose strands of her hair.  ❛ are you mad, grabbing me like this? ❜  i could have hurt you.  but he’s not willing to say much more than he already has, especially in his current state of disarray. withdrawing back against the headboard with a loud thud, his expression goes from composed to worn out, exhaustion seeping into his bones and making him limp. all he can do is stare at her before scoffing lightly and shaking his head, sending dark strands a scattering flock across his face.  ❛  i must be a bloody damn sight, am i not? if you’re going to mock me, best get on with it.❜

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .

[lokilaufeysonr]

                    “𝐼'𝑚   𝑛𝑜𝑡

                          𝑎   𝑚 𝑜 𝑛 𝑠 𝑡 𝑒 𝑟.”

[abvnai-a]

I’m selling my heart and soul to @laufaes and that’s just it! 🥺💕 you made me and beau soft

[laufaes]

idlcminds​:

@laufaes​ continued from

   She thinks for a moment that he’s being sarcastic. Its one of those human nuances she has yet comprehend entirely. Craetians didn’t speak like the humans do - or whatever being this was - didn’t really have need for voice apart from attracting prey. The tonal cues and huffs of conversation tended to go over her head a little bit, and then she’d have give off some version of a smile that she could manage and walk away from the conversation. 

    She looks out in the vague direction of the tree and it is indeed there. It just another plain, boring tree in another plain, boring park, as far as she’s concerned. She supposes she’s biased in all things, still remembering vividly the gargantuan plant-life the ran rampant across her home world. If pressed she might admit that the life on this planet wasn’t quite as bad as all that - not nearly as many of the shrubs are carnivorous, so there is that.

     “Well, it is a tree. What exactly is it that you find so enthralling about it?”

    he doesn’t expect her to understand what he see and what makes this tree different from the others. his tastes are for him only and for good reason, he assumes. with her lingering question and obvious curiosity in what makes the tree enthralling, the dark prince of mischief rolls his eyes and forfeits the lovely silence they once shared. ❛ it’s shedding it’s leaves with each sway from the wind. no matter how gentle, they rain down in various colors and splay across it’s roots like a carpet or a sea of color. and because the park is so bare, it sticks out like a sore thumb, unseen and boring to some, a unique and vibrant beauty to others. midgardians would say it’s aesthetic and powerful enough to spark romance from the deepest depths. ❜  loki turns to face her now, brow raised.  ❛ but to many, it is just a tree. ❜

[laufaes]

synthmama​:

There isn’t time to split hairs on this. Quinn eyes him with something serrated sharp, as if weighing options. But, the second passes, and she relents; choosing to trust he’ll make the right decision. She steps aside, the arm that once blocked Loki now gesturing magnanimously towards their path ahead. “I suppose I’ll allow it, o smartass of wherever-the-hell-you’re-from.” 

It does raise the question of where he’s from, anyways. She didn’t quite catch the usual flavors of dialect expected from a Bostonian Commonwealth citizen, born and raised. A test of the waters, later, might prove useful. “Though I do have to ask: have you fought a deathclaw before? Or are you just trying to put on a show?” 

    thankful that her arm is no longer obstructing his way, the god offers a dramatic bow before sweeping forth with his usual grace and poise. neither deathclaws nor nuclear wastelands change how he carried himself-- like a king and nothing less. of course it raises questions, some she may have herself but it can wait. and it will wait lest they wish to lose their hides during an unlucky clash with the beast. at the mere question, loki does halt momentarily before continuing on his way with obvious skepticism. ❛ no..but i believe saying i have fought much worse and bigger creatures count for something, yes? prim and proper i may appear, but i too, have bled in battles. ❜  many of them if he’s honest.

[laufaes]

knowseverythingaboutyou​:

“it goes better some days than others.” she looks straight at him, not bothering to disguise the hostility she feels for him. thor can hope he’s rehabilitated all he wants, but maria likes to abide by the (dis)trust and verify method of collecting intel. it’s hard for a guy who’s spent his entire life lying — especially when that life that is generations longer than the average human life — to change overnight. “don’t tell me that you would so easily get over someone trying to kill you.” it might technically have been barton’s hands aiming at her, but loki had been in control then. not to mention the agents that had fallen during his escape and the attack on new york. she takes the wine glass and lifts it to her lips, tasting it before she sits down across from him. he’s got good taste in wine, and she knows enough about him to be relatively sure he wouldn’t drug her. he likes misch she’s just as practiced at the polite game as anyone else, and this is meant to be a fact finding mission. shooting him, though satisfying, wouldn’t get her what she wanted. especially if he was just an illusion again. “my grudges or my troubles?” she asks blithely, raising an eyebrow. “i have new troubles every day, but my grudges don’t last long. mostly because i get even before they have a chance to fester.”

    he watches her move to sit across from him before speaking, thrilled by her obvious hatred for him and even more interesting thoughts. she could do as she pleased with him, but it would change nothing and more importantly, bring back nothing. ❛ oh there’s a long line of people craving my demise. ❜  he says dismissively, leaning forward as if what comes next is a rare secret.  ❛ it should bring you great pleasure to know that i did meet my demise, paid for all my crimes and injustice by the very hand of thanos himself. ❜  and he leans back in his chair, a smile parting way for gleaming teeth before it fades away as quickly as it appeared.  ❛ well, that loki paid for them, right after he earned forgiveness. how tragic, is it not? ❜  he half-laughs, another sip of wine stolen and savored while the agent let his words sink in, although he is pressed for time when it comes to his schedule-- multiverse traversing is fickle. in response to her latter comments, he hums curiously.  ❛ you’re about odd at the moment, i believe. seeing as i am here while you contemplate how satisfying my pain would be and taking wise precaution to not get on my bad side since i’m clearly not an illusion, you’ll never be even again. ❜

[laufaes]

abvnai​:

      had she been younger she might have flinched before the slap. rubbed it as if to soothe the pain away.  instead, she let the handprint continue to burn her skin, leaving it untouched           if it weren’t for the ring that had been on a pinky, she might have even welcomed it as a reminder that she was still breathing. instead, she can feel a gash when she presses her tongue to the inside of her cheek. it’s a wound she know will physically heal, but the damage to her safety, the refresher of trauma that she thought she had buried within the depths of her psyche; that will linger much longer, way after the cut on her cheek was healed and gone without a physical reminder. she doesn’t mean to shrink herself before loki ( it’s not caused by him. it’s a habit that hadn’t yet died. ) but it happens before she can stop her muscles from acting in memory. heaven knows she’s seen someone’s hand raised to her too many times for comfort. 

loki is a storm, but he’s one she would be okay with crashing over her. he’s better than the person who would always have the AWARD of hurting her the most. his fingers are cold but she welcomes it because it is soothing. it’s kindness. and just for a moment would she allow herself to be crippled. he’s warmer than the duat, which she’s personally found herself in too many times to be normal. his gaze roots her like a tree, a little firmer than one swayed by a hurricane. the flicker of green around him like budding plants in spring, beautiful and magnificent and substantial. something sturdy. something lasting. something captivating. even with his sharp tongue, he is glorious to her.  he is worthy to her. there’s nothing exact she can compare him to, but he is like, and that is more than enough. it’s perfect. somehow, she would know him with her eyes closed. she would know him by touch alone. by walk alone. by voice alone. she would know him. she could never forget someone who was the tangible proof of her only hope.

she knows monsters. 

he isn’t one. 

not by far. at least not to her. she sees the way different identities ripple through him, warrior and god and trickster and defender although the latter surprises her. just a little. especially as a result of her. is this what sentiment gained her ?  she doesn’t mean to lean into his hand as his thumb traces her cheek.  she knows the taut muscle in her cheek relaxes and her features soften as she looks down at her feet for a second, before nodding her head to finally respond.  ❝   i’m alright.  or at least I will be. ❞   eventually.  she closes her eyes as he tucks hair behind her ear, and as she notices he begins to step back, her hand closes around his, gently. her fingers lightly rest over his knuckles, as if to offer some warmth of her own. it’s so he could shake her away if he wanted. but she doesn’t want him to go. ❝  but, you didn’t have to do what you did. ❞ stand up for her. ❝  and you did. for me, without thinking, without hesitation          so, thank you, loki. ❞ he could have left her to suffer. he could have gone about his way. words cannot express her gratitude. so whatever his reason… she is more than thankful for. she begins to move to let go of his hand, searching his features for anything more. ❝   i didn’t mean to stop you or take your time. ❞ translation: but if it’s quite alright; if you wouldn’t mind, please stay.

    loki doesn’t consider himself to be openly affectionate to many, if any. as a child, he found comfort and understanding from books and stories told-- he never questioned reality and fiction no matter how many stories bounced back and forth, in between the logic. while thor wanted to be a grand hero, he never truly grasped the true terrors. war brought death, chaos and madness, everything books tried to cover up with a beautiful maiden and damsel. they always got the girl, trials and tribulation conquered. it’s only the trickster whom siphoned out the books of horrors, recited lines that sparked discomfort for many and had so many ideas. these books, his father hissed, are filling your mind with only nonsense. but loki was an independent thinker, not easily swayed by the opinions of others. perhaps this is what drew him to beau --- she was different in both looks and personality, maybe even just as troubled as he. she was a beauty, noble and with fire which set ablaze even the mightiest of foes. he will never lie about this. but when she grabs his hand with her much smaller one, soft fingers leaving a dancing warmth across his knuckles, oh how does his mind run to those books. shakespeare warned him, did he not?

    or was it his mother? he will not dare pull away from this foreign gesture often displayed towards his brother. sky blues flicker downward as loki notes the little details midgardians usually don’t while in the presence of a woman; the way the setting sun makes her skin shine as bright as asgard ( if not brighter ), mimicking the very gold embellishments which outlines his armor. how she tenderly touches him, a monster, as if he would shatter within her grasp. and slowly he raises his gaze to connect with hers as she speaks, pausing on her lips before locking with her own once more. she seems more affected by his show of kindness than the situation which happened moments before. so genuine, uncorrupt. loki dares to press closer, towering over her but not looming as he does to many. he wants to close the gap he caused, reassure her thoughts without giving away his own ( and his secret ).

         thank you, loki.

    not a thought, but spoken aloud. everything sounds so different to him now -- has his name sounded so perfect before? can his name truly be said without disgust? how can loki sound so worthy from her tongue? his expression doesn’t give away his confusion nor fascination, a sigh expelled quietly and lips parting to speak. ❛ i am not worthy of such gratitude, not after all i have done and possibly will do. ❜  his voice is a hushed whisper and while he admits, there’s an ache in his chest. one day, they would be on opposite sides of the playing field, he knows. would she hold his hand and say his name the same then? when he spirals into madness and chaos? 

   he thinks she answers his question with her inner thought and his heart swells with an indescribable dolor and without thinking, loki answers immediately while pulling her hand back before she can let go. ❛ i’ll stay, ❜  a pause.  ❛ if you’ll have me, that is. ❜

[laufaes]

ssprxmx​:

↳  @laufaes​ entered the Sanctum.

   ❝ I doubt this is a social visit. ❞

    ❛ well, i’m quite bored and was told the circus came to town.❜

[lov3nerdstuff]

Thor: let’s go.

Loki: will there be food?

Thor: *frowns* uhm… No? Why?

Loki: because if there’s no food how will I get people to shut the f*** up?!

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[abvnai-a]

THERE WERE TWO INEVITABLE TRUTHS. I DEFY THEM ALL. WHAT CAN BE DONE WHEN WOMAN EVOLVES TO BE MORE ?

[laufaes]

    his asgardian armor is enough to make the people here back away, pull their children behind the safety of their legs and murmur about how odd this warrior is. all except for a woman who seems to be approaching him just as steadily as he walked about the dirt road, their gazes locked before the gap is closed. it seems as if he won’t understand her language due to his silence ranging for nearly a minute until thin lips part, blue gaze never wavering. ❛ it’s impolite to stand in one’s way and demand who they are. the word stranger exists for a reason. ❜

starter | @culthcnt​

[laufaes]

culthcnt :

      His gaze hardens, and in return so does hers. Kassandra wasn’t sure who this man is, but he called her a mortal, so he must be someone that either has some soft of god complex or is actually a god. Though she doesn’t come by those often, she does remember she has met quite a few in her life time. Her long life time, that is. Letting out a small huff of annoyance, she placed her hands on her hips but she does not move.                          ❝You called me a mortal, so that gives something away.❞           Wait, go through her? Gods, that’s a strange way in putting it. Furrowing scarred eyebrows, she takes one step to the side. She much rather not know what he means.

    ❛  it gives away what it should and nothing more. ❜  a quick response rushed by his own impatience and thus he proceeds to make truth out of his previous statement, odd as it may have sounded to her. the second she moves out his way, loki arches a brow and is quick to turn on the balls of his feet, eyes narrowed in suspicion. that was far too easy for someone who had the look of death and stubbornness in their eyes. what exactly was the catch should he continue? a knife to the back? gods knew he had plenty stuck there already. ❛  what’s the ploy with me passing? surely that wasn’t enough to win the battle, was it? ❜