MOON KING && WANDERER @liehelm - Tumblr Blog

hi everyone! i’ve seen a couple of these floating around, so i figured i should make a post of my own. it’s the week before final exams, and for the past week or two all my time and energy has been spent on finishing up all my schoolwork before they hit, so i apologize for letting my activity slip on loki here so soon! after finals is winter break, so i’ll finally have the time to devote to my trickster here by the end of next week. thank you for understanding!

#let me tell you my guy college is hell #( ♢ ooc. )

❝ Mistletoe... ❞

#this is literally the worst #( ♢ dashcomm. )

@cursedeye

When one thought of the word ‘god’, magnificent things were brought to mind. Glowing divinity and pure grace, the judgement to determine what is right and what is wrong, and the power to enforce it. One thought of benevolence and wrath, and an existence beyond their very comprehension. They did not, however, think of shoplifting. And yet, to anyone who was keen enough to notice, that was just what the god of mischief found himself doing. Nimble fingers plucked the apple from the fruit street stand almost effortlessly, the stolen object already safely tucked away into Loki’s pocket before the stand owner had even turned his head. A few more steps and Loki would be home free, his lips already curling at the corners at the thought.

And yet.

❝ May I help you? ❞ His voice was pleasant as Loki turned to face the boy who had just placed a firm hand on his shoulder, sly green eyes giving away nothing. ❝ In need of directions, perhaps? ❞

#hey dweeb #( ♢ cursedeye 01. )#cursedeye

@scavengess

As soon as Loki had awoken in the Hive, had stepped foot outside of the building he’d found himself in, his mind had been making plans. And whether they were simple or complicated, tricky or honest, they all revolved around the same things: finding his way out of this city, finding his way home, and, most importantly, making sure he lived long enough to see those goals come to fruition. And yet, there was one thing that he hadn’t counted on, one thing he could have never seen coming.

He was cold.

With shoulders drawn up to his ears and warm breath blown onto his frigid fingers, Loki reflected on the strange feeling of the winter air nipping his cheeks. As a Frost Giant, such things had never bothered him before. His body, after all, was designed to relish the ice and snow of Jotunheim. But, it seemed, this place had stripped even that from the god, and now he was expected to suffer as mortals did. What a grim prospect.

And yet. As a warm paper cup of something that Loki couldn’t identify was pressed to his cheek, the Asgardian thought that maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad.

❝ Many thanks, kind stranger. ❞ The heat radiating from the cup instantly warmed Loki's fingers as he accepted the offering. ❝ Though I’m afraid I have nothing to give in return. ❞

#i love u #( ♢ scavengess 01. )#scavengess

@ubiytsar

Loki was used to strange. Used to dealing with strange. Purging the essence of his older, eviler self from his brother’s body by stabbing him with a truth sword? Easy. Outwitting the devil? Simple. Speed dating to find your wayward ex-girlfriend? Piece of cake. But, Loki had to admit, his current situation was... perhaps a little out of his comfort zone. But, what was it the mortals said? Ah, yes. Adapt or die. And so here was the god of mischief, walking the streets of the Hive with curious, darting eyes, his footsteps quiet compared to the hustle and bustle of all those who also occupied the sidewalk. City life, it seemed, was crowded no matter where one was. And, apparently, full of news stands.

Not but a few moments after he’d first stepped out onto the concrete street side, he’d spotted one, and now, ten minutes later, Loki was stopped before yet another, gaze flickering over the magazines and newspapers neatly stacked on its shelves. And yet, as a gloved hand reached to pluck one from where it sat, he was mildly surprised as slim fingers darted forward to lock around his wrist. And, even before he could properly process what was happening, the Asgardian’s arm had been swiftly twisted behind his back and pushed upward at a painful angle that tore at his shoulder.

❝ Ah. ❞ His voice was half laugh, half discomfort as Loki turned to see a flash of red hair and unamused eyes. ❝ I don’t suppose you’ve seen my brother anywhere around here, have you? ❞ It was worth a shot.

#pls let me live #( ♢ ubiytsar 01. )#ubiytsar

ayyy it’s everyone’s favorite god of mischief! i’m excited to get some interactions with loki here, so let’s get the ball rolling with an rp ad! so, like for a starter, capped at 3 but with marvel characters exempt!

#drum rolls dramatically #ca rp ad

you are my new boy