lkilaufeyson

Indie Loki RP blog Multiverse,multi-ship. MCU with a smattering of mythology and 616. Selective. Please read rules & bio before contacting.

[cittamemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

[lkilaufeyson]

[Anyone else still trying to get the new IM feature? Feel free to like this or send me a message or something and I’ll pass it along.]

[gotg-archive]

@mutuals

[imnotanightlight-a-deactivated2]

aijack:

now that Tumblr has this new IM system, i just wanna say that it’s 100% OK to message me!

you want to tell me something? go ahead! you tagged me in something? send me a link! you wanna show me something? do it!

i really don’t mind and honestly, i’d feel flattered of you’d message me.

[lkilaufeyson]

[Was going back through my blog to cut some old posts I’d made from mobile a while back and apparently instead of just saving things like it used to Tumblr’s decided to act like they’re new posts and throw them at the top of my blog. But not post them on the dash. WTF Tumblr I just wanted to edit them not screw up the order of everything.

So now all the fun, open, longer para stuff is buried a page in. *sighs and glares at this damn site*]

[actually-i-prefer-magneto]

“I could build you a throne,” Erik offers immediately. “I’d make sure to incorporate Jötunn design into it of course, but I expect that any Jötunn crafter would be unfamiliar with ways to make a throne that can be that tall and still remain structurally sound. It’s not exactly a design they would have needed before. Come to think of it, I imagine there is much in Jötunheim that I could help build and repair.”

[lkilaufeyson]

"Metal and ice, wound together," Loki contemplates. "So many of the master craftsmen and builders died in the war, and so much architecture was lost; rebuilding that is a large priority. And it would be beautiful, with the touches you could add."

[actually-i-prefer-magneto]

Something in him rebels against the concept of being a ruler and Erik pushes away the desire to insist that he’s not a ruler. He’s just helping the country get settled and working to make the entire thing official. Once that’s done, once everything is taken care of, Erik will still be nothing but the general who led the war. Never a ruler. “Do something rude to Stark for me while I’m gone,” Erik requests with a slightly forced grin.

[lkilaufeyson]

Loki grins in return, a glint of mischief in his eye. "Oh, I most certainly will. I'll be sure to take a video and send you a link to wherever I post it so that you can thoroughly enjoy his frustration and likely embarrassment."

[actually-i-prefer-magneto]

“I’ve seen you succeed at many daunting tasks before, I suspect you’ll manage this one as well.” Erik leans into the gentle feel of cool fingers across his skin, closing his eyes for a moment to just revel in the peace between them. He’s admittedly a bit nervous himself; Loki being crowned will change Erik’s life as well and he certainly never expected anything like this when he first fell for the god. “Things are often less funny from the other side,” Erik points out with a small chuckle as he opens his eyes again. “But at least the Jötun showing up at your coronation are actually supposed to be there. That puts you ahead of Thor’s first attempt already.”

[lkilaufeyson]

That earns a laugh and a nod from Loki as his hand settles against the side of Erik's neck. "I'll admit you have a point. I'm wearing significantly less clothing than he was, though," he points out with a bit of a grimace and a gesture at the jötunn outfit he'd been talked into wearing by a man he was still struggling to come to terms with as being his blood brother. Thankfully it was more than he'd seen many of the jotnar wearing in the past, but it still left much of his arms, legs, and chest bare which was a bit unsettling after being raised wearing layers upon layers of armor. It was important to emphasize that he stood with Jötunheim rather than Asgard, though, and he knew that. This would be a rocky enough rule to establish as it was.

[actually-i-prefer-magneto]

“I’ll watch that video on repeat for at least an hour,” Erik assures Loki. “I don’t imagine watching Iron Man lose will ever get old. Or any of the Avengers for that matter. They’re quite entertaining to mess with.”

[lkilaufeyson]

"I'll do my best to keep you entertained throughout the politics," Loki promises. "I know how dull that can get at times. Maybe when I royally fuck over Hydra I'll send you a picture of the bodies... Or what's left of them, at least."

[actually-i-prefer-magneto]

Erik’s gaze traces along exposed blue skin, following raised lines that disappear under relatively sparse clothing compared to Loki’s usual attire. He trails his fingers along one of the sweeping marks on his husband’s chest and with a hint of a smirk he says, “You say you’re wearing less as if it’s a bad thing. From where I’m standing, you look better in that than Thor could ever look in Asgard’s finest.”

[lkilaufeyson]

"Thank you," Loki replies sincerely, still a bit in awe of Erik's easy acceptance and even appreciation of his jötunn form. He had to admit that one benefit of the different attire was that it was far easier to have Erik's hands on his skin without having to take off any of his clothing. "Although I'm afraid that if I was considered a bit slight in Asgard, here I am downright diminutive. I'll have to get a very tall throne so I don't hurt my neck constantly having to look skyward to my people's faces."

[actually-i-prefer-magneto]

“Please do,” Erik agrees. “Though with Hydra i wouldn’t mind if you saved a few for me when I get back. Or you could always ship one to me. Stick a few holes and some water in the box and I’m sure they’ll at least be alive when I get them. Not for long, but long enough for me to relieve some stress.”

[lkilaufeyson]

Loki's grin turns toothy and cruel. "Oh, I think I might do both. Send you one—the box spelled to only open at your touch, of course, as we can't have any attempted rescues after all—and keep a few tied up in stress positions and without food until you get back. Maybe taunt them a bit with what's coming, and how it's going to be a thousand times worse than what they're going through then."

[actually-i-prefer-magneto]

“Both is a perfectly acceptable option,” Erik nods, his own smile matching Loki’s in cruelty. “It’s been too long since I was able to take my time with anyone, and I can think of no better victim than Hydra agents. Their blood spilling across my hands is one of the finer pleasures in life.”

[lkilaufeyson]

"Oh," Loki purred, "there will certainly be blood. We can paint the streets with it in warning to those who remain, proof that we're not cutting off heads. We're bleeding the monster dry and burning the remains."

[therealrashid]

the war is over (the war is never over), so march on home, little soldier, and watch your back - when you talk to the dead, the dead talk back.

(via darkpatriotism)

[ukrainian-psycho]

[lkilaufeyson]

What They Told Us Not to Fear || Open RP

He walks the streets like a ghost, booted steps whisper-soft against the concrete as he weaves through the nightlife bustle unnoticed and unrecognized. The darkness makes it easy, and wraps him in her embrace of anonymity. Nobody questions a shadow, after all. A shadow simply is. His mark walks a few dozen paces ahead, mouthing subtly along to whatever music they're listening to. Loki knows little about him beyond the relevant details—he's a faceless employee of a government archive, someone with security clearance to access the paper records for organizational purposes but a man nobody will bother to miss. If he has a family, Loki couldn't care less. After far too long they finally turn down a side street that's far enough from the bars and clubs so as to be practically empty this late at night and Loki moves in for the strike. The fool doesn't even notice his approach, the pathetic creature, so wrapped up is he in his music and false security. It's disappointingly easy to clamp an unforgiving hand down over the mortal's mouth, drag him into the alley, and drive a knife between his ribs before he can get his bearings. Loki isn't the sort to kill for sport and takes no real joy from the way his body slowly sags against him as life flees it, but death is necessary when one is waging battle and thus neither does it bother him. He lowers the body to the ground and starts rifling through pockets for keys, access cards, and anything else that may be of use. He's just emerged triumphant, plastic ID between his fingers, when he catches footsteps from his left at the entrance to the alleyway. Bloody-clothed and unrepentant Loki turns his head, smirking up as he remains crouched by the corpse. "Well," the god declares with a raised brow. "This is awkward."

[manymistypes]

-beth pecora

[lkilaufeyson]

[I went a bit AWOL when school started back up, but I miss this blog and my gleefully cruel, bitter muse so I’m going to try to get things up and running again. I’m definitely open to muses and muns I haven’t interacted with before, so drop a message in my askbox if you’d like to plot, or feel free to jump on a meme or open post.

To my older followers—sorry for the sudden influx of open posts. As always you’re more than welcome to reply to them if you like, but I need some fresh story to get things moving again.]

[lkilaufeyson]

Permafrost || Open RP

Loki sits with legs crossed in the wooden booth, fingers curled around a steaming mug of coffee as he thumbs through building plans for what used to be a SHIELD base but has been…repurposed, one could say, into a HYDRA command center. After quite a bit of research and no small amount of reconnaissance he’s learned a great deal about their security measures, along with their guard patterns, and marks another in on the plans in red marker with a sigh of disdain. Amateurs. Anyone even remotely interested in keeping intruders out would have more randomized patrols.

He takes a long sip of his drink, appreciating the warmth in contrast to the wintery draft from the old window beside him, coated in frost, and glances over to the door of the cafe as the bells on the door jangle in greeting.

His blood runs cold in familiarity—he would know that face anywhere.

Under the table, his fingers slip into his boot for the knife sheathed there as he ducks his head and busies himself with the papers in front of him, ears locked onto the potential threat.