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RP Blog is 18+ only, but not any explicit NSFW. Canon-flexible .
(Main) Loki, God of Mischief: shapeshifter, bisexual, fluid. Survived IW but barely - was really ‘mostly dead’ ala Westley in Princess Bride. How he was rescued/rescued himself, where he’s been, what he knows what happened after the Statesman is thread dependent.
(Other Loki). Fudging with the timeline, canon, and, comics, and universe depending on thread and RP. Main thing is attempting to stay consistent per thread! I come from fic writing so that’s how my brain works.
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misc tags: #headcanons, #quizzes and memes, #ooc, #ooc posts
Mischief Mun: is 30+, pronouns she/they, been writing fic for years, started in a sci-fi fandom, now in MCU and Loki centric. Main ship I write is frostiron. Dabbling in hannigram in Hannibal tv. Keeping my AO3 and tumblr separate but open to sharing privately if you want to scope me out for RP partnering. I’ve published over 800k words on AO3. I like a plot.
In US Central time zone. Only on mobile (phone, tablets) so don’t expect a lot of fancy graphics and such.
Open Starters: Sleeping Beauty Clandestine Creature
Rules:
-This is new for me, so just don’t be weird or a jerk and we’ll be fine
-The block button will be used if necessary
-No hate: no bigotry, racism, transphobia, etc, so educate yourselves accordingly. Ya know, like you should be doing in life anyways.
-No MCU hate: this doesn’t mean there can’t be criticism of characters and actions, but there’s criticism (I have plenty of my own) and then there’s just bashing and vitriol. There’s a lot of bs in the Loki fandom and that is not happening here. I love all Lokis as characters and the show.
For RP partners:
-Loki controls his own shipping, thoughts, and actions.
-RP is supposed to be interactive, yes? So if you want total control, that’s what fic writing is for.
-Time to post: Probably slow, I have a full time job and am constantly writing several fics in more than one fandom
-Feel free to send a starter ask and we’ll see! Or random asks not exactly intended for long term threads!
-Shipping: Default is platonic. Something romantic or sexy can develop but even then don’t expect very explicit scenes - it’s just not something I think I’d be up for skill wise or be comfortable with in the RP world. Flirting and talk is ok. If you’re set on an explicitly smutty ship, best to move along. That being said, frostiron is my main Loki ship. I dabble in strangefrost, strangeironfrost, frostshield
-Crossovers: possible, especially if I know the universe
-OCs: I don’t know how I’ll be without pre-existing knowledge of some kind (new around here, in fic I’ve done OC’s but they were mine, ya know?) Open to it.
-RP is in threads here
For non-RP blogs:
-Comments and reblogs are not welcome. Just keeping it tidy.
-Asks are welcome for commentary or screaming happily about threads
-Asks for random questions are welcome
-No RP threads with personal blogs
Wishlist
Thor, God of Thunder. (brothers forever) Look, I just want Thor and Loki reunited, okay?
Sam Wilson, Captain America. (likely enemies to friends). I think it would be interesting to throw these two who have never met together
Peter Parker: (friends, maybe a bit of mentor-mentee)
// ooc: This song has been on a loop in my head, giving me messy f.rostiron and s.trangefrost from the humans’ pov, just replace “secondhand smoke” with “incense smoke”
someday I’ll be able to listen to music without thinking about my fic ships, really.
oh that's sounds good, I do hope you enjoy the pleasures of different sweets here on earth. My personal favorite is chocolate:) 💜
There is a range of chocolate treats. From dark to milk to fruity to spicy. The amount of variety in this one corner of sweets is staggering. Not that I mind, especially when Black Forest gateau exists. Is there a specific favorite of yours?
hello, loki how are you? This is the same Anon who had a bad day and I just wanted to thank you for making me feel better. You really are amazing loki💜
Oh, hello again. It still amazes me how one small act such as a hug can have such an impact.
Currently I have a sugar craving. There seems to be no limit to Midgardian creativity when it comes to candies.
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The buzz in his ears dissipated and Loki could hear what the man was saying. That was English. He made it to Earth somehow and by the man’s accent somewhere in the United States. Instead of being afraid of Loki, he was offering a hand. There was open kindness in the gesture and in the expression.
Huh.
Maybe Thor had been correct after all. There was more evidence Loki could be on Earth without everyone running away screaming from him.
Fantastic.
From the ground, Loki looked up to where the man was looking in the sky and didn’t see any threats for the moment, so he gripped the offered hand. He stumbled and the man responded by wrapping Loki’s arm around his shoulders. They got him to his feet. More kindness. Once he was on standing, he attempted to speak again to offer his thanks and introduce himself. Yet again there were no words since he was still healing from the attack.
Normally he would simply create illusions in the air of words, but without any seidr he resorted gesturing to his throat to signify his issue.
Scott gasped, eyes wide with the realization of what Loki said. “You’re right!” Food temporarily forgotten, he scrambled up from the table and rushed to the light switch as if his life depended on it. He was actually giggling like an excited kid too. Cassie would get such a kick out of this, he thought.
When the lights went out, the bioluminescence became more brilliant and vibrant, and Scott let out a long “Wooooooaaaaaah!” in pure delight.
“This is honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever done since I learned how to shrink and grow!”
Shrink and grow. There it was - a large missing piece to the puzzle that was Scott Lang, what in the universe Loki was doing falling on his roof, and why he knew the Avengers. There was more, but it would come in a little time.
In the dark, that revealed fact and the sheer glee coming from the mortal made Loki grin. The effects of the firefly wine was one of Loki’s favorite things to play with and he couldn’t resist the opportunity for it and to show off. He was feeling much better from his injuries after all.
He summoned a little seidr, weaved it around his skin, and pulled-
The bioluminescence drifted off of him and localized in the palm of his hand. More would slowly appear on his skin as the wine metabolized, but for now his skin was returned to normal. He focused and his seidr blew at each individual bioluminescence molecule so they floated. They met up with each other and formed little spots in the air around the room.
Scott looked up and around at the glowing dots freckling the room, childlike wonder all over his bioluminescent face. He giggled softly in delight as he poked one of the spots, and it seemed to gently bounce off the tip of his finger and float away from the impact like a bubble that wouldn’t pop. It was incredible.
A big kid at heart, Scott Lang was certainly one who was good at seeing the simple joy in things, and he tried to fill his lonely, boring days of house arrest with such to help him endure it all. Most of that was more for Cassie’s benefit than his own, and while he did enjoy those things very much, he wasn’t the target of such entertainment. This felt like something all for him for the first time in a long time, and it was one of the best things he’s experienced too.
So much so, he felt the need to say so. “This is the most fun I’ve had just for me in a long time,” he said quietly, eyes bright with joy.
Sure Loki had a bit of fun the last years, he did enjoy a play and a party, but that had all been with layers of clandestine authority and responsibility or danger. That and he had to order it or fight for it.
In Scott’s little house in San Francisco of all places, it was supposed to be a neat little trick, and Loki was so used to being met with frazzlement and annoyance. After a brief worry of having been poisoned, instead Scott was all wonder and joy. It was infectious.
The bioluminescence was returning to his skin and Loki gathered a few of the orbs in the air with his hands and they combined into a palm sized ball. He then floated it over to Scott. “Blow like you would on dandelion seeds.”
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The buzz in his ears dissipated and Loki could hear what the man was saying. That was English. He made it to Earth somehow and by the man’s accent somewhere in the United States. Instead of being afraid of Loki, he was offering a hand. There was open kindness in the gesture and in the expression.
Huh.
Maybe Thor had been correct after all. There was more evidence Loki could be on Earth without everyone running away screaming from him.
Fantastic.
From the ground, Loki looked up to where the man was looking in the sky and didn’t see any threats for the moment, so he gripped the offered hand. He stumbled and the man responded by wrapping Loki’s arm around his shoulders. They got him to his feet. More kindness. Once he was on standing, he attempted to speak again to offer his thanks and introduce himself. Yet again there were no words since he was still healing from the attack.
Normally he would simply create illusions in the air of words, but without any seidr he resorted gesturing to his throat to signify his issue.
Scott gasped, eyes wide with the realization of what Loki said. “You’re right!” Food temporarily forgotten, he scrambled up from the table and rushed to the light switch as if his life depended on it. He was actually giggling like an excited kid too. Cassie would get such a kick out of this, he thought.
When the lights went out, the bioluminescence became more brilliant and vibrant, and Scott let out a long “Wooooooaaaaaah!” in pure delight.
“This is honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever done since I learned how to shrink and grow!”
Shrink and grow. There it was - a large missing piece to the puzzle that was Scott Lang, what in the universe Loki was doing falling on his roof, and why he knew the Avengers. There was more, but it would come in a little time.
In the dark, that revealed fact and the sheer glee coming from the mortal made Loki grin. The effects of the firefly wine was one of Loki’s favorite things to play with and he couldn’t resist the opportunity for it and to show off. He was feeling much better from his injuries after all.
He summoned a little seidr, weaved it around his skin, and pulled-
The bioluminescence drifted off of him and localized in the palm of his hand. More would slowly appear on his skin as the wine metabolized, but for now his skin was returned to normal. He focused and his seidr blew at each individual bioluminescence molecule so they floated. They met up with each other and formed little spots in the air around the room.
continued from here
The buzz in his ears dissipated and Loki could hear what the man was saying. That was English. He made it to Earth somehow and by the man’s accent somewhere in the United States. Instead of being afraid of Loki, he was offering a hand. There was open kindness in the gesture and in the expression.
Huh.
Maybe Thor had been correct after all. There was more evidence Loki could be on Earth without everyone running away screaming from him.
Fantastic.
From the ground, Loki looked up to where the man was looking in the sky and didn’t see any threats for the moment, so he gripped the offered hand. He stumbled and the man responded by wrapping Loki’s arm around his shoulders. They got him to his feet. More kindness. Once he was on standing, he attempted to speak again to offer his thanks and introduce himself. Yet again there were no words since he was still healing from the attack.
Normally he would simply create illusions in the air of words, but without any seidr he resorted gesturing to his throat to signify his issue.
Scott shook his head regarding the coincidence comment. “I’m not really big on the whole coincidence line of thinking. I personally think coincidence is the word people use when they don’t know how to explain how smoothly something lines up.”
Then he raised an eyebrow and snorted at the glowing comment. He didn’t really peg Loki as a lightweight drinker, but boy, that kinda comment was a little….
Before Scott could finish his internal commentary, he caught a glimpse of himself out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked at his skin, his eyes grew golfball-wide. He wasn’t really a lightweight either, but either his skin really was glowing with bioluminescence or there’s more alcohol in the wine than he thought. Either way, it’s the drink’s fault.
But it was pretty awesome either way.
“Uhhhhhh….woah!” He chuckled as he slowly waved his hand in front of his face to watch the bioluminescence at work. “This is pretty cool! Wait…” he looked at Loki with a bit of an urgent expression. “This isn’t like poison or…long lasting, is it?”
So Scott wasn’t a man who put credence into coincidences. That was promising for what, and who, Loki overheard was heading to the planet. They could discuss that later due to more pressing matters.
Loki kept up his smirk, and it turned into a little laugh in reaction to Scott’s laughter as looked at his glowing hand. It had been a few centuries since Loki had the privilege of introducing someone to firefly wine. At the last question, Loki titled his head and thought about mortals. It… should be fine? Fine.
“It’s a property of the wine that will metabolize with the alcohol and leave your body in the same amount of time.”
He leaned back in the chair and thought more. Except, metabolites of alcohol were technically toxic to mortals just short lived and he didn’t know about the substance that made skin bioluminescent. It would be just his luck to accidentally end the life of his host.
“No, I don’t. Wait.” Scott held up a finger and paused, mentally going over a checklist of how he’s feeling. After a count of 5, he nods. “Yeah, I’m good. So far so good.”
He waved his hand in front of him again watching with childlike wonder. “Wooooow, this is amazing. Six-year-old me would be having the time of his life right now,” he said with a chuckle.
“Is this made from real fireflies though? Because that would be crazy honestly. But also kinda cool. That would also validate thoughts six-year-old me had too.”
It was an odd feeling, the relief over Scott feeling alright, so Loki didn’t dwell on it. Instead he watched the mortal’s reaction to the effect on his skin. He looked at his own hands and saw the shimmering glow and with Scott’s delight, it all brought a smile to his face.
“Yes, the wine is made with fruit and combined with materials collected from an Alfheim species of firefly. They’re different than the ones you’d be familiar with, more akin to bees and the honey they produce.”
The glow was pretty, but the room was too bright. “The effect is much more impressive in the dark.”
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The buzz in his ears dissipated and Loki could hear what the man was saying. That was English. He made it to Earth somehow and by the man’s accent somewhere in the United States. Instead of being afraid of Loki, he was offering a hand. There was open kindness in the gesture and in the expression.
Huh.
Maybe Thor had been correct after all. There was more evidence Loki could be on Earth without everyone running away screaming from him.
Fantastic.
From the ground, Loki looked up to where the man was looking in the sky and didn’t see any threats for the moment, so he gripped the offered hand. He stumbled and the man responded by wrapping Loki’s arm around his shoulders. They got him to his feet. More kindness. Once he was on standing, he attempted to speak again to offer his thanks and introduce himself. Yet again there were no words since he was still healing from the attack.
Normally he would simply create illusions in the air of words, but without any seidr he resorted gesturing to his throat to signify his issue.
Scott shook his head regarding the coincidence comment. “I’m not really big on the whole coincidence line of thinking. I personally think coincidence is the word people use when they don’t know how to explain how smoothly something lines up.”
Then he raised an eyebrow and snorted at the glowing comment. He didn’t really peg Loki as a lightweight drinker, but boy, that kinda comment was a little….
Before Scott could finish his internal commentary, he caught a glimpse of himself out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked at his skin, his eyes grew golfball-wide. He wasn’t really a lightweight either, but either his skin really was glowing with bioluminescence or there’s more alcohol in the wine than he thought. Either way, it’s the drink’s fault.
But it was pretty awesome either way.
“Uhhhhhh….woah!” He chuckled as he slowly waved his hand in front of his face to watch the bioluminescence at work. “This is pretty cool! Wait…” he looked at Loki with a bit of an urgent expression. “This isn’t like poison or…long lasting, is it?”
So Scott wasn’t a man who put credence into coincidences. That was promising for what, and who, Loki overheard was heading to the planet. They could discuss that later due to more pressing matters.
Loki kept up his smirk, and it turned into a little laugh in reaction to Scott’s laughter as looked at his glowing hand. It had been a few centuries since Loki had the privilege of introducing someone to firefly wine. At the last question, Loki titled his head and thought about mortals. It… should be fine? Fine.
“It’s a property of the wine that will metabolize with the alcohol and leave your body in the same amount of time.”
He leaned back in the chair and thought more. Except, metabolites of alcohol were technically toxic to mortals just short lived and he didn’t know about the substance that made skin bioluminescent. It would be just his luck to accidentally end the life of his host.
continued from here
The buzz in his ears dissipated and Loki could hear what the man was saying. That was English. He made it to Earth somehow and by the man’s accent somewhere in the United States. Instead of being afraid of Loki, he was offering a hand. There was open kindness in the gesture and in the expression.
Huh.
Maybe Thor had been correct after all. There was more evidence Loki could be on Earth without everyone running away screaming from him.
Fantastic.
From the ground, Loki looked up to where the man was looking in the sky and didn’t see any threats for the moment, so he gripped the offered hand. He stumbled and the man responded by wrapping Loki’s arm around his shoulders. They got him to his feet. More kindness. Once he was on standing, he attempted to speak again to offer his thanks and introduce himself. Yet again there were no words since he was still healing from the attack.
Normally he would simply create illusions in the air of words, but without any seidr he resorted gesturing to his throat to signify his issue.
Holy fricking crap. Scott stared a bit wide eyed at his guest as the whole thing settled on him like ice cold clothes stuck to your skin: sharp, aching, and all over. There’s a lot of details Scott didn’t understand like what a Bifrost is or Ragnarök or Surtur or an infinity stone. And he was pretty sure Valkyrie was in a classical song title. And the rest was a pretty wild story.
Scott mentally waded through the story, fishing for the details he fully understood. To recap: Loki and Thor just lost their dad, their big sister is a bloodthirsty warmonger who attacked them, they met up with Bruce Banner who’s been missing since the whole Sokovia thing, had a huge battle that ultimately destroyed Loki and Thor’s - and lots and lots of other people’s - home, and then they got attacked in space by another warmonger by the sound of it and lots even more people over a rock. Trauma with a capital T.
What the hell was he even supposed to say to that?
“W…Wow…”
“It failed and I perished. I thought I did anyway.” The bruises on Loki’s throat. “Holy shit…” He set his glass down and asked gently, “Don’t take this bad, but how are you even functioning right now? You’ve been through a lot of traumatic events in a short time, Loki.”
Valhalla. Mother. A purpose. Possibly anyway. Loki was keeping most of that close to his heart.
“A good question. However, you do forget that I’m not mortal.”
Discussing what had happened was affecting him too much so he steeled himself. He got out a version of events, and that led to other questions. As he poured more firefly wine into glass and wondered when the unique effects of the wine would show, he spoke,
“Even better questions, dear Scott Lang, electrical engineer, security consultant, ex-con with a specialty in burglary, and a relationship of some sort with the Avengers yet you do not expect them to visit and discover me here, are...”
He set down the bottle on the table. This all had to be as much about Scott as it was about him. He looked directly into Scott’s eyes.
“After all the recent and ongoing events out in the universe that may or may not end up here on this realm, what is the reason forces unknown manipulated circumstances to put us together? Who are you really?”
Scott thought it was hard to for him to forget Loki was mortal if he wasn’t actually certain of that to begin with.
Then Loki started spewing statements and questions like he’s a cop who’s interrogating Scott, and he just stared at his guest with wide eyes. Who am I really? What kind of question is that? More importantly, he realized, what kind of answer was he looking for?
“Uhhhh…” he reached for his glass, suddenly wanting a drink, but something made him pause mid-reach. Instead he dropped his hand on the table and softly drummed his fingers. “I don’t,” he shook his head, “I don’t know how to answer that.”
He eventually reached for the glass while was thinking and took another sip, albeit a small one. “I’m nobody special really. I’m a dad; that wasn’t in your list. Ummm…a son. A brother. I don’t know what made you land on my roof. It’s not like I sent for you or something.”
Loki kept his eyes on Scott. A family man, Scott made it a point to correct him in that. Family was a sore point for him and had been for the last years. When he finally got to an understanding with Thor they were torn apart. His father’s last words and seeing his mother for the brief few moments in Valhalla had unsettled him. He ignored it all and focused on the mortal.
“If our meeting is a coincidence in this vast universe, it’s a rather large one. Or do you disagree?”
He caught the effect of the firefly wine finally starting to show on both his and Scott’s skin. He couldn’t help but smirk. “Or perhaps you are special. You’re absolutely glowing, dear.”
Perhaps he didn’t make the best choice in shapeshifting into a black Norwegian Elkhound for his little clandestine investigation in southern Louisiana. The breed was more suited to a cold climate, but it was what he was most familiar with. It was a cool early morning before the heat would really start, but he promptly changed into a lighter summer coat in preparation.
He padded into the boat yard and searched for his target. As he did, he got some looks. There were a few mortals that attempted to catch him or chase him away and one or two mortals with the opposite attitude bearing treats, but he easily avoided them. Even in canine form he was still a god and a sorcerer after all.
He found the boat named Paul & Darlene at what was presumably at its normal spot. The mortal he was curious about was on the pier. Perfect. He made himself look nonthreatening - relaxed ears, curled tail slowly and lazily moving, shoulders relaxed - got close, and sniffed at a wooden crate. Everything smelled of the sea and fish and it was turned up when he was in canine form. He moved on to a net and that was even more scented and waited to be noticed.
THE BOAT IS OPERATIONAL, but that hasn't stopped Sam from continuing his work on it. It's almost meditative, really, and whenever he gets the chance—which, mind you, isn't all that often—he makes sure to give the boat a little love. It's almost become his second home.
Of course, Sam's used to special visitors from nature out here. Sarah and the boys got a good laugh in the day he popped out of the cockpit only to be shat on by a seagull from above. But for a random dog to be wandering around? Definitely cause for concern.
Approaching with caution, Sam cocked his head to the side. He wasn't sure of the animal's demeanor, but from the looks of it, it doesn't have a collar, which only proves weirder because it looks like purebred. A purebred what? Sam's got no clue.
Loki was the opposite of lost, thank you very much. He raised his snout from making a show of sniffing a fishing net and looked up at the mortal. He supposed he did make it look that way so it was a reasonable question. Good too, because there was much you could glean about a man from how he treated a lost and hungry animal.
There was caution in Sam’s face, so Loki had to make sure he didn’t frighten him. He was after all in the form of a breed of canine that hunted elk, bears, and wolves. Instead he pawed closer, kept his pointed ears relaxed, and sat.
In a specific calculation of the picture it conveyed, he let his left front paw off the ground a little at the same time as he made an audible sigh, not a whine exactly, but just high pitched enough to convey a tiny amount of distress.
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The buzz in his ears dissipated and Loki could hear what the man was saying. That was English. He made it to Earth somehow and by the man’s accent somewhere in the United States. Instead of being afraid of Loki, he was offering a hand. There was open kindness in the gesture and in the expression.
Huh.
Maybe Thor had been correct after all. There was more evidence Loki could be on Earth without everyone running away screaming from him.
Fantastic.
From the ground, Loki looked up to where the man was looking in the sky and didn’t see any threats for the moment, so he gripped the offered hand. He stumbled and the man responded by wrapping Loki’s arm around his shoulders. They got him to his feet. More kindness. Once he was on standing, he attempted to speak again to offer his thanks and introduce himself. Yet again there were no words since he was still healing from the attack.
Normally he would simply create illusions in the air of words, but without any seidr he resorted gesturing to his throat to signify his issue.
Holy fricking crap. Scott stared a bit wide eyed at his guest as the whole thing settled on him like ice cold clothes stuck to your skin: sharp, aching, and all over. There’s a lot of details Scott didn’t understand like what a Bifrost is or Ragnarök or Surtur or an infinity stone. And he was pretty sure Valkyrie was in a classical song title. And the rest was a pretty wild story.
Scott mentally waded through the story, fishing for the details he fully understood. To recap: Loki and Thor just lost their dad, their big sister is a bloodthirsty warmonger who attacked them, they met up with Bruce Banner who’s been missing since the whole Sokovia thing, had a huge battle that ultimately destroyed Loki and Thor’s - and lots and lots of other people’s - home, and then they got attacked in space by another warmonger by the sound of it and lots even more people over a rock. Trauma with a capital T.
What the hell was he even supposed to say to that?
“W…Wow…”
“It failed and I perished. I thought I did anyway.” The bruises on Loki’s throat. “Holy shit…” He set his glass down and asked gently, “Don’t take this bad, but how are you even functioning right now? You’ve been through a lot of traumatic events in a short time, Loki.”
Valhalla. Mother. A purpose. Possibly anyway. Loki was keeping most of that close to his heart.
“A good question. However, you do forget that I’m not mortal.”
Discussing what had happened was affecting him too much so he steeled himself. He got out a version of events, and that led to other questions. As he poured more firefly wine into glass and wondered when the unique effects of the wine would show, he spoke,
“Even better questions, dear Scott Lang, electrical engineer, security consultant, ex-con with a specialty in burglary, and a relationship of some sort with the Avengers yet you do not expect them to visit and discover me here, are...”
He set down the bottle on the table. This all had to be as much about Scott as it was about him. He looked directly into Scott’s eyes.
“After all the recent and ongoing events out in the universe that may or may not end up here on this realm, what is the reason forces unknown manipulated circumstances to put us together? Who are you really?”
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