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@loki-yourking
"I love how this sounds all dramatic, but it’s just the chorus from Imagine dragons song, Demons."
she shrugged "why do you care if i don't eat?, that would mean you actually care for me, and you know nearly nothing about me" she said with a frown, then coughed into her hands, her eyes widening when she saw blood on her hands and she hid it
"I don't." Loki said, a somewhat wicked smirk on his face. "But a dead prisoner is no prisoner at all, so I can't afford that right now. Either you eat on your own, or I will have to make you."
Precious by ~LyokoGuardian95
Liza was sitting on the floor of the cell that Loki had locked her up in, she refused to eat the food that the maids brought to her cell, an was not feeling well at all, but she hid it when Loki was around. she heard the sound of the door opening and she sat upright, awaiting what was to come
The girl was stubborn indeed and he both hated and enjoyed stubborn prisoners. Now, he would be the one to pay her a little visit. The God made his way down the stairs and to the basement where the cell level was, already knowing where she was. Crossing his arms over his chest, Loki looked down at her at the other side of the bars. "So, I've heard you haven't been eating at all. You know that is very foolish of you, right?"
Loki and Lady Rebecca
Rebecca smiled in gratitude as Loki secured her bags for her. Before he mounted Sleipnir, she surreptitiously trailed her fingers across his back. “Thank you," she murmured into his ear, and then turned to hoist herself up onto her own saddle.
"Klar?" she echoed curiously, watching stallion and master with admiration. They both shared a language all of their own; a bond she was unintentionally jealous of. If only Mirage could understand her in the same way… Asgardian horses were, at least in that sense, superior. She knew she had questioned Loki on his beautiful language before - she had even had to bare her own ignorance whilst he had spoken to Sigyn in the same manner. She had not known what it was he had said to her… perhaps she did not truly want to know.
A small nod and a smile curved the edge of his thin lips when he felt her hand on his back and the soft whisper of her voice over his ear. "Anything for you." Loki responded, winking her way as she mounted Mirage. He heard as she repeated the words he spoke to Sleipnir, seeing the curiosity written in her eyes. That was another of the seemingly endless traits that he enjoyed of Rebecca, her curios mind, always wanting to learn more. It reminded him so much of his own.
"Klar." He repeated, looking back at her. "It means 'ready' in english." The God smirked as Sleipnir started to galope. "Once we reach Asgard, I can begin to teach you and you can read all the books you wish, all the stories of the worlds lost to this realm." The two of them made their way through the woods and Loki kept on telling her all of the wonders that awaited her in Asgard and the cold yet beautiful sights of the world he was to become King. With her by his side. The thought was pretty much the only thing that somehow gave him all the strength and determination he needed to carry on with all of this.
Soon, they reached his palace where some of the remaining guards he had awaited them. The trickster instructed the men to take Rebecca's things and place them over at his garden where everything was ready for their departure. Dismounting Sleipnir, he walked over to Mirage and helped the black haired beauty down of her gorgeous mare. "I have to conjure your belongings first and then we follow. I have the garden set up for the spell since the Bifrost is yet to be finished with the reconstruction." The God of mischief explained to her while they made their way through the palace halls for the last time. He didn't even look back though, because honestly the only thing he would miss of this place was Rebecca's own house, where those beautiful moments between them took place.
Hello my lovely! My beautiful muse and mun! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people's asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen, just know you are an utter joy <3<3
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Thor + Scenerygasm
The raven by ~Lok1Laufeyson
Just totally amazing! I'm pretty sure this is one of the best Damons out there! :D
{A GOD AND A VAMPIRE: loki and damon.
Damon was unsure but all of a sudden he was feeling ballsy towards the god. It was like a powerful wave came and just struck him with no warning at all. “If you hate this than how do you feel that I turned a human into one of my own? A innocent teenager. I turned just over the mere fact that he punched me for drinking his blood. Yep, if it wasn’t for my brother he could have killed his father, his entire family even. Tell me, how does that make you feel sir?” Oh, Damon what had he gotten himself into? He really should think before he opened his big mouth but all of sudden he didn’t care what the god thought about him, his life style, or the lives he choose to take. It was really none of his concern anyway. “Wait.. why are you here exactly? Aw, did daddy stop lovin’ you? Did they kick you out? Poor thing. There is a orphanage not to far from here for ugly things like yourself.” Damon cocked his head to the side a demonic and almost inhumane laugh soon escaped from his lips and entered into the air. Damon was not at all effected by his little magic trick. When he turned around to see the illusion, it was gone, than he turned his sights back to Loki. “Come on man. That was cheap. Work on your magic a little more.”
Loki's emerald eyes narrowed dangerously when the guy started to push it a little too far. Just a minute or two ago, he was being all careful and now, he's going all daring? It was clear to the God now this vampire was very impulsive and that was probably one of his own weaknesses. Maybe he could use that to his own advantage now. A little smirk got to the edge of his lips at that thought.
"Do you honestly believe acting all tough and impulsive will get you anywhere?" Loki walks up closer to him in a casual manner. "Or is this whole act a way to cover up for all of the errors you have done?" He says, standing much closer to him now, looking him right in the eye though for a moment, he was looking right into the dead man's very soul. "Damon." The trickster lets out, smirking.
"Or is it because someone broke your poor little vampire heart? So you decide to shut it all off because emotions are too strong for you." Suddenly, his hand lashes out to grab Damon's neck, sliding it up a little to grasp his chin. "Poor little Damon. Too weak to handle a little heart break, hm? Or wait... Maybe it's the fact that your younger brother always seems to get the girl?" With one chuckle, Loki's hand tightened even more to the point of almost breaking the vampire's jaw before throwing him to the pavement, crushing the ground underneath from the force he used.
"I am indeed new to this place. I am willing to make a little deal. Take me to wherever you live and I won't keep using you as a rag doll to toss around as I wish." He shrugged, looking down at Damon. "Who knows. Maybe I can even help you with some of your problems. Having a God by your side surely could have its benefits."
No Such Thing as 'too cautious'. //Loki and Elaya
He looked at her as she searched, half surprised that the one they sent was a woman. But well, females do things better a lot of times than males, especially the kind of task that he had in mind for her.
“The pleasure is all mine.” The God said, walking forward and out of the shadows hiding him. Walking up closer to her, Loki reached out and took her hand, softly kissing the back of it in a greeting.
“And what is your name?” He asked with his smooth voice.
The woman watched the god emerge and smiled at his kiss, slipping her hand from his and back to her side as she replied to his question. “I am Elaya.”
She bowed her head slightly at him in a sign of respect. “You have hired me for a purpose. Shall we talk on it? Please do not think of me as a killer, but rather as a companion. You can be comfortable in my presence - I do not tell secrets, even if my occupation had allowed it.”
Elaya’s smile turned coy. “I am at your command.”
"Hm, Elaya." Loki smirked, raising a hand up to the side of her face, emerald eyes narrowing slightly at the last thing she said. His finger moved down to her chin for a few seconds, tilting her head gently to the side, as if inspecting her.
"Very well." Then he moved away from her, crossing his arms over his chest. "I have hired you because I believe there are certain someones going on my back and as I'm sure you can understand, that is not acceptable. So here you are, to make sure my suspicions are correct and also, to make something about it."
Loki leaned back against the wall, looking at her. "Do you think you can do something about that?"
Loki chuckled lightly when the girl pushes away from him and he raised his hands up mockingly, taking a step back. “I know you don’t, silly mortal.” The God said. walking up to the window and looking out. He enjoyed these sights because it reminded him of the times he had come to this realm. He had been a little kid when he had done so, had played around in those very same mountains with Thor while Odin had contact with some of the Norwegian elders.
He looked back at her when she recognized her, a smirk on his face. “That’s right. Loki the God of mischief, at your service.” He bowed his head in a mocking way, walking back over to her. “And you, are going to stay with me. At least until I get what I want.”
For a while it looked like Loki’s mind drifted away, like he was memorizing something, but Carmen wasn’t sure about what she saw. She rolled her eyes at his mocking attitude, “You can’t even imagine how thrilled I am… God.” She said back to him and kept her gaze at him when he moved closer to her.
“So basically you are using me to get what you want?” She said voice full of despise. “Well… I can tell you that it is never gonna work. My brother and especially SHIELD wouldn’t never trade something so valuable to get me.” She said and realized that it might be true. Like when their parents died, Tony left her in foster home. She was only four years old and Tony almost twenty. When she was free to leave her foster home at age of eighteen, Tony wanted to make up what he done by taking her live with him and giving her half of the Stark Industries.
“…but if you ain’t gonna bring me back, can you even tell me where we are, where I sleep and where I can get warmer clothes? It is a bit chilly here.” She asked trying to sound friendly. “I really didn’t have time to pack for this trip…” She continued trying to warm up her hands at the same time.
The God groaned out a little in annoyance when she started asking questions and acting all friendly. This is one of the many reasons why he hated humans so much. Always friendly, compassionate and demanding things as if they have the rights to do so.
"Since I'm not in the mood to stand a stubborn human, I'll tell you." Loki walked over to the couch in the middle of the living room, trying to roll his shoulders but he hissed out in pain when he couldn't. Apparently, his shoulder was dislocated. "We're in Norway. A place where an old family of vikings used to live." He raised his not dislocated arm up, pointing to the hallway. "Next room to the right, there's a bedroom. I'm sure you'll find the clothes you need. Now, do go to another room and leave me be."
The God said, touching his shoulder with his hand, groaning a little. He was weak on magic right now so the spell needed to perform a mending cure couldn't be done unless he wanted to pass out. Of course, that wasn't an option at all. So he'll just have to do this the old fashioned way.
what the…
…so that’s what that looks like…
Asgardian Style