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@lokidmyheart
I am opening requests/commissions for Loki stories. A lot of my personal ideas have been through other fandoms recently, but if you have an idea you would like to have written out in my 2nd person pov style or OC style with Loki, I am open to suggestions.
DM me for more details and expectations.
Love you Loki beans!!
I have a broken heart
For a man I love so dearly.
But, in truth, this broken heart
Was broken by yours truly.
I loved and lost and loved again;
Watched him go through growth and pain.
I broke my heart loving a man
Who never existed on this plane.
–Yours Truly
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ANOTHER SUNRISE - FITLER EFFECT (FAN ART)
PH: “Keiid”
LOKI LAUFEYSON Created by @lokihiddleston
Aye aye captain!
I didn't plan to do much here, but I did.
🩵
I rarely do portraits
Fallen Willow
They hacked and sawed and chipped
At branches fair as twine.
Creaking and groaning sounded
As held by passersby.
Yet in the sunlight glared
A scream held only in mine.
Ever falling leaves settled none
Too soon in patchwork sadly sung.
In ancient tongue held trifle
Song which inane eyes thought won.
For folly is existence when
Upon truth love hangs undone.
Bruising the heart with a tattered frame
A longing holds ever more in the eye of time.
Loki said: 'Thirsty I come into this hall, Loki, come a long way, to ask the Aesir that they should give me one drink of magnificent mead.'
Just Imagine...
Coffee
Standing within a small pocket of people. Coffee scents; morning light plays across tables, soft indiscernible chatter all tied by the whine of the milk steamer.
Simple, but serene. A golden moment to add to restful memories. Eons passed with layers of dissonance soaked into bones, dripping with worry. These small memories begin to overpower--trap--the immense frets.
In warmth and hidden yearning, Loki places his hand on Amael's shoulder. She slides her own across his back, feeling the form of his waistcoat, settling into his side. Hanging on a wisp, the moment dissolves as a barista announces their names.
A breeze plays through their hair as the couple walks down the sidewalk. Loki's curls dance with the light as he smiles.
Dream of home by whiteshaix
Loki
Just Imagine...
There is a calm in solitude Amael could not remember experiencing, if ever she had. She paces along her open air room in the New Asgardian tower listening to crows and chatter and wagons (..some things never change…) pulled below. She can hear them all. Properly. No longer muffled by the buzz of a past she did not know.
A table has been set for two: rice wine and sweetbread. Her guest yet to make his way up the tower steps. She saw his blonde hair fifteen minutes prior, most likely held up by Loki along the way. For two who are so reserved in conversation, they do trust talking to each other.
Soft clicks of the double doors and the subtle shift of air announce his presence.
"Kisuke," Amael exclaims softly, sweeping over to give him a hug, shimmering light green dress flowing effortlessly.
"I met Loki on my way across the lobby," Kisuke says with a sly smile, knowing he was affirming Amael's thoughts.
"I suspected as much," she says playfully, waving a hand towards the tea table. "Sit with me?"
Kisuke bows, hat in one hand, arms outstretched. Amael jostled him lightly, smiling and bursting with happiness. He sits, adjusting his flowing clothes. In sync, they take wine, clink the petite gold goblets slightly, and smirk. A whole history in those shared smiles. Stories spun in the thick fate of friendship; gratitude for the unrelinquishing acceptance and stability. Only when times are pure, humble, simple do they let flow their feelings--the universe thriving in the peace.
They sit, cheerfully reminiscing; losing track of time. A soft knock, and Loki looks in at the pair.
"May I?" he asks with a smile.
"Should we?" Amael asks Kisuke, eyeing her husband playfully.
"Sore wa yarubeki desu ne?" her friend retorts smugly casual. "Come, join us, my friend."
Loki pats Kisuke warmly on the shoulder as he pulls a cushioned chair towards the table. Green shimmers in the air add another goblet.
Amael has never felt so at peace, complete in meaning and existence. She rests her hand on Loki's leg while clasping Kisuke's hand briefly, but lovingly.
Just Imagine...
A black expanse of stars is stretched above. Soft grass whispers in the breeze. Calming patters of the water some distance below the cliff can sooth any worrying mind. But, there are no worries tonight.
There are no worries with the young man laying next to her. (…some day…) The loudest declarer of affection is in silently sharing a place. In knowing, of all the places one could choose to be, he chose the small place near her.
(…nothing will come between us)
A subtle flickering of the stars distracts her thoughts. The dark and delicate shapes of willow leaves above her softly blow in the breeze.
Amael senses Loki may have fallen asleep. Turning her head to the side, she sees he is merely lost in the stars. One hand behind his head, the other resting on his chest. His youthful black curls are barely to his neck, softly framing his ear.
(Some day…)
His lips briefly twitch with a smile as he comes back to the reality of Amael laying next to him.
(..I will love you..)
“Mother will be expecting us to be in our chambers.”
Amael gives a teasing nudge. “Your mother also knows you do not like being tied to curfews. You would lay out here all night if no one would notice.”
Sitting up, Loki wraps his arms around his knees. “Yet notice they will…eventually.”
After fiddling with some grass, he stands and, out of habit, offers his hand. Amael eyes him through her brow with a smug, cheeky expression. He steps away, snaps his heels together, and puts his hands behind his back. She gets gracefully to her feet. No doe-eyed nymph holds Loki’s affections.
A brief silence.
Suddenly, laughter erupts from both of them. A slender arm wraps around the back of Amael’s dress. They lean on each other chuckling the whole distance to the castle.
Many decades will pass before he verbally shares his feelings toward this beauty beside him now. But that is unnecessary. She knows. She has always known.
(…..always..)
fire sword <3
