Loki Is My King

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[annmaximoff18]

Loki: You can't make everyone like you Thor. You're not Y/N.

Thor: Not everyone likes Y/N.

Loki: Who doesn't like Y/N?

Thor: I just meant-

Loki: Names, Thor. I need names

[imagine-loki]

imagine Loki lashing out at you after a difficult, high-risk mission the both of you had gone on.

—

“You knew this would happen!” Loki roars, eyes ablaze.

Your eyes widened in shock, “What?! Of course not, Loki! Why would I put both of us in more danger than necessary?!”

Loki’s eyes narrow, “You just want me to die, don’t you?”

“What on earth are you talking about! No! What brought that on?!” You are utterly horrified at his words. You had truly never thought such things about him.

“You’re lying…Everyone wants me gone.” Loki’s says softly, and turns away.

“Loki!” You quickly dash in front of him and look into his eyes, “I don’t want you gone… I like being with you, Loki.”

[imagine-loki]

imagine that you often say self-deprecating words, though you know how unhealthy it is. Loki is utterly horrified at your words. And he threatens you that every time you say something self-deprecating, he’ll kiss you.

…That wasn’t so bad though, was it? But you would be pretty embarrassed.

[thediktatortot]

Started working in concept designs for a Witcher AU I have been fiddling with for about a year now! Loki is a Witcher of the school of the Raven. His school focuses heavily on magic which he has an affinity for since he was a child. Loki doesn’t have full black hair, a small patch turned white during his trials from an incident that happened which ripped that chunk out.

I need to make one of these for Thor as well as the two of them are Witchers in this AU, separated as children and raised in two different schools without each other knowing about it until they meet up again eventually.

[imagine-loki]

Imagine you’re the one person to finally ask why Loki, Norse God, speaks funny (English accent). He tells you the truth. That he started talking like it as a joke but after a few centuries, he forgot how to speak normally. Loki has just been stuck speaking like a British person ever since. You want to tell someone, anyone, this secret occult knowledge, but Loki has sworn you to secrecy through threats of imminent death and destruction.

[imagine-loki]

imagine telling Loki you would give your life for him. But Loki replies that he doesn’t want you to, “I’d rather you live than me, beloved.”

But even despite that conversation, you still took the blow for him when the enemy attacked his back. 

Loki sinks to the ground with you in his arms, desperately trying to heal you. 

[politicalmamaduck]

Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.

Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.

Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.

Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.

Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.

Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.

Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.

Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.

Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.

Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.

It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.

[nyarnamaitar]

Or, in short: the narrator =/ the author.

[oblakom-deactivated20200302]

You know what else is a shame? This nowadays tendency of putting on the author the responsibility of teaching their readers morality.

Authors are allowed to write morally ambiguous characters.

Authors are allowed to write downright despicable characters - and guess what they are even allowed to make despicable characters charismatic and likeble and the protagonists of their stories if they wish - because absolute monsters exist only under the bed.

It is not up to the author to spoonfeed the readers about morality and Yes I know this character did a bad thing and I am going going to show it in the story and make other characters call them out of it and– Bullshit.

The authors should be able to write what they want without having thousands of people jumping and their throats claiming to know them, their ideas and their morality based on what they write.

It’s not up to the author to teach you about what is right and what is wrong.

[theanishimori]

It’s not up to the author to teach you about what is right and what is wrong.

[maria-rosa-mystica-deactivated2]

I admire this thread with everything in me.

[imagine-loki]

Imagine Loki finding himself mysteriously shanghai’d into being part of a reality TV show focusing on the daily lives of immortal beings

[imagine-loki]

Imagine Loki finding out that neither of the Warriors Three, nor Sif, nor his brother hate him. They never had. They’re just fed up with Thor inviting his little brother to their polycule’s dates.

[broomsick]

Get to know the norse Goddesses:

A quick run down!

Skaði; the Avenger. Daughter of the giant Thiazi, a strong and fearless figure who didn’t hesitate to face the Gods looking for retribution after her father’s death. Associated with winter, hunting, snow and wolves.

Sif; the Golden-Haired. Fair wife of Thor, renowned among the Gods for her beautiful locks of gold hair. It is believed she was associated with harvest, fertility, and the hearth.

Hel; Queen of the Dead. Daughter of Loki, one half of her body decays like a corpse while the other is fresh and young. She reigns over Helheim, realm of the dead, with her hound Garm. Associated with death but most of all, the acceptance of it.

Iðunn; the Eternally Young. Fair, generous and luminous, keeper of the golden apples which grant the Gods their immortality. Associated with purity, youth and innocence.

Frigg; the Prophetess. Wife of Odin and blessed with the gift of foresight, though she is said to keep all knowledge of the future to herself. Allmother associated with childbirth, motherhood and family matters as well as divination.

Jörð; the Fertile Earth. Giantess and mother of Thor, embodying the spirit of the earth. Associated with nature, wildlife and the prosperity of land.

Rán; the Restless Sea. Embodying the dangers of voyage at sea, she was said to sink ships who ventured on her waters. She dwells in an underwater palace where she pulls her victims to stay with her for eternity. Associated with the ocean and death at sea.

Freyja; the Sorceress. Sister of Freyr, she masters the art of seidr (magic) and is known as the most beautiful of the Goddesses. Associated with love and sexuality, but also battle and death: along with Oðinn, she chooses the fallen warriors who will fight alongside the Gods during Ragnarök.

Hail the Vanir, hail the Ásynjur ^^

[broomsick]

Get to know the Norse Gods

A quick rundown!

(Following that one other post I made about the Norse Goddesses)

Þórr, the Terrible. Son of the Earth Goddess Jörd and the God of Gods Óðinn, a fierce and powerful figure who’s known for his short temper and for being the strongest of the Æsir. Despite this, he is the protector of mankind and a great drinker, as he enjoys having a good time. He is associated with thunder and lightning.

Freyr, the Fair. The kind and generous son of the sea God Njördr, he lives in the world of the elves. He is most known for the story in which he gives up his treasured sword to please Gerðr, the woman he loved, dooming himself to die in Ragnarök due to his lack of weapon. He is associated with harvests, welcome rains and fertility.

Týr, the One-Handed. A poised and coolheaded figure, known to have sacrificed a hand in order to bind the wolf Fenrir. He accompanies Thor in a lot of his travels and often voices wise advice for the Gods. Though he is also associated with negotiation and justice, he is generally considered a God of war strategy, battle and sacrifice.

Loki, the Trickster. A troublemaker in Asgard, often causing conflict which he is always forced to solve himself. He notably accomplished the feat of causing the death of Óðinn’s beloved son Baldr. However in most cases, his legendary wit manages to avoid him the consequences of his actions. He is associated with trickery, mischief and cunning.

Óðinn, the Wanderer. One of the most important figures in norse mythology and the wise leader of the Æsir Gods. He is constantly in search for knowledge, having namely discovered the runes. He often disguises himself as an old traveler to wander the lands, and is known to bring deceased warriors to his hall of Valhalla. He is associated with wisdom, knowledge and death.

Baldr, the Good. Son of Óðinn and Frigg, the most beloved of the Gods who all revered his innocence and generosity. He was said to be gracious, cheerful and so beautiful he appeared luminous, though early sources make him out to be as fierce as a son of Óðinn would be. As the story goes, he foresaw his own death through a dream. He is associated with light, purity and beauty.

Heimdallr, the Watcher. The important figure who watches over the Bifrost, the bridge which leads to Asgard. He lives in a high fortress to properly utilize his keen senses: legendary eyesight and hearing. He is said to be able to hear grass growing and see as much by day or by night. As the Gods’ watcher, he stays vigilant at all times until Ragnarök, when he will blow the Gjallarhorn to inform Asgard of the enemy’s approach.

Forseti, the Lawspeaker. The obscure justice-maker of the Gods, who presides over their legal assemblies as divine judge. According to Snorri’s Prose Edda, he is the son of Baldr and Nanna. His hall is Glitnir, golden and bright, and there he settles conflicts and exacts fair judgment. For this reason, he is associated with the law, peacemaking and justice.

Bonus:

Víðarr, the Silent. Son of Óðinn and renowned for his legendarily silence and cold-bloodedness, he was created for the sole purpose of avenging his father in Ragnarök. After Óðinn is swallowed by the wolf Fenrir, Víðarr will step down with one foot on the beast’s lower jaw and tear its mouth in half. He is the God of Revenge.

[imagine-loki]

Imagine Loki being pulled in by the Avengers because a Make A Wish kid has asked to meet him

[imagine-loki]

Imagine you (a professional ballet dancer) get mocked by some jerk for doing “such an easy job, just prancing about in a frilly skirt, har har” and, to give you time to pull up a choice selection of photos of dancers’ battered feet, Loki goes en pointe in his big combat boots and does some of the more complex moves he’s seen you do on stage, finishing off with a demi-plie that oozes sarcasm, before challenging the jerk to do the same

[imagine-loki]

Imagine being a dedicated oil painter. Some of your pieces are for yourself, some are gifts for friends, some are sold, some go in museums, et cetera.

Loki has never been allowed in your studio, and his feelings are a but hurt by it. He’s seen your finished work before, so what’s the difference? It’s not like he’s going to stick his hand on a wet canvas. Don’t you trust him?

You finally relent, but only on the condition that he stays quiet and doesn’t touch anything. You need to concentrate, not babysit him.

He sits cross-legged in the floor by your workspace, looking around without a word. Admiring your paintings. No wonder people pay so much for your artwork. It’s certainly worth—

All thoughts stop when he suddenly notices you using a clean area on your smock to mix a swatch of paint.

“What?” Your question sounds harsher than you intend it to.

Loki closes his mouth, unaware that it had been open in the first place. He hadn’t meant to stare.

“I ran out of room on my palette.” It’s as if you could hear his thoughts.

Time passes in complete silence, aside from your occasional frustrated sighs and grumbles when a brushstroke goes rogue or the paint swatch doesn’t turn out right.

You mix more swatches on your smock, until you run out of room there, too.

There’s a flash of green in your peripheral vision, and you turn to look.

Loki has conjured a smock for himself, and is offering you another (clean) palette.

[imagine-loki]

Imagine losing a lot of your shame after being around the other Avengers for so long. As long as the world isn’t being invaded or attacked, who cares if someone scratches their pits?

You go to retrieve Loki from his room one day, expecting him to be engrossed in a book or some such.

Nah. He’s been sleeping in.

Knocking hasn’t exactly been a sacred ritual in a while, with the one exception being bathroom doors. Besides, you and Loki are friends.

So who cares?

You throw the door open, and he wakes with a jolt.

Being the only one in the compound with much modesty left, Loki bundles himself further in the covers. “What is the matter with you, (Name)?! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Uh, waking you up? Duh.”

His horrified expression remains. “What if I had been naked?!”

You shrug. “I dunno. Are you?”

Loki glares for a moment before using his magic to remove you from his suite and shut the door.

The door locks with a click.

“Prude,” you scoff.

[imagine-loki]

Imagine Loki telling you stories of various people he’s met.

He tells you what a sappy, hopeless romantic Shakespeare was. He tells you about the time da Vinci tried to teach him how to draw. The lost goes on.

You ask about a few others. Some he has met, some he hasn’t.

“Did you meet Elvis?”

“Presley? No, I’m afraid not. But he sounded like a scandalous fellow, what with his dancing and such.”

“Prude! What about… hmm… Madame Marie Curie? Tesla? Einstein?”

“All three, yes.”

“Edison?”

“A few times.”

“Mother Teresa?”

“Oh, yes! She was such a sweet lady.”

“Pavlov?”

Loki pauses, as if he’s thinking. “Hmm… Pavlov… Now, why does that name ring a bell?”

[imagine-loki]

Imagine you’re a new volunteer at your local RNLI lifeboat station, and one day shortly after you’ve finished your training, a call comes in from the Coastguard about multiple casualties cut off by the incoming tide near a notorious local rock formation.

You and the rest of the available crew get kitted up and head out to location aboard your station’s Shannon-class all-weather lifeboat,and when you get there, you find a large pile of Loki variants, including Lokitty and Lokigator, all hanging on to one very small rock that’s close to being submerged.

Once you and the rest of the crew get all the Lokis on board, Lokitty makes a beeline for your navigator’s lap and Lokigator insists on cuddling with you for the whole of the trip back to the lifeboat station