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Indie, Semi-selective Written by Z (she/her) Mun is 30+ Tumblr RPer since 2012. NSFW and specific triggers will be tagged. Please reblog memes from the source if you can.

[lokitheliesmith]

Hi, everyone. I've had an influx of new followers recently so this is an introduction post I guess?

((EDIT May 2026))

I'm Z, I'm 30+ and I'm currently trying to claw back into Tumblr after a multiple year hiatus. I'm still low-activity/interest driven and likely to remain that way as I am a whole-ass adult with a full time job, a husband, a nearly 5 year old.

My timezone is GMT (BST in summer), I work a corporate job with an hour commute each way, and I play Daggerheart with my RL friends on Saturday nights, so my peak 'active hours' are highly variable. I'm never far from my phone so occasionally you might see me when I ought to be working, playing, or sleeping. Come and say hello or send memes because I genuinely enjoy chatting to people on here, in and out of character.

My rules are: don't be a dick, "Yes, And," and talk to me if you have any problems.

I use tumblr pretty exclusively on mobile, so I don't use any fancy formatting, GIFs, or banners. I prefer short responses of two or three paragraphs but I'll happily engage in longer or shorter formats. I try to match length wherever possible.

I take a cursory look at muse lists and rules before following/following back. If you put barriers between us starting, such as mandatory forms or quotas for interaction, or if I'm not familiar with your canon, I'll probably decline to click that follow button; I just don't have the time or brain space. I will consider all OCs with Marvel verses, and canon characters from other media that I am familiar with, as well as Marvel canon muses. You don't have to be mutuals with me to interact; send a meme, or message me with a plot idea and I'll give you a fair shot.

You can reblog memes from me, if you send me one. Otherwise reblog from the source if you can, please.

Also, for the love of all things holy please trim your posts from time to time!

Loki is genderfluid, and uses basically whichever pronouns 'match', or you might see 'xe/xer' in headcanons where things transcend presentation. I also play Loki's children Fenrir, Jormungandr 'Jorg', and Hela (ask me about how Hela Óðinsdóttir and Hela Lokadóttir fit together!), and occasionally Bucky and Thor on request.

My Loki is generally canon-respecting as far as Infinity War/Endgame, with a workaround to avoid the events of the Loki Show, which did my boy so dirty that I basically stopped watching.

Love you all xx

Z

[lokitheliesmith]

(knife) - sender uses a knife against reciever as a threat (Wanda either sleepwalking or under someone’s control?)

"Wanda..." Loki tone was warning, low and carefully controlled. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know, even as the blade pressed against his neck. "Wanda, listen to me. This isn't you."

He'd survived worse. He could overpower her with muscle if he needed to, but that wouldn't solve the underlying issue.

"Farðu!" He addressed the entity in her eyes, addressing it in the oldest language he knew. "Ég hef gert tilkall til hennar, farðu!"

[lokitheliesmith]

Loki lifted his foot as the knife fell, and as he put it back down he kicked the blade as far away from her as he could.

"No, Wanda. This being is not strong enough to beat us, together." If he said it enough, perhaps that would make it true. "I can't help you from a distance; my place is here."

[lokitheliesmith]

Just for this moment//Natasha&Loki

@redxinmyledger

Loki checked the last working readout on the Statesman as he set her down as carefully as he could on the small planet. Breathable atmosphere, evidence of some previous civilisation he hoped he could scavenge. And one singular beacon, broadcasting a blip on the emergency frequency, the universal 'I'm here, please help'.

He didn't bother with the main bulkhead; instead he disengaged the cabin blast doors and jumped down onto the rocky surface via the gaping hole in the side of the aft deck. He surveyed the damage. The whole rear half of the ship was more like swiss cheese than a viable transport. Still, she'd got him this far.

He cast a mote of light that bobbed greenish in the space above his head, casting everything in a sickly glow.

"Peace." He called aloud, his voice reverberating off the barren rock. "Who calls for aid in this forsaken place?"

[lokitheliesmith]

Whether she believed it or not, in his mind she had already achieved the criteria. She had taken up arms to defend the innocent. She had overcome her past. She remained forgiving in the face of her former enemy. What he would have given for a hero like that, so very long ago.

"Her mother named her Hela. Prophecy has a way of making fools of us all; it turns out that was also the name of my sister." Either Angrboða had known somehow and meant it to terrify Odin, which would be entirely plausible and hilarious, in hindsight, or it was a horrifying coincidence. He would have to ponder that one alone, sometime. "She was my youngest, and the one most gifted with magic."

He gestured, and the black hair in his case glowed, throwing an image into the space just above. The resemblance was undeniable, until she pushed her hair back from her left side, to reveal the taut, darkened and sunken cheek, the empty socket of her eye, and missing ear.

He didn't visibly react when she laid a hand on his shoulder, but internally he barely dared to breathe. Years of mistrust prepared him for a pain that logically he knew was not coming. She was trying to be kind, he reminded himself.

"Perhaps it is ice-bound, then." He conceded, cautiously. "The effect is much the same. Even my anger is burnt out."

[lokitheliesmith]

//how dare it be my turn

//no Write replies, only Read replies

//send help

[lokitheliesmith]

“ Could you be wrong? ”

"Did you want my help, or not?" Loki replied. "Because I'd quite happily leave you to your predicament. Just because you don't like my answer..."

[dashing-fandral]

Fandral sighed audibly. He knew further arguing would only make Loki fulfill his threat.

"Of course I want your help." He said, masking his frustration. "I just don't want to be making a mistake. We don't want to get caught."

He glanced back down at the map, tracing a finger around the spot Loki had marked. The raider's hideout, or so he hoped.

[lokitheliesmith]

"The mistake was made months ago, when the garrison at the outpost was recalled to the fortress." Loki shook his head. "It created a power vacuum only a warlord could fill."

"I'm more interested in why they're sending 'you, Fandral', and not 'you, the Warriors Three and Sif', or 'you, the Warriors Three and Sif, and Thor, and half a battalion of our finest soldiers'. What is here, that they send only one man, plus whatever help he can beg from his friends?"

[lokitheliesmith]

Just for this moment//Natasha&Loki

@redxinmyledger

Loki checked the last working readout on the Statesman as he set her down as carefully as he could on the small planet. Breathable atmosphere, evidence of some previous civilisation he hoped he could scavenge. And one singular beacon, broadcasting a blip on the emergency frequency, the universal 'I'm here, please help'.

He didn't bother with the main bulkhead; instead he disengaged the cabin blast doors and jumped down onto the rocky surface via the gaping hole in the side of the aft deck. He surveyed the damage. The whole rear half of the ship was more like swiss cheese than a viable transport. Still, she'd got him this far.

He cast a mote of light that bobbed greenish in the space above his head, casting everything in a sickly glow.

"Peace." He called aloud, his voice reverberating off the barren rock. "Who calls for aid in this forsaken place?"

[lokitheliesmith]

"I am glad to hear it. And perhaps that 'long story' shall have it's day, soon. Asgard has always hungered for happy endings, and especially for stories of heroic women." Aside from the valkyries, nearly forgotten, he could think of no lady thus immortalised.

He remembered just a second late that he had a handkerchief in the depths of his pocket, which he produced and offered to her, silently.

"We have a tradition," he began, as her attention shifted, "of warriors carrying trinkets into battle. It is meant to be good luck, or perhaps a touchstone; a reminder of what a person is fighting for."

He released the catch on the little box. Inside were a collection of odds and ends; a horse's shoenail, a square of snake-shed preserved in a slide, a sharp canine tooth, a silver ring in the form of a snake, and three locks of hair; one blonde, one red, and one as dark as his own.

"This is my family. My blood." He placed the box back on the console between them. "All I have left of my children, their mother, and my wife their step-mother.

"I was mother to Sleipnir. Father to my other lads, and my little girl. But they were 'dangerous' and 'ungovernable'. Too different. Too monstrous. And they were taken from me. Odin expunged them from the records, but I remember them, even if the rest of the Nine do not."

He had to wonder, knowing now as he did about their sister and how Odin had so effectively concealed the past, whether they had not been forgotten naturally.

"I have no tears left for them; my heart has wept dry, and turned to stone."

[lokitheliesmith]

Just for this moment//Natasha&Loki

@redxinmyledger

Loki checked the last working readout on the Statesman as he set her down as carefully as he could on the small planet. Breathable atmosphere, evidence of some previous civilisation he hoped he could scavenge. And one singular beacon, broadcasting a blip on the emergency frequency, the universal 'I'm here, please help'.

He didn't bother with the main bulkhead; instead he disengaged the cabin blast doors and jumped down onto the rocky surface via the gaping hole in the side of the aft deck. He surveyed the damage. The whole rear half of the ship was more like swiss cheese than a viable transport. Still, she'd got him this far.

He cast a mote of light that bobbed greenish in the space above his head, casting everything in a sickly glow.

"Peace." He called aloud, his voice reverberating off the barren rock. "Who calls for aid in this forsaken place?"

[lokitheliesmith]

Loki was indeed surprised to hear about Stark. But then, stranger things had happened. Absently he reached for his breast pocket, then played off the movement out of habit.

"When we make landfall, there'll be time for that. The Xandarians have a drinking culture like Earth."

His expression darkened as she went on, very aware that this was compromising information at best, a deep scar he had absolutely no right to see, or even contemplate. It threw his own troubles into sharp relief, too; most of the events that had shaped him had been as an adult. It tugged at his chest in a way he was vaguely aware would be useful as a ruse, but he could read no lie in her upset.

"Wherever she is, it is clear that she is loved." He offered, not knowing what else he could say. There was no way to heal this kind of wound with words, or magic. None of the traditional platitudes of Asgard fitted either, and he hated those anyway. "You both deserved more than that. All children do."

He reached for his pocket again, this time pulling a flat, square case from it, brass coloured and battered, which he propped on the console between them. She had revealed her heart; the least he could do was show his in return. When she was ready.

"To have been through so much so young, and to have not fallen to revenge and despair, to end up on the side of light... I think that means you are the stronger of the two of us."

[lokitheliesmith]

“ Could you be wrong? ”

"Did you want my help, or not?" Loki replied. "Because I'd quite happily leave you to your predicament. Just because you don't like my answer..."

[lokitheliesmith]

Just for this moment//Natasha&Loki

@redxinmyledger

Loki checked the last working readout on the Statesman as he set her down as carefully as he could on the small planet. Breathable atmosphere, evidence of some previous civilisation he hoped he could scavenge. And one singular beacon, broadcasting a blip on the emergency frequency, the universal 'I'm here, please help'.

He didn't bother with the main bulkhead; instead he disengaged the cabin blast doors and jumped down onto the rocky surface via the gaping hole in the side of the aft deck. He surveyed the damage. The whole rear half of the ship was more like swiss cheese than a viable transport. Still, she'd got him this far.

He cast a mote of light that bobbed greenish in the space above his head, casting everything in a sickly glow.

"Peace." He called aloud, his voice reverberating off the barren rock. "Who calls for aid in this forsaken place?"

[lokitheliesmith]

"It feels worse the other way around. Finding out that your family is not your blood." Loki had been on both ends of it now. Though perhaps it hurt more because it had come first, rather than because it had been objectively worse. "I did not take the news gracefully, to say the least. It put a great deal of what had come before into a painfully sharp context. It's all gone now, of course. Odin is dead. Asgard is gone. The hot spring, and the forest, and all the places I already knew I would never see again."

"As for Fandral, he was harmless enough. Shameless flirt, but he knew better than to take advantage. I suspect they would have hated each other. Either that or ended up in bed together." He was gone, too. "Pain and pleasure aren't so very different. But I daresay pain lasts longer. The punishing degree of training; that is familiar to me as well."

This risked turning morose. He tilted his head, regarding her.

"I cannot quite imagine there being two of you. Were you close, until...?" He knew from Barton that she had been raised in the profession, but none of the specifics.

[lokitheliesmith]

(knife) - sender uses a knife against reciever as a threat (Wanda either sleepwalking or under someone’s control?)

"Wanda..." Loki tone was warning, low and carefully controlled. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know, even as the blade pressed against his neck. "Wanda, listen to me. This isn't you."

He'd survived worse. He could overpower her with muscle if he needed to, but that wouldn't solve the underlying issue.

"Farðu!" He addressed the entity in her eyes, addressing it in the oldest language he knew. "Ég hef gert tilkall til hennar, farðu!"

[lokitheliesmith]

"Fight it." He dared not tighten his grip, though he could not risk loosening it either. "Drop the knife and expand yourself. Force out this presence. I will keep your body safe, but I daren't go digging for it myself."

If it jumped from her to him, or worse, had both of them at once...

"I've got you."

[illbringthechaosmagic]

@lokitheliesmith

"What if... what if I can't?" Wanda was trying her hardest to keep pushing past the voices in her head, to fight back and have control over her own body but it wasn't so easy. "You... you should go.... before it comes back... I don't want to hurt you..." It was clear from her voice and the tears welling up in her eyes that she was scared, both of what the voice wanted with her and what it wanted to do to Loki. She would rather he was safe, that he would leave. "Please..."

[lokitheliesmith]

"Then you fail, and we do as we must. But you have to try." Loki was icily-calm, but his eyes spoke volumes. "Wanda, listen to me. You have to believe you can. Magic is narrative. She who speaks first controls the outcome. Look. At. Me. Wanda."

He fixed her with his best stare, as if he could freeze her in the way a snake might do to a mouse.

"Together, or not at all. Not at all isn't an option. I'm not leaving. Let go of the knife."

[lokitheliesmith]

@illbringthechaosmagic

Loki woke slowly, sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains, the world outside utterly unaware of the turmoil that had consumed him. He even fancied he could hear a bird singing, somewhere beyond the glass. But that couldn't possibly be true.

"What am I going to do, Sig?" He asked the empty air, as he stared at the shaft of light on his ceiling. "I didn't mean for this to happen. And I hate that he's right.

"And I know what you'd say, both of you. I know."

He hauled himself up, and paused at his desk. Her note was there, crumpled and just a little tearstained.

He tore a sheet from the back of his notebook and folded it seal times, then unfolded it to write his message.

Wanda,

I have much I wish to say, and no words with which to write them. I am sorry that we have been apart.

Please would you join me at the boathouse in one hour?

L.

It folded itself when he was finished. The paper butterfly flapped it's wings once and fluttered out of his hands. He let it out of his room by the door, and it fluttered off towards Wanda's room.

[illbringthechaosmagic]

@lokitheliesmith

Wanda combed through his hair as her other hand came to rest on his cheek, thumb ghosting over his lower lip before moving to brush over his cheek. She wanted to commit his image to memory, to take in his face, how he looked in that moment. When he asked her if they should walk back to the compound, she gave a small nod, her hands pulling away before one slipped into his.

"Thank you... for opening up to me."

[lokitheliesmith]

"Thank you, for not running for the hills." It still felt like he had taken a horrendous chance in being honest with her but, unfortunately, Thor had been right. Trying to keep her at a distance really was no longer an option.

He squeezed her hand just a little, and slipped back into his boots, where he'd left them by the boathouse door.

"Let's go home."

[razzmothazz]

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

[razzmothazz]

we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?

[lokitheliesmith]

@illbringthechaosmagic

Loki woke slowly, sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains, the world outside utterly unaware of the turmoil that had consumed him. He even fancied he could hear a bird singing, somewhere beyond the glass. But that couldn't possibly be true.

"What am I going to do, Sig?" He asked the empty air, as he stared at the shaft of light on his ceiling. "I didn't mean for this to happen. And I hate that he's right.

"And I know what you'd say, both of you. I know."

He hauled himself up, and paused at his desk. Her note was there, crumpled and just a little tearstained.

He tore a sheet from the back of his notebook and folded it seal times, then unfolded it to write his message.

Wanda,

I have much I wish to say, and no words with which to write them. I am sorry that we have been apart.

Please would you join me at the boathouse in one hour?

L.

It folded itself when he was finished. The paper butterfly flapped it's wings once and fluttered out of his hands. He let it out of his room by the door, and it fluttered off towards Wanda's room.

[lokitheliesmith]

Loki was certainly in no hurry; the pace was slow, not quite tentative but relaxed in a measured sort of way. He knew he ought to be cutting loose and just enjoying the moment, but after everything that had happened he was more concerned with making sure he didn't cause any more chaos between them.

Still his spare hand did come to rest on her ribs, the other still cupping her cheek.

"Better?" He asked, breaking for air but staying nose-to-nose with her.

[illbringthechaosmagic]

@lokitheliesmith

Wanda wasn't about to push too hard when it came to the kiss. If Loki wanted to keep things slow, they'd do so. If he wanted to lean in and deepen it, then she'd let him. After all, she didn't want to push him away or make him think that she was wanting too much too quickly. And so, she leaned into his touch, kissing him back slowly and moving to brush her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah... yeah better," she whispered as he broke the kiss, a soft smile on her lips. "Your lips are pretty soft..."

[lokitheliesmith]

Soft from years of neglect, Loki's first thought suggested, but he kept that one firmly to himself.

The feeling on her fingers in his hair made the scalp beneath seem to tingle, and he would have liked nothing better than to lean into that feeling, except that it would topple them both into the water off the side of the jetty.

"Do you..." His voice caught ever so slightly in his throat. "Do you think we should walk back to the compound?"

[lokitheliesmith]

Just for this moment//Natasha&Loki

@redxinmyledger

Loki checked the last working readout on the Statesman as he set her down as carefully as he could on the small planet. Breathable atmosphere, evidence of some previous civilisation he hoped he could scavenge. And one singular beacon, broadcasting a blip on the emergency frequency, the universal 'I'm here, please help'.

He didn't bother with the main bulkhead; instead he disengaged the cabin blast doors and jumped down onto the rocky surface via the gaping hole in the side of the aft deck. He surveyed the damage. The whole rear half of the ship was more like swiss cheese than a viable transport. Still, she'd got him this far.

He cast a mote of light that bobbed greenish in the space above his head, casting everything in a sickly glow.

"Peace." He called aloud, his voice reverberating off the barren rock. "Who calls for aid in this forsaken place?"

[lokitheliesmith]

"Even without the five year hiatus, it's been entirely too long." Loki agreed easily. "Perhaps you had the story from Thor, but... We left Asgard in a hurry, retreating from a battle that was already lost, and before that, we were... occupied, with a secret elder sister who makes me question whether I was in fact the adopted son Odin claims I was."

Now, wouldn't that be an upset of realm-shattering proportions. He was tempted to start that rumour himself, just to spite the memory of the old man. But then again, what would that serve, except to make more misery? He was done with that.

"I've been imagining the hot spring under the palace all week. Hot water and steam, and the cold plunge after..." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Of all the places to miss. Though, I suppose 'hot, dark and wet' is not so different to Fandral's choice of life-affirming post-battle activities... "

[lokitheliesmith]

Just for this moment//Natasha&Loki

@redxinmyledger

Loki checked the last working readout on the Statesman as he set her down as carefully as he could on the small planet. Breathable atmosphere, evidence of some previous civilisation he hoped he could scavenge. And one singular beacon, broadcasting a blip on the emergency frequency, the universal 'I'm here, please help'.

He didn't bother with the main bulkhead; instead he disengaged the cabin blast doors and jumped down onto the rocky surface via the gaping hole in the side of the aft deck. He surveyed the damage. The whole rear half of the ship was more like swiss cheese than a viable transport. Still, she'd got him this far.

He cast a mote of light that bobbed greenish in the space above his head, casting everything in a sickly glow.

"Peace." He called aloud, his voice reverberating off the barren rock. "Who calls for aid in this forsaken place?"

[lokitheliesmith]

"To my knowledge, you're only just beginning to explore your own 'backyard'; I suspect SHIELD hasn't dialed in the specifics... Not that an Asgardian wingboat would be much better; we have- had the Bifröst for long distance travel."

He sighed, shook his head as if that might banish the shadow that passed through his mind.

"Not dead, not dying. Not today, at least. It'll be a few hours to the last jump-point, but we're on an arterial route now.

"I've never stopped at Jaguba before, but I suspect it's much like any other mining colony. Once we land, I'd suggest we find a bathhouse, a hot meal, and a place to rest for the night, ideally in that order. And in the morning, a yard that will take her for parts and scrap metal, and might sell us something with more 15% engine function and a functional water closet."

He reached forward to re-engage the navigation system, and caught the back of her hand as she reached for the bottle.

"Ah, here." He handed it to her. "More precious than gold."

[no-more-dead-dogs]

my beautiful wife, severe thunderstorm warning, is texting me 😌😚😍😍

[lokitheliesmith]

Just for this moment//Natasha&Loki

@redxinmyledger

Loki checked the last working readout on the Statesman as he set her down as carefully as he could on the small planet. Breathable atmosphere, evidence of some previous civilisation he hoped he could scavenge. And one singular beacon, broadcasting a blip on the emergency frequency, the universal 'I'm here, please help'.

He didn't bother with the main bulkhead; instead he disengaged the cabin blast doors and jumped down onto the rocky surface via the gaping hole in the side of the aft deck. He surveyed the damage. The whole rear half of the ship was more like swiss cheese than a viable transport. Still, she'd got him this far.

He cast a mote of light that bobbed greenish in the space above his head, casting everything in a sickly glow.

"Peace." He called aloud, his voice reverberating off the barren rock. "Who calls for aid in this forsaken place?"

[lokitheliesmith]

The shaking and juddering felt worse this time, and Loki found himself once again muttering encouragement to the metal. He wasn't actively bringing his magic to bear, but if believing that it would hold together was enough to make the difference then he'd keep doing it.

"It's not meant to feel like that." He glanced between her and the screen, which was throwing up the same errors with increasing distress even as they passed out of the jump-point radius. "I don't think it would be wise to get used to it. I think we lost some debris on our way through..."

He pressed a few buttons, but nothing happened.

"We've lost the external cameras. And the foul water system. Probably some of the aft hull. Air and power are stable, but we're definitely going to have to find alternative transport once we reach Jaguba Outpost. Luckily for us it's a Xandarian settlement, not Kree."