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Selective Loki Laufeyson RP blog 616 Loki (a.k.a. Ikol) from Marvel comics Mun 30+ Sideblog to benevolentgodloki On hiatus until muse for comic verses return. A few threads may pop up here and there.

[magpietrickstergod]

Do you role-play with ocs? Also how old is this loki?

// Hi there. This is a sideblog to benevolentgodloki so will follow the same rules as on there. I'm not especially active on this chap unfortunately and use him as more of an add-on for existing partners. As for his age, in his default incarnation he's late twenties/early thirties I'd say in appearance, he kind of rebirthed again after being eaten by Laufey, which weirdly makes him 1-2 years old, if that, but then it gets complicated if we decide he's only as old as Ikol or if he's definitely all Lokis, and in the latter case he's countless years old and from universes even before comprehension.

tl;dr I don't think he knows how old he is by now.

[hawkerly]

Comic Appreciation → So let’s talk about magic. We can dicker on the exact rules, if you like. There are all sorts of grimoires and cryptonomicons. I’ve got an AD&D manual somewhere. At the core though…

[ikol-cosplay]

"I saved the universe"

Strange: "You didn't save shit"

Loki: "I saved it"

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in which it was 1 am and I decided to color it like a 5 year old because I just wanted to post it lol

[magpietrickstergod]

ikol-cosplay​:

“I saved the universe”

Strange: “You didn’t save shit”

Loki: “I saved it”

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in which it was 1 am and I decided to color it like a 5 year old because I just wanted to post it lol

[magpietrickstergod]

aesir-modir​:

“I see,” Frigga murmured softly after he had finished explaining. If they were both kings, but not together, that must have meant that this Loki returned to Jotunheim while his Thor ruled over Asgard. She couldn’t imagine that, if his Thor was like her own, he would become or allow Loki to be king of Midgard, and none of the other nine realms would have accepted either of them, so any other way didn’t quite make sense. And, if they paralleled her own sons, she could understand their discontent.

“Perhaps it is less that you changed, but more that you have grown. It is a wonder what maturity can do for an individual.” Frigga gave him a soft smile. “And, if your version of Thor has as well, then perhaps it would do you both some good to try and create contact. A relationship can be hard to repair once damaged, so I’m afraid that I cannot promise it will go well, so you have to decide: is it worth the risk to try?”

Loki smiled back and he hoped that it looked kind rather than condescending. Grown, perhaps, but changed was a certainty. Both figuratively and literally: torn apart by the Void; dwelled as possessive energy; as a bird; a template over a child; part of that child, too; matured with magic; burning and burning, a phoenix to ashes before making himself anew; and once again when his jotun father had devoured him and assumed him destroyed, he had remade himself and made his own caesarean. Before that, even, in times before times, when he was an Old God delighting in bloodshed. So many Lokis he had been before and yet Loki he remained.

“I believe so. My Thor, however, is… stubborn. I know all Thors are stubborn, but he is particularly so of late. His crown is heavy and his temper swift. He does not tolerate much from me save when it is really needed.”

[unnecessaryhorns]

[beingevil]

my favourite is from exiles (the JiM/New Mutants crossover):

“Oh no. I am Loki.”

[worstloki]

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aesir-modir​:

Frigga nodded an affirmative to his questions without hesitation, giving him a soft smile. Though she could not tell whether his questions came out of incredulity or judgment, she wasn’t certain, but it did not change how she perceived her son.

“I would and I do. Both he and Thor have their faults, as any leader does, but I believe that their strengths completely counter them and that Asgard would truly thrive under their joint leadership. Alone, Asgard may still survive, but I do not think it would do nearly as well without one of my sons balancing out the faults of the other. It is why I strove to raise them both to be kings, however abnormal such a thing may be.”

Her gaze turned a bit more empathetic, trying not to give any hint of pity for she was unsure how he would take it. But the thought that came to mind was too sad for her to hide it any better, especially if it and the implications that came with it were true.

“It is not the same in your universe, is it?”

There was so much less volatility in this Loki than would have been in Frigga’s own. At least, for now there was. He was fluid and adaptable in this current frame of mind, not quick to anger or offense.

“It’s.. hard to say. It wasn’t the same. Neither of us were the most compatible of siblings and I was rather the worst for a very long time. But I changed myself, several times over. Now, quite against our own intentions, we find ourselves kings. There may be something in the idea of us working together, for neither of us are comfortable in our seats.”

[abz-j-harding]

[sserpente]

Happy Birthday, Loki! 💚

[muirin007]

Remember when Agent of Asgard saved my soul?

[muirin007]

I just.

[magpietrickstergod]

aesir-modir​:

“Then I shall make every effort to keep you in one piece this time.”

Gesturing down one of the long halls and beginning to walk toward one of her less frequented gardens, Frigga hummed a small laugh as he bombarded her with questions. Well, it seemed like that aspect of his personality hadn’t changed, and Frigga was more than happy to oblige.

“One question at a time, dear. I can’t possibly answer them all well enough to satisfy your curiosity if I cannot remember them all.”

Moving through an archway, she led him to a bench in the garden, waving a hand to make it such that the garden seemed unoccupied, giving them more privacy. Sure, it would make her difficult to find, but her sight would tell her in advance enough if someone required her presence.

She hummed softly. “I think your interest lies most in your last question, does it not?” Frigga took a moment to ponder before answering. “He is clever and strong, but not in the typical Asgardian fashion. As such, interactions are difficult for him, for his talents do not parallel those valued by our society. He is like me, talented in the ways of magic, and has excelled above what I can do. But I think he still struggles in spite of it, so I can only hope that he can use his gifts to find the strength to stand alongside his brother and rule someday, for he is more than capable.”

Frigga looked slightly sheepish. “I apologize, I spoke off topic. How else may I sate your curiosity?”

Loki’s eyes were wide as saucers. At first he had been content to be awed with the beauty of the garden that rivalled some from his home, but the most surprising was how she perceived her Loki. Of course, he had been the apple of her eye when he had been young, so many, many years ago. Well, the first time he had been young anyway. One of the first times. Being a Loki was so complicated. Like being a Thor or a Frigga or a Freyja, really. Regardless, their relationship had soured and only recently begun the path to repair.

“You would see him rule?” he asked. “You would trust your Loki with this?” He was careful not to sound as though he were judging, offering genuine curiosity.

[whatun1verse]

[magpietrickstergod]

And then this idiot just hacks in and goes on the account of whomever he’s most in the mood to annoy and makes sure their recommendations are filled with exasperating content >:)

[thorkie-archive-deactivated2019]

Infinity Wars (2018) #5, by Gerry Duggan, Mike Deodato and Frank Martin

[magpietrickstergod]

strangcrdoctor​:

He wanted to be the sort of person to turn away wine for the sake of being mulish, but frankly, he needed a damn drink.

Loki did also have decadent taste in wines, so he trusted his judgment in perhaps this single regard. So he took the glass with both hands to avoid dropping and shattering it, eyeing the na-god and the gentle pinching around his eyes that told very plainly he was deeply amused. He might not have planned this, but it was never going to be above him to make the best of the situations that landed in his lap.

“I’m all for not giving your citizens reasons to mug me in the town square, yes.” He might not have lost against a few Frost Giants, but the end of that fight would not have done anything for Loki’s political career. And he hated that that had now become his paradigm for reasoning in this ass-over-tea kettle scenario. He swallowed nearly half the glass of wine when the eventual reality of his current status was relayed, however. He breathed out slowly after he’d swallowed, glaring at the other man. “So I get to be your incarcerated arm candy. Lovely. How could this possibly get any worse.”

There came a series of loud and dull thuds that made the cave tremble, several somethings having impacted the structure. A stalactite broke off across the room and shattered on the floor.

Loki cursed. “You just had to say it. Near me, of all people.”

With a sigh he knocked back his glass of wine and banished it. He produced instead a pair of manacles, offering them toward Stephen with an apologetic grimace. 

“If you’d be so kind? I must investigate and I have no intention of leaving you here unattended.”

[blockmind]

Levitating catnap 

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@aesir-modir​ continued from here

“I’m afraid my sight is, albeit less limited than most, still bound to this universe alone. I cannot tell any more than you what fate holds for the other universes.” Frigga smiled softly. “But that is not your question, is it?” She was quiet a moment, giving his inquiry proper consideration before speaking. “I think that trying to consider such things invites naught but sorrow, and risks harming the relationships as they currently exist. Perhaps one of the many universes holds the fate you seek, but I cannot say whether or not it is this one. All I can try to do is work to ensure my family’s happiness and safety. Does that answer your question?”

Loki poked a stone with the toe of his boot, rolling it into a flowerbed. He nodded and pursed his lips. “Yes, that is what must be done.” He managed a smile then, one perturbingly like that of another young-faced, ancient trickster; that sad and knowing smile that masked lies beneath.

The smile brightened into a grin as he fought through his melancholy. “We will do all that is in our power for those that we love.”

There was no use in remaining morose and he could not tell her his secrets. They were secrets no one should suffer unless they truly wished to know or were damaged enough to have accidentally touched them. Loki was no seer as she was, but he had seen. No good could come of her learning what she was; what any of them were. In the end, did that truth even matter?

I have no power, and yet I have more power than I had ever dreamed.

[blockmind]

Magpie 

watercolor painting commission

[magpietrickstergod]

strangcrdoctor​:

“I had come to that conclusion, yes.” He only hoped that the world wouldn’t fall apart during his ad hoc vacation in Jotunheim. Wong wouldn’t be immediately alarmed if he couldn’t find him for a couple of days, but if it went too long with no word, the suspicions and concern had the potential to make things very messy. Messier than they already were, which was saying a lot.

“The lodgings would be… definitely welcome,” Stephen admitted. Hiding his discomfort was moot with Loki - the man knew enough about him to be well aware of how well he would be doing in the cold with his hands.

“And a drink would at least help along with the talking portion of this.” He looked over at Loki, not necessarily as aggressively as he might have done had the man not at least assisted with avoiding their most recent armageddon. How much he’d had to do with it was, as always, just a slightly more complex matter. “Because there are some things we should discuss. Like just what the logistics of this little arrangement are expected to be.”

“I’m not exactly an expert on how Jotunn’s handle their war brides,” he said morosely. “So you’ll have to clue me in.”

Having made a mental note to sort out Stephen’s guest chambers, Loki set to conjuring up a decanter of wine and two goblets, pouring one for each of them. As awkward as this all was, he found he would soon have to fight to keep a cheerier mood at bay. This was an interesting turn of events and there was a growing delight in his mischievous heart that his rival was trapped. There were so many things they might be able to talk about and this time they might avoid blasting one another around.

“For the time being,” he said, offering Stephen a goblet, “it should be sufficient that you remain in my palace, out of sight for the most part. It’ll discourage any.. unpleasant encounters. You will, however, be expected to join me at mealtimes and - er - when I hold court.. it would be ideal if you could..” 

Loki pursed his lips and averted his eyes, cradling his drink with nervous thumbs.

“Sort of.. sit around in chains.”