the throne of asgard belongs to me

Loki. What you see, is never what it seems.

[mayhemthroughmischief]

I sense a disturbance in my Loki muse...may it be coming back~

[mayhemthroughmischief]

are the same ill-fated creatures around or am I in need to find some more better suited to my company.

[mayhemthroughmischief]

[ooc]

still alive guys. 

I'll be doing drafts and intro's soonish :D

[dontdenythenonsense]

[june2734]

[codemanga]

[theonewhoisruledbyfear-blog]

Specific headcanons--Go!

Put one character or ship and one of these symbols (or more) in my ask box, and I’ll let you know the following for that character/ship:

☾ : Sleep headcanon

☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon

☼ : Childhood headcanon

☯ : Genderbent headcanon

⋆ : Sex headcanon

☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)

♤ :  Cooking headcanon

☻ : Mood headcanon

♒ : Any other question of your choosing

[starcrossedloversof-asgard]

[mayhemthroughmischief]

;;— ‘He could feel their looks of contempt, their disgust for him. And why? Because he dared contemplate a solution rather than instantly loose his blade from its sheath? Because he did not live up to their vision of what an Asgardian should be?’

[repressfun]

[peopleof-thestars]

lord of the rings gif meme: whatever tickles your fancy → the fell beasts

“It was a winged creature: if bird, then greater than all other birds, and it was naked, and neither quill nor feather did it bear, and its vast pinions were as webs of hide between horned fingers; and it stank. A creature of an older world maybe it was…”

[tolkienism]

“The Nazgûl were they, the Ringwraiths, the Enemy’s most terrible servants; darkness went with them, and they cried with the voices of death.”

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[mayhemthroughmischief]

 favorite movie moments & quotes

↳The Avengers: Thor falling for Loki’s tricks 

[mayhemthroughmischief]

Playing with (the God of) Fire

[tincanicarus]

“I think my hair is one of the few things in here not sentient. Is it so messy it looks like it’ll attack you? Really?” Tony smirks and draws one hand through his hair, essentially getting it even messier. “And I’d probably look good iced to the wall but that’s not the point, I don’t really want to make the icicle experience and then you’d probably get bored of me immobile and quiet really quickly.”

When the snowball disappears, Tony smiles— it’s unusual that those things ever work out in his favor. “I’m experimenting. And just having to lift your hand to smash a snowball to my face is not enough of a challenge, is it? Which I get, nothing better than a good challenge. But I admit it was a risky bet. Know why I’m good at poker? I always go for the risky bets, and just when some people feel they’ve seen through my bluffs I pull a royal flush. And then other nights I lose everything again. That’s just what playing’s all about, though, waving your money around. You ever been to Vegas? I’m sure you’d be good at it too.”

[mayhemthroughmischief]

"In theory, I could attempt to make your hair sentient. Though, the idea of your hair waving around like some...hairy tentacles disturbs me." Loki grinned, head tipping to the left as he dragged his eyes lazily up to his hair. "You're catching on quickly, I really am going to have to start rewarding you. I do like a verbal, highly mobile target." He states, half entertaining the thought of a mild hypotermic Tony stuck in some questionable angle on the adjacent wall.

Tony's choice of words don't exactly take the God by surprise, but it's enough to quirk his eyebrow and lean just a fraction closer than he already was. "Experimenting? I can only imagine what next you're going to try, and since you're such a risky person...I'll have to keep an eye open at all times. And you're right, simply lifting a hand and flicking my wrist wouldn't be a very entertaining challenge — Vegas?" Disarmed for a few moments after the running commentary on poker, there's a slow blink, a quirk of his lips and a decisive sigh.. "I haven't been, no. As for this poker, you'll have to teach me — so I can beat you."

[mayhemthroughmischief]

Playing with (the God of) Fire

[tincanicarus]

"Please don’t tell me you call yourself Prince of Earth, we’ve clearly established that Earth isn’t ready for that kinda ruling yet. My tip would be to try again in a millennium. And anyways I’m King of the blue one. And I don’t think I want to get into a snowball fight with you when you control all the snow. I might end up iced against the wall or something—”

The engineer crosses his arms over his chest, unconsciously blocking out the arc reactor’s glow. “I was hoping me getting even more underdressed might discourage you of throwing any more snowballs. Sadly it doesn’t look like it’s working. Is it working? Hey, maybe you’re secretly a cuddler or something but need an excuse to hug me and what better way than to inflict mild hypothermia? While we’re talking about ice I can think of multiple ways being as cool as you claim to be could be hot.”

Tony steps closer, knowing that there’s the possibility that a) Loki will just press the snowball in his face or b) he’ll escape by walking towards it. He’s kinda hoping for the latter.

[mayhemthroughmischief]

"Please, when you call yourself King. I would hate to step on your toes like that." Loki chuckled, rolling his eyes and glancing off side. "I've lost interest in your realm, if you must know, so calm that mess of hair on your head. You say that now, Tony, but I imagine you'd look very good iced up against a wall, like living wall art."

When the arc reactor was removed from view, the tricksters eyes shifted with an air of disinterest to their surroundings. Tony's works however, coaxed his eyes back with a sly smile. "Hardly, in fact, it makes you even more of a target for snow balls. I'll give you points for trying — please. If I was going to put my arms anywhere around your body I would do it with out a reason. Hypothermia would be such a cliche excuse. You'll have to tell me about these thoughts I'm...ever so curious." He was coming closer? Why? He was only making himself a moving target if Loki decided to tilt his fingers in his direction. Then again, close targets were never too fun, and while he'd like to aim the nicely sized ball of white spinning elegantly on his fingertips squarely for the mans forehead — he decided against it. His fingers curl inwards, causing the ball to evaporate and he leans towards the engineer. "What are you playing at, Stark?"

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The Tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power, but our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow. The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn? 

[mayhemthroughmischief]

Playing with (the God of) Fire

[tincanicarus]

“Oh, thanks, how curteous of you. Right Prince Charming you are.” Laufeyson, huh? Tony makes a mental note to ask JARVIS whether there’s anything of that to be found in the Edda or something, but doesn’t comment, watching the brief change of expression on the other’s face.

Seems familiar somehow.

Let’s be honest, Tony didn’t expect Loki to stay still and take a random object thrown at him quietly, but then he didn’t exactly know what to expect and the snowball propelled in his direction doesn’t give him time to get out of the way, though he manages to move his head so the cold ball hits the side of his face— “Fucking hell this is cold—”

The engineer can’t suppress a bodily shiver running through him as he wipes the snow off his face as quickly as possibly, groaning as he feels what he didn’t reach in time slip under his collar. “Not really fair to start a snowball fight when one, I’m clearly underdressed, and two, there’s no snow I could throw back.” He pouts at the God of Mischief and, after tugging uselessly at the shirt for a moment, just pulls it off over his head, standing in a wifebeater before the God and sighing in relief as he gets the last bit of snow off of himself. “Was that magically enforced cold just now? I get the feeling you don’t exactly need to suck ice cubes to get a cold tongue, do you?”

[mayhemthroughmischief]

"As a Prince, I have to be charming, Tony — it's all part of the package." He retorts casually. Did he expect Tony to go rooting into that, perhaps? certainly? Either way, if he pried, Loki wanted nothing to do with the findings. 

Loki would of never passed up the opportunity to get his own back. A snowball seemed more amusing and a much more unfair way to get a little fun at Tony's expense after all, Tony didn't exactly have the necessary genetics to produce snow.

He couldn't of suppressed the genuine laugh that rolls off his tongue after the ball of snow hits the side of Tony's face. Not even if he tried.

"There could be snow to throw back —" Loki starts, "if you ask nicely." Grinning at the pouting engineer as another snowball begins to spin to life on his fingertips. His eyes not once leaving Tony for a moment. "You complain about being under dressed, and you go and leave yourself even more exposed....the view just got interesting." Head tilting just a fraction to the left, this time, the question didn't bother him so much, just made the snow ball spin a little faster. "Magically infused, but I'm naturally chilled to the touch, tongue included — ice is kind of my thing." 

[selfmadesuperego-deactivated201]

[ Or not apparently, the engineer simply stands where he is when he god appears before him. The panic that was once suppressed is now fully awaken, eyes widening with Tony faltering back into the counter behind him. The finger on his now bare chest makes him shudder, and in taking a sharp breath, he exhales quickly as he thinks of something to at least retort with. ]

Pity, sure. But since I’m not so fun anymore, maybe you should be on your way. [ He practically mutters the words, refusing to make any eye contact. What could be compared to a sigh of relief escapes his lips when the other passes him by and soon enough Tony crosses his arms defensively, tight and across his chest. ] Nothing to play with right? I’m not Iron Man anymore, so find someone else to bother. I don’t see why you even bother visiting when you know full well what’s been going on, I see. But before you go— [ if you go, he thinks ] —who told you?

[mayhemthroughmischief]

[He forgot how easy it was to instill fear, or maybe it was because he'd spent so long in the company of people that didn't fear him to the same degree as Stark did. Oh how he missed it. He couldn't stress it enough. Even the quick exhale brings a smile to his lips.] 

I think I'll stay. [The words are matter of fact, and Tony could mutter all he wanted, he would still hear Tony. His ears were attuned perfectly to those inane mumbles. Now he's more focused on making his way to the bar and pouring himself something to drink. Not that Stark could stop him now.] No, you're more fragile, like a little....ah...china doll. I could crush you with my bare hands if I wanted, or I could still play with you — delicately, intimately. [A question? The God pauses in his move to pour himself a scotch, green eyes fixating on Tony's face.] I'm always watching, Antony. Always.