Why be a king when you can be a god?

"I am Loki, whose whim brought Asgard crashing down. I am Loki, whose tongue was an anvil where the sharpest lies were forged. I am Loki, and I have things to say that you must know." This blog will predominantly follow comic-verse canon, however mun is no stranger to the MCU, and is always delighted to make use of her other three faceclaims, information on whom can be found behind the 'OOC' link.

[adeliese]

Luke + a badass walk (2.06 Fly Away)

[martiangirlhunter]

An Encounter of the Fourth Kind || Megan&Loki

[martiangirlhunter]

[Megan’s eyes light up with excitement as Loki performs his magic, becoming giddy and clapping with glee as she giggles in a slightly childish manner] That’s amazing Loki! [Her fear of him quickly disappears and is replaced with awe when she sees the glowing heart] “Just like the sorcerer priests and priestesses on Mars!” [She exclaims under her breath at an almost inaudible volume as she reaches out and receives her gift] “Where on Mar-  uhm, Earth did you learn to do that!” [She exclaims as she opens up the box revealing the sweet bounty within]

To be honest, I didn’t even know it was named after someone! But yeah, I’ve heard that this is what everyone decorates with on Valentines. 

[mischievously-me]

[For a second, Loki falters, taken aback by Megan's gratitude and genuine glee. In his opinion, it is disproportionate the way she practically vibrates with excitement at such a trifling gift. It makes him uncomfortable, so he waves her thanks aside and settles into a more familiar topic.

'Mayhap I ought to just make the thing explode into snakes. That would wipe the smile from her face.']

Aye, Valentine was a mere man. [he says with the air of a professor giving a lecture] Persecuted for his beliefs during life, and receiving Sainthood only after his, particularly gruesome, death. I fail to see how he relates to cartoonish caricatures of internal organs. 

[One thing that she had said does intrigue him: the quiet mentioning of Mars. 'Mars: the red planet, one of several that composes Midgard's solar system. Perhaps she is not from this planet after all.']

Please. If my skill was one learned on Earth, I would hardly be able to bend a single spoon. All I know was taught to me on Asgard, coupled  with my own innate talent. But you do not seem surprised. You have witnessed magic before, I take it?

[burdenofheroes]

I will be here

When you think you’re all alone

Seeping through the cracks

My official song for Possessed!Stiles

[super-billybatson]

Billy scours through all of the drawers until he finally finds a pack of marshmallows in the back of the pantry. He turns around with excitement, noticing the tower before he has a chance to speak. He sets down the bag of marshmallows before walking over to the tower of dishes. “Woah, how’d you do that?! I turned my back for one second, and you got this done! How’d you get it to balance so perf-” He says as he pokes one of the dishes, causing the charm to break. The tower tipped over, sending dishes hurtling towards the ground, crashing loudly and shattering all over the place.

[mischievously-me]

Loki closes his eyes when the porcelain shatters; shards of razor sharp shrapnel slicing through the air. Without a word he erects a shimmering forcefield, shards that might otherwise have found their home embedded in either Loki or Billy instead bounce harmlessly back to the tile. From what he can glean, it's entirely in character for the small human to poke at a balance so clearly precarious.

"Butterfingers," he comments lightly and without inflection, kicking at the broken dishware at his feet. Generally, Loki prefers to be quite a bit farther away when the dishes hit the floor - but on the flip side, it's always a thrill to watch his destruction in motion.

"That," Loki says, "was magic." He stalks over to the abandoned marshmallows and picks them up with a single, spidery hand. Curious, Loki pokes his index finger into the bag's opening and examines its contents. He pours several of the little, white puffs onto his palm and pops them into his mouth. ['Odin's eyepatch, these are good.']

"I do hope security did not hear all of that commotion."

[burnedapancakeonce]

[mischievously-me]

[Falling into step only slightly behind Billy, Loki looks around, curious despite himself. He hasn’t yet had time to explore this wing of the school.]

An island? [he laughs] No. No, much farther than that. I am a god, not of this realm at all. You might pick up a book on Scandinavian mythology some time. [Following closely, Loki’s skin begins to crawl, the feeling only intensifying the farther he’s led. Suspicious by nature, Loki can’t help but half-suspect an ambush.]

[super-billybatson]

[Billy walks in silence for a few moments as he thinks this information over. His initial instincts were to be skeptical of the man, because clearly a god wouldn’t be at a high school. Then again, Billy said one word and a wizard would shoot him with magical lightning that gave him the powers of the gods, so who was he to actually deny this man’s claims?]

"Yeah, alright. Next time I’m in Scandinavia, I’ll make sure to ask around about you." [They finally round a corner and arrive at the common kitchen area for students. Billy just walks through and points to an empty chair] "Alright, you sit down and chill while I figure out where they keep the marshmallows. I hope you are ready to have your mind blown, because once you taste one of these puppies, you’ll be begging for summer to get here so you can roast these things over a campfire."

[mischievously-me]

The library would serve just as well. [gives a pointed look. When told to take a seat, Loki does just the opposite. He takes his time looking around, running his fingers along everything, opening and closing cabinets as he goes. When he reaches a cupboard full of dishware, he begins to pull them out and stack them on the countertop. By the time it's finished, the tower of plates and bowls stretches high enough that even Loki himself can hardly reach its top. All that keeps it aloft is a weak balancing charm; it is certain to topple messily if touched.]

[mischievously-me]

Stranger In a Strange Land || Jason&Loki

[amalgamsredhood]

He slowly got off from the floor and brushed himself off still dwelling on the cold swirling through his system. The storm of memories that he just endured for a second time left him shook him pretty good but it wouldn’t hinder his justice. If anything made him proud to have survived his experiences..most anyways. He stared at Loki the dark smirk still on his face.

"It’s easy to tell what someones has been through when you have been through almost the same thing. People who have been through certain events. A certain personal hell that brakes us and makes us into the man we were made to be. One who is not afraid to kill or take drastic means to take what we need."

[mischievously-me]

Expression gone cold, all trace of laughter gone from his countenance, Loki found himself suddenly incapable of meeting Jason's eyes. Everything that he had just said hit way too close to home, and Loki could think of no other way to react but to bristle. His walls slammed up with such speed that Loki could fairly hear the bang.

"Do not assume to know me," he bit out, voice hard. For reasons that he could not put a name to, Loki was tiptoeing dangerously close to anger and he could not afford to lose that control. "I was born the man I am meant to be." In this life and the many more he had lived before it: Loki would always be Loki, no exceptions.

Without another word, Loki turned on his heel and picked up his trunk effortlessly, despite the weight. It didn't matter any more that he didn't quite know the way to his room, that could be easily resolved, all that counted was exiting the room before he did something he - well, didn't necessarily regret, but wasn't in his best interest.

[mischievously-me]

  The kitchens? [Loki brightens, smiling beatifically. The kitchens had been one of his favourite spaces back on Asgard, coercing the cooks into sneaking him extra sweets after dinner a beloved pastime] Lead on.

[super-billybatson]

[Billy began walking, staying one step ahead while walking towards the kitchen] How is it possible to have never had a marshmallow? Like seriously? Are you like that Diana lady who grew up on an island no one has ever seen? Where do you come from that doesn’t have marshmallows?!

[mischievously-me]

[Falling into step only slightly behind Billy, Loki looks around, curious despite himself. He hasn't yet had time to explore this wing of the school.]

An island? [he laughs] No. No, much farther than that. I am a god, not of this realm at all. You might pick up a book on Scandinavian mythology some time. [Following closely, Loki's skin begins to crawl, the feeling only intensifying the farther he's led. Suspicious by nature, Loki can't help but half-suspect an ambush.]

[mischievously-me]

Marsh … mallows? The term is unfamiliar, but I do not believe that anything originating in a marsh is palatable.

[super-billybatson]

Are you for real right now? You seriously don’t even know what a marshmallow is, let alone had any in your hot chocolate? This is a sin. We need to get to the kitchen ASAP so I can find you a marshmallow and change your life forever.”

[mischievously-me]

The kitchens? [Loki brightens, smiling beatifically. The kitchens had been one of his favourite spaces back on Asgard, coercing the cooks into sneaking him extra sweets after dinner a beloved pastime] Lead on.

[martiangirlhunter]

An Encounter of the Fourth Kind || Megan&Loki

[mischievously-me]

[Loki cannot, in fact, see her heart. but he can see her fear.] I am afraid not. My time is far too valuable to spent at another’s beck and call. This is a now or never sort of deal. [‘Go on. A little mischief never killed anyone. Surely there is something that she desires.’]

[martiangirlhunter]

[Looks like he doesn’t know that I’m in his head… Well at least I have that little advantage. Score one for team Megan! Now I just need to make that wish…] Uhm, let me think… [She pauses and puts a hand on her chin, looking thoughtfully as she hums in contemplation] How about a box of chocolates, seeing as it is Valentines day?

[mischievously-me]

Chocolates? [he repeats, eyebrows raised, as though expecting her to correct him. 'I offer her anything that her heart desires and she chooses ... chocolates? So be it.']

Very well. ['Then they shall be the finest chocolates the nine realms have to offer.' Vanaheim it is. The Vanir have long been known for their fine food, sweets being no exception. They will be summoned, of course, rather than conjured; no matter how skilled a sorcerer Loki is, he can never seem to create food without it tasting faintly of ozone. Loki raises a hand and a prismatic heart seems to appear from nowhere, hovering an inch over his palm. It's a pale pink, glowing softly with a warm light.]

I do not understand your celebration of St. Valentine, but hearts are customary, are they not? [he extends his arm, offering her the box]

[mischievously-me]

I shall concede the point about ice cream. However, winter boasts hot cocoa and peppermint. [takes on a slightly dreamy look]

[super-billybatson]

"That…is actually a pretty valid point. Oh, especially when you get it with little marshmallows and whip cream. Mmm, maybe winter isn’t so bad after all."

[mischievously-me]

Marsh ... mallows? The term is unfamiliar, but I do not believe that anything originating in a marsh is palatable.

[mischievously-me]

Headcanon I

Loki is possessed of an absolutely crippling sweet-tooth. 

[mischievously-me]

Snow is far preferable to the sweltering summer heat.

[super-billybatson]

"I completely disagree. Summer means beaches, ice cream, and riding bikes outside. Winter means frostbite, blizzards, and slipping on ice."

[mischievously-me]

I shall concede the point about ice cream. However, winter boasts hot cocoa and peppermint. [takes on a slightly dreamy look]

[super-billybatson]

Who do I talk to about moving the school to a state that is warm? A man can only handle so much snow in one winter…

[mischievously-me]

Snow is far preferable to the sweltering summer heat.

[martiangirlhunter]

An Encounter of the Fourth Kind || Megan&Loki

[mischievously-me]

Oh, yes. [‘Not to say that I shall be able to resist tying them on later.' Expecting honesty from the God of Lies is akin to expecting rain to fall indoors: improbable, but not strictly impossible. This instance, of course, is a bald-faced lie. Thoughts and possibilities whir through Loki's mind at an alarming speed, completely oblivious to his visitor: 'What will she ask for? An item, perhaps? That might be fun. Or  a power maybe - wealth, fame? All of the things that Midgardians hold dear are so … easily corrupted.’]

[martiangirlhunter]

[Megan swallowed as she heard Loki’s thoughts. She was in deep with this one, and she wasn’t exactly sure that she’d be able to wiggle her way out of it. The Devil needed his response after all, and so she hoped that this would do:] Uhm, do you think I could maybe call on that wish later? [She put on her best smile to hide her fear, although however good her ruse may have been, she was absolutely sure that he’d be able to see her nervous heart beating though her chest] 

[mischievously-me]

[Loki cannot, in fact, see her heart. but he can see her fear.] I am afraid not. My time is far too valuable to spent at another's beck and call. This is a now or never sort of deal. ['Go on. A little mischief never killed anyone. Surely there is something that she desires.']

[martiangirlhunter]

An Encounter of the Fourth Kind || Megan&Loki

[mischievously-me]

[the corner of his lip curls upward; personally, he is glad to speak at length about himself, and gladder still for the opportunity to boast]

Oh, there is much, much more. Go on, make a request of me. Anything that your mortal heart may desire. [pauses, looking thoughtful] However, that being said, it is currently in my best interest to avoid any dabbling in the arts of necromancy, murder, and reality warping, and it would be in severely poor taste that you ask me to abandon my principles. 

[martiangirlhunter]

[Her eyes widen at his words] Bringing the dead back to life? Murder? And changing reality! Oh boy, Megan. Oh boy, you really did it now didn’t you. You stumbled onto God…or one of the gods, or whatever he is, at least he’s not the… Devil? [With the last of her thoughts ringing in her head, Megan felt her heart skip a beat and her palms start to sweat] Okay Megan, just play it cool. Maybe he can’t read your mind! Hello Megan! He’s the Devil! Of course he can read your mind! [Her jaw tenses up as she grits her teeth] Well if he’s going to be in your head, you mind as well be in his. Secretly… I Hope.

So, is this like a wish? And I can have… anything? No strings attached?

[mischievously-me]

Oh, yes. ['Not to say that I shall be able to resist tying them on later.' Expecting honesty from the God of Lies is akin to expecting rain to fall indoors: improbable, but not strictly impossible. This instance, of course, is a bald-faced lie. Thoughts and possibilities whir through Loki's mind at an alarming speed, completely oblivious to his visitor: 'What will she ask for? An item, perhaps? That might be fun. Or  a power maybe - wealth, fame? All of the things that Midgardians hold dear are so ... easily corrupted.']

[martiangirlhunter]

An Encounter of the Fourth Kind || Megan&Loki

[mischievously-me]

  Loki Laufeyson. [he grasps her hand gingerly, laying a kiss atop it, looking up at her through dark lashes] The pleasure is mine. Be assured that there is no reason for anxiety; it seems the basis for enrollment in this institution is the candidate’s ability to simply hold a weapon. [chuckles haughtily to himself]

[martiangirlhunter]

Oh! [She exclaims softly as he kisses her hand, her cheeks gently flushing] Well, as it turns out, I don’t really have anything to do with weapons. [She looks down at the ground momentarily before continuing.]  So truthfully I’m not entirely sure why they would have brought me here in the first place. But, even I don’t want to hear me talk about myself all day long! So how about you? Did they let you in because you could hold a weapon? Or is there something more? [She says in a playful manner as she leans in slightly, smiling.]

[mischievously-me]

[the corner of his lip curls upward; personally, he is glad to speak at length about himself, and gladder still for the opportunity to boast]

Oh, there is much, much more. Go on, make a request of me. Anything that your mortal heart may desire. [pauses, looking thoughtful] However, that being said, it is currently in my best interest to avoid any dabbling in the arts of necromancy, murder, and reality warping, and it would be in severely poor taste that you ask me to abandon my principles.