#askseductiveloki

[sorceress-queen]

Dearest Lady Gilrin, to what pleasure do I owe thou presence? You have been intruding my thoughts, lately. I do miss you.

@askseductiveloki

She fiddled with her hands, her cheeks flushing at his words. "I must confess, you have been intruding my thoughts too, Your Highness. I have missed to be in your delightful company."

[imagine-loki]

An Unexpected Letter from Loki

Imagine you come home from work and find a note on your door with your name on it in in beautiful cursive script. 

It is from Loki. He has not responded to your texts at work and you last saw him this morning. You left him silently to let him sleep. You are stressed, and hoping to find him waiting for you in your apartment. You have both planned to attend a gala together for your birthday tomorrow. Where is he now? Why could he not have at least texted you?

You open it with shaking hands. It reads:

“Dearest Y/N,

I am terribly sorry to leave you on such a quick notice. I have some business to attend in another realm. I intend to be back within a few days, at maximum, a few weeks. I cannot express to you how much it agonizes me that I must disappoint you with my leave of absence. I ache to be with you. Alas, in some ways I must be a King first before I can be your partner, a husband, a lover, or even a good friend. The business of the realms calls for my presence.

I wish I could have embraced your soft face and brought your lips to mine before I leave.

Know that I protect the realms for you. For all of us.

I promise you I will bring you back gifts. Please, do forgive me. I beg the nine you will not resent me too long.

Find me in your dreams.

All my love,

Loki.

Tears sting in your eyes. You will have to go to the Gala without a partner and explain to Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three that you have no idea where Loki went and for how long. It must be so dangerous that Loki could not even tell you his location.

Find me in your dreams.

How will you do that?

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Might consider making this into a one-shot! I just got the idea tonight - hope you all enjoy.

[sorceress-queen]

In the dead of night

Morgana wandered around the castle aimlessly, after being plagued by yet another nightmare.

The brunette figured that perhaps a stroll would help clear her mind and she would be able to sleep with ease afterwards.

Perhaps, I should ask for a potion that would make me sleep? No, I had tried that before but to no avail...

Morgana was deep in thought as she continued on her way.

This particular night, however, she wasn't the only soul who roamed the halls.

@askseductiveloki //Only if you'd like to 💚

[imagine-loki]

Imagine Loki as a King courting you in Asgard. It would be as passionate as, say, Henry VIII courting Anne Boleyn in The Tudors. Handwritten letters sent to you by him when he’s away and at war with the nine realms. Sending precious jewels to you. Dining you with fancy and exotic dinners, showing you off at grand balls, having dresses made just for you. Spoiling you. Spending time with you and teaching you his craft of spells. Truly wanting to know who you are because he deems you fit to rule with him.

[a-pandoras-box-of-characters-a]

New life in a new place

(An Emily starter set around Thor 1-ish or so, for @askseductiveloki )

. . . . . . .

It was safe to say that Emily was in denial.

About a lot of things.

Most of which revolves around this place that she was now in, which there seemed to be no explanation for - its existence, that was. It was so strange, here. The mix of living like Vikings and yet having so much highly advanced technology was had to comprehend, alright. But what Emily had the most trouble really letting herself believe in, was that a lot of this place seemed to have something to do with magic. Something, which, Emily had long since given up all hope on. To her, it was something to read about. Something to dream, or to have fantasies about. That was it.

She was thinking this all over again, as she sat in the room that had been given to her, slowly brushing her hair. Brows lightly knit together, she remained silent up until her two pets - that she’d begged Loki to help her bring here in the ‘strange space elevator’ as she thought of it - tried to get her attention.

A black and white cat that had belonged to her sister, and a black and white dog, which was actually hers. The dog, a border collie named Carole, was laying on the bed beside Emily and nudging her with her nose. The cat, Billy by name, was rubbing up against her feet. They knew that something was bothering her, but not yet what.

“I just.. I don’t understand it,” Emily muttered to herself. She had been told that she herself even had powers of a sort - but even after seeing them explode when she got upset, she didn’t believe it. It was just.. too much.

A slow sigh escaped her, as she got up and went to get dressed. Carole and Billy contented themselves with playing with each other, while Emily fought to get on the dress that had been left for her. In her opinion, of magic were real, she would use it to make her life easier. Not to mention, she’d use it to heal her sister.

While fixing her dress - which was still too big - Emily thought for a little while longer. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hair, so she left it down. Asgardian clothes were complicated enough, hairstyles.. well; they were beyond her.

Once she was ready to leave her room, Emily picked up her skirt a bit - as her dress was also too long for her - and opened the doors to her room. Stepping out, she began to look for Loki. He was who she spent most of her time with, even if they could never quite agree on her thoughts about magic.

She was just rounding another corner, when she ended up looking down for a moment, her dress having gotten caught on something. It was right when she looked down, that she bumped right into someone. Almost immediately, she felt she knew who it was.

“O-oh.. I’m sorry, Loki..” she said, biting at her lower lip. “I, um.. I was looking for you. You said that you had something to show me today..?” She asked, meanwhile hoping that her face was not as pink from embarrassment as she thought that it probably was.