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{ Loki and Lady, because why the hell not. }

Name:Eileifr Lokason (male) and Auðr Lokadottir (female)

Gender: Male and female (twins obvs)

General Appearance: Both have slender athletic builds, red hair (though it is darker than their mothers), green eyes, Eileifr is taller of the two. 

Personality: Eileifr is the more carefree of the two, whereas his sister is more serious and prone to seclude herself to her studies. Both have a quick temper if they feel they or their family are being threatened or disrespected.  

Special Talents: Strong magical abilities due to their parents, and a degree of control over the elements. 

Who they like better: Lady (Eileifr) Loki (Auðr) 

Who they take after more:  Lady (Eileifr) Loki (Auðr) 

Personal Head canon: Auðr is older of the twins by a few minutes. 

Face Claim:

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The Royal Courts || burdenedglory

Tarquin Blackwood had murdered many and had enjoyed it every single time so his apprehension had not been a surprise. The way it had come, however, was peculiar, he had been put to sleep, almost and when he had awoken there was a harsh hand on his face, slapping him awake, another pair yanking him to stand. He had not been doing anything particularly interesting at the time he was whisked away and he hadn't exactly been prepared for an impromptu trip away either. He was still a little bloody, red on his neck and staining his shirt, still a little tired.

     He'd been bundled into a hall, manacles at his hands and wrists--as if he was going to run, a murderer he may have been but outstandingly brave he was not. He had no idea where he was or who he was dealing with, he went calmly.

     Quinn didn't pay much attention, as far as he knew now he had been offered to the man on the throne--and looking at him it could certainly have been worse--and his crimes were being recited. Then he was being carted off to the man's (King's, he thought) bedchambers.

     If this is what my punishment shall be, he thought as the manacles were removed, somebody certainly doesn't know me very well. He looked to Loki, tongue sliding over his lips, a small smile on them, and he took a step forward. One hand came to the shirt he wore, unbuttoning the second one.

     'Is there anything I can help you with?'

[ofchaosandfire-blog]

“Thirteen is said to bring misfortune yet I wonder how true the superstition is.”

13. sharing a bath/shower 

Fiery gaze locked on the male across from her, why he had taken it upon himself to strip and join her in her bubble back was beyond her, yet the Goddess of Fire found herself not entirely opposed to the company. Perhaps if she were in her right state of mind she'd have complained, threatened or even threw him out. 

In this state however she only smirked, and took a deep sip of wine from her glass. Wine from Asgard it should be noted, perhaps it added to her relaxed demeanor. 

"I don't remember inviting you to my bubble bath, Loki. You're chilling my water." A false complaint made only to poke fun at the very obvious difference between the two at the present moment. 

[sendthemtohel]

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"What do you want?" Hel snapped. She was hardly in the mood for visitors.

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[✧ — emotional or mental scar]

Betrayal by another Loki of the male persuasion has left the goddess very much distrusting of all other's that share her name. It's not so much something that makes her fearful, but a lesson learned that she will never forget. Loki is one you must not trust, no matter the pretty words or gentle caresses. It's not something she talks about openly, or likes to think about more than she needs to. 

[scoundrelfandral]

Green and Gold // Close // burdenedglory

Fandral squirmed in his armour as Thor's coronation ceremony loomed, he was glad for his friend but these events were positively dull! Though the noble ladies all dressed up and excited was a plus but his new armor made it difficult to twist his head around. Ah the difficulties of being friends to the princes of Asgard, Fandral went looking for Loki, Thor was busy polishing is... hammer, Volstagg was eye the buffet, Sif was looking to try a new strangle hold on him and Hogun was, well Hogun. "Loki! Where are you?"