Imagine you, Tony Stark, Colonel Rhodes, Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson get into a game of Kings Cup. Partway through, Loki comes in and asks what you’re doing, when he sees how drunk you are. You and the rest of the players teach him how to play by finishing their game and inviting him into the circle.
Loki handles his alcohol well, but four drinks in you are completely smashed. The game ends and Loki scoops you into his arms, carries you to the bed, pours you a water with a hangover pill and cuddles with you until you fall asleep.
You wake the next morning with a massive headache, and when Loki leaves to get you some water, you noticed he stayed up all night learning all of the card's functions and rules of the game, to the point where he knows the rules better than any of the rest of you do.
I've been following your Instagram for a few months but I'm still fairly unclear on some characters. I love Malo, Dob (my religion) and Umbrae, but I don't know much about Timor. Can you and a couple alters tell me a bit about his history? Anything about him that's significant?
Well, Timor was the first Alter ever created. As soon as the Earth was made, fear has existed. Timor and Malo were very close even in the other reality. Malo even considered him a friend, a partner, his confidant.
After the great exodus (Kumalos banishing the Alters) it took eons till Malo was able to come back to our reality, and the first Alter he brought back was Timor. Later Malo brought back Umbrae.
When Malo found out that Timor had helped out Umbrae in betraying and trying to surpass him, Malo was furious to say the least. Feeling betrayed, he then banished both Timor and Umbrae to the other reality and then developed a hatred for Timor, a nasty grudge.
Now, Timor still wished to gain the friendship he had with Malo, but it will never happen again. That is why Timor even bothers going along with Umbrae in the first place, he just wants to speak with Malo once again.
Imagine you’re a bastard daughter of a king of a far off realm, the product of his drunken loneliness at battle. His guilt of cheating on his wife drove him to send you to live on Midgard, but due to the fact that his other children (and his wife) adore you, you’re often invited to visit.
The time comes for Thor and Loki to find their brides and they come to your home realm to invite your sister, who is only a couple months younger than you, to come to the castle with other princesses from other realms to help them decide. One of the younger of your siblings blurts out and asks if you are coming as well. Odin finds out from a very guilty sounding king that you are his bastard daughter, and Frigga invites you as well, much to your dismay.
You know almost nothing about the court life, and living at the castle is difficult. However, you seem to be the only woman there that doesn’t repulse Loki with constant attention, and the two of you spend hours in the library talking about the two different worlds you come from. Soon he is falling in love, and when the time comes for the princes to choose their brides, he immediately chooses you and confesses his undying love to you.
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine going to the library and finding a book dedicated to the God of Mischief. You accidentally get locked into the library overnight having been so caught up in the book. While reading the book, you come across a passage that catches your attention.
You read the passage aloud, unaware that it is actually a spell. Once you finish reading, a green and black mist beings to swirl and suddenly, standing before you is Loki in all his glory.
RATING: Teen (Swearing)
NOTES/WARNINGS: I know next to nothing about Norse mythology, so information the character reads in the book is purely based on my knowledge of the MCU Loki. Apologies if anyone is offended by this!
Shivers run down my back as I shuffle into the library, shaking the rain off of my body. A crack of thunder outside causes me to jump slightly and I pull my soaked jacket off, hanging it by the door on a coat rack. As I pass through the second set of doors, a couple familiar faces of volunteers and staff smile at me from their places by the shelves. I trek up the stairs to the second floor and a smile crosses my face when I see I’m the only one up here. I hum to myself quietly as I head towards the shelves, browsing titles.
After a few minutes of skimming my eyes over the titles, I come to the conclusion that I’m not in the mood for fantasy novels and look up at the labels defining which books belong in that respective section. A moment passes before my eyes draw towards Mythology. It’s been a while since I last read from this section, so I decide on it and walk over to it. As I skim titles, I grab a few that look interesting; one on Achilles, another on a variety of Roman gods, and my hand waivers over another title when I see the book next to it. It looks old, and dusty, as if it hasn’t been touched in years. I run my fingers along the black spine, carefully pulling it out.
I take in a deep breath and blow away the dust. The picture on the front seems to be a Nordic rune of some kind, and is inset with golden details wearing away with the time. The title isn’t on the front, so I open it and flip to the first page with words. The material feels a lot like parchment, taking me by surprise. When I find the title, I read it aloud.
“The God Of Mischief. Huh.” I say aloud. Short and concise. I don’t have to read the next page to know this book must be about Loki, judging by the symbol on the front, as well as the Norse writing above the title, which I assume is the title in its native tongue. I stand still for a long moment, studying the symbol on the front, before scooping up my other two books and carrying the three of them to my favorite bean bag chair at the back by the window.
Once I’m sitting and comfortable, I pull open the book on Achilles. I read the first chapter, barely comprehending the words, before I sigh and set it aside. The allure of the book on Loki is too much to bear. Unable to resist my temptation any longer, I scoop it up and crack it open carefully. I read about a boy growing into a man alongside his brother Thor. Enthralled by tales of valiant wars against rebels, Jotuns, trolls, and so many more mythical beings, I inevitably forget about the world around me.
Until I hear the clock tower outside chime. It jolts me out of my daze, the visualization of a battle by storm fading from my sight. I stand and stretch, figuring I’ve been here for a while, and start down the stairs with The God Of Mischief tucked under one arm. Once I get to the bottom of the stairs, confusion strikes me. There’s literally no one else here. I cautiously poke my head over the counter, looking for signs of life, and find nothing. The monitors on the computers are even off. It takes me longer than I’d care to admit for me to put two and two together and my heart sinks. I dash for the door, dropping the book as I do so, and tug on the handle. It won’t budge.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!” I stammer, pulling on the handle a few more times before sinking to the floor, defeated. I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing 911, but before I can hit call the screen blackens. My phone is dead. “Well, at least this can’t get any-” Before I can finish my sentence, The lights go out. the storm outside must be getting worse. The emergency lights come on and I groan, rubbing my temple. “Never say that again, Hazel. Never, EVER say that again.” I hiss to myself.
Once my heart rate has normalized and I’ve thought things out (the clock on the wall says it’s midnight, and the staff show up to get ready to open at 9, meaning I’ve only got nine hours here) I see the book laying on the floor, pages facing the ceiling. Immediately feeling guilty for mistreating such an old book, I scramble to pick it up and see the page it’s landed on. The letters are tinted with a green shimmer, as if they’re moving. Confused, I stand and study the page under the direct light of the emergency lights. It’s faded slightly, and difficult to read.
“The God Of Mischief, the…the horned god of…of black and green…” I say slowly, piecing together the words. “The one…the one of two…Odin…Odinson, Laufeyson…I…I summon thee, Loki of Jo…Jotunheim…Loki of, uh…Asgard, I summon thee.” I nod, satisfied with my botched translation, before through the dim emergency lights I see something.
Confused, I lean closer to inspect. It’s a smoke of some kind, but its not like normal smoke. It seems to hold tints of gold and green and black. Rubbing my eyes in hopes that I’m just tired and seeing things, I see that it’s getting bigger, and more powerful. It blows my red hair over my shoulder and I squint at the wind it’s putting out. After a moment, it seems to take form. Its…humanoid.
“You dare summon me?” The smoke clears and I see a man before me. He’s tall, has long black hair, and piercing green eyes. My heart leaps into my throat. What have I done?
“What the hell…?” I stammer to myself, hastily opening the book and flying through the pages to the passage I just read aloud. My stomach drops. The Spell Of Summoning The God Of Mischief. “Oh…my god, that was a spell!?” I exclaim, stepping back in surprise. “I just-I just read a spell?! And it worked?! I gasp, looking up at the man before me, looking furious. “You’re real?!”
“A mere mortal girl, thinking she can just summon me whenever she pleases?” He steps forward, towards me, and I scramble back until my back hits the wall.
“I-I-I’m so sorry, uh, my lord!” I stammer, trying to calm his anger by using what I deem to be an appropriate term. “I, uh…I didn’t know that was a spell, it was just so faded and I found it easier to read aloud and I-” I’m cut off when his hand suddenly finds my neck and squeezes. I gasp for air that isn’t coming, and he lifts me off the ground. I kick my legs frantically, grasping at the hand around my neck.
“This spell is not one to be taken lightly, girl.” My vision begins spotting as I scramble for breath. “You claim this was an accident. How did you gain access to such a powerful text?” When I say nothing, simply continue struggling for air, he drops me to the ground and I collapse, gasping in air. Sweet, sweet air. “Answer me!”
“I-It was just on the shelf!” I stammer, coughing my words. I point over at the books here on the first level, hoping he understands we’re in a library. “I-I just wanted to read s-some mythology books, I-I didn’t-”
“Silence.” I value being able to breathe, so I quiet myself and simply focus on bringing my heart rate back down. I don’t realize how close Loki is until he takes my chin between his finger and thumb and jerks it up to look at him. My eyes widen with fear. “You could not have read this text without some level of magical power.” Confusion flashes in my eyes, and he seems to notice it. “You did not know?”
“N-no…” I say quietly, biting my lip a bit. What does he mean? I’m human. I can’t have any power.”I-I’m only human, how can I…” I trail off when I notice his intense gaze. “Uh…”
“Yes, that is a curious question.” He lets go of my chin only to grab my shirt, yanking me into a standing position, the sudden movement making me yelp in surprise. “Tell me your name.” He grabs my wrist and turns it so the inside of my forearm faces him.
“Hazel…” I say quietly as he runs his hand down my forearm. His skin is surprisingly soft. “W-what are you-”
“You do have magic in you.” Panic strikes me when I see a slight shimmer on my skin, tracing my veins. It’s…red.
“W-whoa, what the fuck!” I gasp, tearing away from Loki and scrambling a few feet away. I stare in shock at my arm as the red shimmer slowly fades. Before I can process what’s happened, Loki grabs me again and I yelp.
“Don’t you dare resist me again.” He hisses, his lips right next to my ear. A shiver runs down my spine and I meekly nod. “Well, it is clear to me that you are not what you think you are. In fact, it is unclear to even myself where your power comes from.” I hold back a whimper. He stays quiet for a moment as he releases my wrist and I hug myself slightly. “You will come to Asgard with me so that I may study this further.”
“Uh, what?” I say, confused, as he picks the book up. “Do I get a say in this? I mean, I have a job, I have pets, I can’t just up and-”
“Silence.” He reaches out and I gasp as he yanks me against his chest, arm latched tightly around my waist. Just before I can protest again, he holds his hand out into the air and a green mist covers us. I can’t help but whimper slightly as the mist surrounds us. Before I can even process what’s happening, the mist fades.
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being the daughter/son of the palace tailor and blushing every time you have to take Loki’s measurements, much to Loki’s amusement.
RATING: T
NOTES/WARNINGS: Hey all! I know it’s been a long time since I posted my one shot titled Measurements, but I was politely asked to write a second part! Sorry it’s so late!
The biggest fear I had for tonight was getting past my father. But as night approaches, he leaves to run some errands. Despite this load off my shoulders, my hands still shake.
I spent the rest of the day polishing the two brother’s armour, taking extra care with Loki’s golden helmet. It glistens brighter than it ever has when I’m finished with it.
When I deem it time to leave again, I decide to bring his helmet with me to give it to him, along with his armour wrapped int a small package. I find myself wondering what I should wear, and decide to just remove my apron and wear the light blue dress underneath. I keep my measuring tape around the back of my shoulders, however, having it completely left my mind.
After sliding my sandals on, I put some silk gloves on, in order to prevent scuffing on the armour. I keep his helmet on top of the parcel in my hands and head out to the gardens, forcing my hands to still.
When I look around I realize it’s been quite a while since I came to the garden. Many of the flowers bloom and glow at night, illuminating the area. I see a bench nearby, but no one sits at it. However, I see a book laying on the seat, and instantly know Loki was here.
I carefully shift the armour onto the bench and straighten, pausing to study the helmet. I wipe away a small print on the surface with my gloves, studying it once more before turning around and nearly touching Loki’s chest with my nose.
My breath catches in my throat and I take a step backward, immediately bowing my head. He chuckles, obviously sensing how tense my muscles are. His hands are behind his back, his chest forward, standing tall.
“Good evening, my prince. I finished polishing your armour for you.” I speak before raising my head and see him looking at the helmet, an eyebrow raised. He crouches beside it, studying it. “I-is something wrong?”
“I must say, I don’t believe it’s ever shone so much.” He looks up at me without moving his body and his eyes stay on me and he straightens. “It seems we’ve each brought something for the other.” My lips part in slight surprise and he takes his hands away from his back. In his hand is a book, fairly small, small enough to fit in the pocket of my apron. “It’s for drawing. I stopped by your workspace and noticed you enjoy drawing.” Despite my pride my cheeks flush red.
“T-thank you, my prince…” I take it carefully and he pushes the armour over a bit, making space for a seat. He sits and pats the space beside him, giving me permission to sit with him. When I sit, he picks up his helmet and looks it over. I finger the pages of the sketchbook a bit and suddenly feel a weight on my head. I look up in surprise, temporarily blinded by the front of his helmet covering my eyes. He laughs, a genuine laugh, at how small my head is compared to his helmet. I tilt it back a bit on one side so one of my eyes peeks out of the golden metal.
“Perhaps helmets aren’t for you.” He touches my chin to hold me still as he removes the helmet from my head and I flatten down my hair. “Perhaps..” His fingers trace a circle around the crown of my head and the gesture of a tiara is unmistakable. “Hmm…yes, that would suit you quite nicely.” I bite my lip a bit and his eyes travel to my hands. I follow his eyes and he takes my hands, carefully removing the silk gloves. He sees the many pinpricks from the needles and scratches from buffing metal, but doesn’t say a word. Instead, he looks up suddenly, and looks behind me. “Oh my, whatever is that?” Alarm sets in and I whirl my head around to look behind me. When I see nothing, I turn my body to fully look.
“My prince I-” I gasp when he quickly grabs the measuring tape from my shoulders, wraps it around my waist and suddenly uses it to pull my back into his chest. He has his legs on either side of the bench, so I’m completely pressed up against him. A shiver races up my spine as he ever so slightly tucks his nose and mouth into my neck, and I feel him inhale slowly through his nose, moving from the base of my neck to my jawline. He tightens the measuring tape a bit, pulling my hips closer, as he nips my ear and I can’t help but let out a soft sound. He chuckles at this, which makes my blush rage even more.
“Indeed, this is quite a handy tool…” He whispers as he gives the tape a quick tug to gesture to it. My breath is shaky and he falls silent for a moment before chuckling. “Hmm…your legs are shaking…I wonder why…” Suddenly he pulls the tape up around my neck, not tight enough to hurt me, and whispers seductively in my ear. “Could it be you want me to tie you up with this measuring tape and fuck you until you can’t stand?” He hisses, lust dripping from his words. I can’t say yes or no, and instead respond with a mere whimper. He chuckles softly.
Imagine waking up to the smell of breakfast as Loki has brought you breakfast in bed. Suspicious, you ask what he did, as he never makes breakfast in bed. He replies with nothing, he just wanted to make you breakfast.
Imagine coming downstairs to see he’s been practicing with his knives and the furniture is in shreds.
