Imagine playing a game of Monopoly with Loki. The look of amusement and pure joy on his face when you start yelling at him because he has all the best property and you’ve been stuck in jail for 30 minutes. Imagine the look on his face when he wins.

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Imagine playing a game of Monopoly with Loki. The look of amusement and pure joy on his face when you start yelling at him because he has all the best property and you’ve been stuck in jail for 30 minutes. Imagine the look on his face when he wins.
Fate Is a Fickle Thing | @deityofdeception
Loki was wandering the halls again, his nose in a book. He gave little thought to the storm, and was in much brighter spirits. The last few days had been curious, to say the least, but Loki had his theories on where these strange happenings were coming from. He rounded a corner, and went through a door, pulling the door shut behind him. He’d found that some of the healing rooms made for good practice rooms. When he turned from the door, though, he almost dropped his book. The sight of his massive friend huddled and quivering was strange, and he cocked his head, approaching with a quiet, “Aeron?”
[ ♢ ] ~ His eyes were closed, shut tight, as he concentrated on his breathing. Though it was difficult to ignore the booming of the thunder, especially when it seemed to nearly be overhead. The rain had yet to even start and it sounded like hell was about to break loose. The irony of a literal demon being frightened of such. Old fears never truly died it seemed.
The next thunder strike overtook the sound of the door from Loki's arrival. But he heard the small voice calling him just after. His wings shifted so Aeron could see through an opening, surprised to find his "little friend" of sorts.
"Loki of Asgard." The corner of his lips curled up into a lopsided smile. He moved so that he was now sitting, wings more around his legs than his entire self. This was a somewhat pleasant surprise. Glad to see him, continuing his studies by the looks of it, but Aeron wasn’t supposed to be caught anywhere, especially huddled in fear like this.
“What are you doing here? Doesn’t seem like a place for a kid like you to be.”
Hold This
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“Loki this is your scepter?” He looked at him confused
Valhalla Knows
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“Loki!”
Sif stormed through the ship, her blue eyes darting about the halls, looking for any sign or shape of the god. Unfortunately, he was adept at hiding when he needed to; even when they were children, playing hide-and-seek, he had always been difficult to find. Oh, but he would have to come out sooner or later, and unlike when they were children, Sif was not about to give up.
And he was in for quite the scolding when she finally did get her hands on him.
She should have known, though. Once Thor had stated that he wished to catch her up on all the happenings since her leave of Asgard, Loki had mentioned something about needing to slip away for a moment. He even promised to see her later; perhaps, they may also catch up, and she could tell him of her travels.
Oh, but he didn’t mean that. She realized that now.
“Loki!” she tried again as she neared the room that Thor had stated would be his brother’s.
He had some nerve. Pretending to die, making her mourn him while he watched on as Odin, and then sending her away from her home! If she had been there, things might have been different. Hela would not have been able to do all the damage she had, and Asgard may still exist. At the very least, less people would have died.
But no. He had sent her away. Why? Valhalla knows.
“Loki! I know you must be in there!” she shouted, pounding on his door. “Open up and face me.”
When somebody asks if you’re a witch, Jayden...(Closed)
The day had passed just like any other with the only exception being that midterms were about to start. Patrons came, got their fix of coffee, and left. Jayden was thankful that her friend had taken her dog for the week as the flow of people would have had Prue wound up. By the time closing rolled around the sun was setting and Jayden was humming along with the radio that was playing.
Deft hands danced across forgotten dishes and cups, picking them up to rest on a serving tray. A cloth wiping down the stained surface of the tables, pushing chairs back where they belonged. She bounced around a bit when the music changed. It was nights like these that Jayden enjoyed the most. There wasn’t much to do, no one around to bother her, no friends coming to her with things. She had plans to just lounge in her pajamas and eat some take out she ordered the previous day.
That was until she heard a voice. A voice that was not new, but she couldn’t place it. It wasn’t Beth’s landlord, that much she could tell. The words were tied together in an order that didn’t make much sense. Who used the word halt anymore? It was loud enough that she could hear it clearly over the volume of her radio. Jayden wished to any God or Goddess that was listening to her for somebody, anybody, she’d even take the landlord at that moment, just so she wasn’t alone. Fear turned her blood to ice as she spun around to throw her hands up and buy her time to get to safety.
Black first spotted in her vision before her eyes glazed over as she slipped into the warm arms of unconsciousness. Her form crumpled to the floor in a heap resembling the mountain of towels she had to wash. Maybe the voice was nothing more than a figment of her imagination? She would wake up with Prue licking her face and realized the entire day had been nothing more than a dream.
Thank you!
So… I was looking through my tag and that made me realize that there are quite a few people that I am still currently roleplaying with who have been with me and this blog since the beginning. I just wanted to say thank you to those people! @torixallen @boundinmybones @bxdapcst @mightofasgardian Thanks for putting up with my long absences, slow replies, and overall laziness. Thank you for sharing your writing with me. Just... Thank you. I consider all of you my friends and I would honestly be devastated if I came back one day to find you guys had disappeared. I send you all of my love. There are also some of you that have been following me since the beginning, you're a little harder to keep track of so I can't tag you necessarily. I hope you guys know who you are, and I want you to know that is has not gone unnoticed. Thank you! I would love to get to know you better. If you'd like to do and have just been shy, please, know that I welcome any and all requests. My blog may not be the fanciest Loki blog, or the most popular on tumblr, but gods do I love my followers. Thank you, again. Much Love, Loki-Mun
Out of Deception
Sleep time! Not that I've been crazy active. I started at my drafts... Which is a start. Right? Sorry. I'll try to get Something out soon. Much Love, Loki-Mun
The Power of Retention: Luka Meets Loki
“I’ll get better. I’ll learn your powers so well that you reconsider murdering me after I give them back. I’ll be worthy of them… and you. You’ll see.”
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