#godliest

[mystere-a]

❛  i’m  pretending  you  don’t  exist .  ❜   ———   ( @godliest​​ )   still accepting !

❝ —  ALL I’M ASKING FOR  is just a little bit of proof that you’re a god, because if thor  —  he’s your brother, right?  —  if he’s actually just faking all of that, then you know, more power to him, i’m doing the same thing  —  but if he’s doing it  SUCCESSFULLY  while tricking everyone into believing it, including the avengers, then i gotta know what he’s doing to be so convincing, because it means maybe i could join a hero team, not as myself of course, but as my fake hero persona, and THEN —— ❞

there’s no indication that he’ll stop talking anytime soon, or that he’s even stopped to BREATHE yet.

[ujima]

“after the stories i've heard, i think i was a little in awe of you.”

@godliest

it was difficult to accept such a compliment from a trickster. there was a play here — some game still in motion — veiled in flattery. his gaze slid toward loki: sharp, observant, and reserved.

clinical in the way bast might look upon her brother, anansi, when discerning whether his riddles were worth more than cow manure.

    ❝ awe, ❞ bast's champion repeated, like a word lifted from a language he didn’t trust. ❝ from you, loki of jotunheim, that is either a rare compliment... or a prelude to something less generous. ❞

he stepped forward, each motion composed—far from stiff, as it still retained regal fluency. his hands folded behind him in a gesture that was more ritualistic than his habit, whilst his shoulders relaxed in the way of figures who did not need to announce their power. the line of his jaw did not flex, unreadable, caved out of the same patience that helped his people build his country into what it is today.

he had time.

    ❝ tell me. what is it that you truly seek here? ❞

t'challa wasn’t challenging the mischievous deity — not yet. but it was clear he wasn’t accepting reverence blindly either. he’d earned too much to be flattered by unimaginative illusions.

[chantres]

@godliest said “ i heard you needed aid. ” ━━━━━ prompt.

it is nearly at the same time that loki gives speech to their intrusion that a goblet comes hurtling towards his head, only just missing it's mark due to the small lean that saves them from a rather pronounced headache.

amora lashes out before she realizes who trespasses against her. her eyes are daggers that are thrown towards the doorway, all green but for their black streaks, ready to draw blood ... until she recognizes her uninvited guest. with a huff, amora exhales between pursed lips to float the blonde tendril of hair away from her eyes but fails miserably as it tickles the slope of her nose once more. the enchantress pouts over her defeat, a far more dangerous expression than the last one that is trained towards him.

" you tread boldly, my loki. "

there is a quality to amora that is ephemeral in it's beauty - such is her gift and her burden. only they get to see her like this, less than pristine, sitting on the ground with her hair wild and cheeks flushed from frustration. she sits with only one layer of many removed for him, but an eternity is a long time to undress someone of their armour - loki doesn't seem to think of it as dreadful work. amora lamely lifts one of the book covers that litter the floor around her as if to explain the source of her ire, stopping short of apologizing for how she greeted him moments before.

lifting slightly, amora settles into a kneeling position, knowing exactly what she does when she flits her gaze through her lashes and sparks mischief behind her eyes. it is a clever deflection, perhaps, but it strikes dull against one as brilliant as them - loki can hardly blame her for trying.

" are you here to distract me then ? i certainly wouldn't deny myself help in that regard. "

[chantres]

@godliest said “ i tried talking to him , he won't listen . ” ━━━━━ prompt.

loki pulls her from some faraway place with their hushed resignation and something in it tugs at the unknown beneath her chest.  amora dips her chin at the warm sensation like she has been stung,  hoping to find the offender that burrowed beneath the cage of her ribs and so brazenly danced ‘pon her heart  -  she only finds loki,  head dipped into the deep valley between her flush thighs where a book of half-hearted interest had once sat.

they both ideally mind and reach for the softness at their fingers  ;  loki seeks amora’s skirts while amora’s fingers twine and rub loki’s crown of dark curls.  there is a sudden stillness as she realizes where her thoughts venture when ideal and a pang of fear chills her heart,  or at least it’s infant cousin.  it is in loki’s presence that she loses sense  -  without sense and control she is lost,  a victim to the gravity that BUILDS between them and forces two objects to collide.

there is a violence in her that wants nothing more than this,  to collapse and devour and see who remains.

“  if there is one thing i can say for your brother  …   it is that he never subverts expectations.  “

amora’s fingertip trails across loki’s brow in an effort to smooth it but she only succeeds in finding another fancy,  using the soft pad of her finger to iron the furrow lines across his forehead.  the enchantress despises loki’s family through proxy and patient  -  odin for his fear,  thor for his pride,  and frigga for her peace.  they hold dear to their virtues without care,  not knowing or caring to know the ache and agony it brings to a son that could usurp them all if he wished it so.

amora wishes it for his calamity as much as she does his calm and forsakes the fact that he will never know both.

“  but  -  “  the goddess continues with a sigh,  a breathy and beautiful exhale that uncovers her struggle.  “  -  despite what i think of thor,  i am sure that he loves you  …  in his own way.  he is slow to reason but it does tend to find him eventually.  give him time to settle,  my trickster.  i’m sure sif is pleading to reason with him just as you and i are now.  “

mischief settles behind her emerald gaze as amora leans forward so that she is staring down into loki’s eyes.  “  i’m sure she can get quite creative.  “

she settles back with a wink and continues to play midst loki’s hair,  musing when she wished she could be mindless  -  would she ever learn to smother the feeling he stirred within her ?

[mightethorg]

@godliest​​ :  “ it was … a kind of marriage ,  being so close . “   / yeahhhh let him talk abt amora for once :’)     prompts / open.

amora  the  enchantress .. mighty thor was well aware with the deity, more than once had her own run throughs  with the green enchantress. while it was not at all surprising to understand that loki had been involved, more so tangled with her, hearing how such things as relationships worth among the gods had interested jane  foster,  mortal.  “ you seem plagued  by  these  memories. on midgard, marriage was rare to find with someone meaningful to spend life with. “ having someone to grow old with, to watch you die. as morbid as it may sound, isn’t that what everyone wanted ? to escape loneliness ?

“ with that being said, it’s probably not taken as sacred as you describe things with her. “ maybe jane foster once entertained a lingering thought on marriage but it always ended the same way.  not without fear. it was worthless to daydream now, since her sole responsibility is the lightening. “ so what story do you have ? a trickster and enchantress, sounds endearing. “

[worthystill]

loki asked for a starter from teen!thor so they can cause chaos. 

❝   dare   i   ask   what   the   stakes   are   this   time   ,   dear   brother   ??      ❞   tis   a   tradition   it   seems   for   the   pair   of   siblings   to   wager   of   the   simplest   of   measures   all   because   they   have   deemed   themselves   bored   .      as   princes   they   tend   to   be   a   bit   spoiled   and   not   much   entertains   the   thunderer   more   than   the   mischief   he   can   find   with   his   @godliest​   .      ❝      i   will   not   be   a   part   of   it   this   time   if   the   answer   is   turning   me   into   another   form   of   creature   .   i   refuse   and   you   will   be   on   your   own   .   ❞   thor   says   swiftly   as   he   runs   fingers   through   his   long   ,   unruly   locks   of   hair   .   whatever   the   stakes   be   ,   they   both   know   that   thor   cannot   reject   a   challenge   of   any   kind   .   

[worthystill]

the   question   loki   asks   is   one   that   the   god   of   thunder   never   fully   expected   from   his   sibling   .      surely   they’ve   had   their   ups   and   down   .   trials   and   tribulations   .   still   ,   after   all   this   time   ,   thor   does   not   know   at   what   point   had   loki   deemed   him   the   ENEMY   but   hope   was   still   there   that   they   could   find   their   way   back   to   one   another   .   to   be   brothers   again   .   it   is   all   that   he   could   ever   want   .   

perhaps   they   had   both   lost   their   way   and   thor   will   not   put   all   the   blame   on   his   brother   since   he   had   been   the   one   that   hadn’t   paid   enough   care   to   @godliest​  .   the   crown   had   been   the   only   focus   in   his   mind   in   their   past   ,   enough   that   had   him   become   a   BRASH   and   ARROGANT   prince   .   foolish   ,   he   was   back   then   .   

❝      no   matter   what   has   conspired   between   us   ,   brother   ,      i   have   always   been   honest   with   you   and   there   are   no   secrets   between   us   .      and   i   could   never   hate   you   despite   trying   many   ,   many   times   .   ❞

“ just be honest with me. do you hate me? “ :’) sacred moments. 

[worthfulsa]

“   are   you   supposed   to   be   back   here?   ”    eyebrow   raises,   arms   cross   over   her   chest.   @godliest​​   didn’t   look   like   any   of   the   hired   help   her   mother   so   meticulously   handpicked.    “   you   don’t   look   like   one   of   the   help.   ”