#lokkur

[vlkyris-blog]

                    WHERE  THOR  HAS  ALWAYS  BEEN  AN  OBNOXIOUSLY  LOUD  PRESENCE,   his  so - called  brother  has  always seemed  his  opposite.     slender,   elegant,   sneaky,   well - spoken   –––––   yet  just  as  much  of  a  tremendous  thorn  in  the  side.     even  now,   within  the  lines  of  new  asgard,   crisp  ocean  air  tossing  long  dark  hair  over  her  shoulder,   she  finds  only  IRRITATION  awaiting  her  as  she  breaks  off  mid - sentence  to  catch  him  gawking.     she’d  expected  more  of  a  congratulations  or  even  a  snide  comment  for  his  new  K I N G,   but  of  course  he  still  manages  to  surprise  her.     “  WHAT  are  you  staring  at  ?  ”

@lokkur     /     surprise  starter     !

[hastofight]

@lokkur​

        𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄       extensive than she’d thought. the hideout seemed to go on endlessly like some bottomless pit, but in the end, light shone even in the darkest of corners. diana reached the central area where most of the prisoners and weapons were being kept. it surprised her still, after decades of studying mankind, to see how much deeper the rabbit hole of their darkness could go. uncovering hydra, diana had learned that evil was limitless.

after destroying hydra’s equipment, diana encountered a containment cell that held a single individual in captivity. there was something off about him that diana couldn’t place, like a gut feeling that told her she shouldn’t free the man inside. there had to be a reason why hydra had kept this particular prisoner in some kind of magical field not meant to imprison mere humans. she wasn’t even sure if this was a man. her fingers drifted over the buttons that would free him, pressing one that connected her voice to the intercom.  ❛    i’ve taken over this base. tell me who you are,   ❜   she inquired, getting straight to the point.

[thotvinsky-blog]

❝   @lokkur   ;   continued

“ man, is that what this is ? an interrogation ? shiiit ----- i thought we were on a DATE. ” kavinsky slouches down in his chair, with his legs spread & a wide grin as though he’s in control. maybe he is. “ tesseract ? you mean your nightlight ? ” honestly, kavinsky doesn't know what it is, but if it’s important then he may as well make himself as irritating as possible. “ how are you gonna make me, babe ? ”

[dxviilish]

★ @lokkur

“last night was last night. try not to hold on to the past, dear.” it is quite an experience, taking a god to bed. there’s no being careful, no holding back. lucifer is intrigued by the endless possibilities. he watches as the other moves, the view is even better in the morning light. one hand behind his head, fully spread out on the bed, lucifer simply smirks in response. “are you going to make me?”

[sk8deaths-blog]

❂   @lokkur   ;   starter call

“ so are you going to comic-con, or what ? you look SICK ! ”

[chodladh]

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SEND ▲ TO PULL MY MUSE INTO YOUR MUSE’S LAP / SEND ▼ FOR MY MUSE TO SIT IN YOUR MUSE’S LAP OF THEIR OWN ACCORD.

he moves so fast that aurora barely sees it: first she’s standing beside him, half-attentive to his presence; next, his arm is around her waist, pulling her down onto his lap. other hand catches her knee, swivelling aurora round ‘til she’s side-saddle in his lap. 

“ excuse you, ” aurora says, breathless from the shock of it. “ is this how gentlemen – princes – behave ? who taught you MANNERS, loki ? ” she smiles, but loki’s expression is unusually stoic. it must be part of some new joke, likely at aurora’s expense — she expects to the the butt of the joke; she’s easy to TEASE — as is the strangely intense glint in his eyes.

“ wow. i never noticed … how pretty your eyes are. ” it’s no secret aurora’s always liked blue eyes, pale as FORGET-ME-NOTS. she lifts a hand to cup his jaw — but changes her mind, resting her her hands in her lap.

[dxviilish]

“Don’t be so vain.”

with a chuckle, lucifer leans back in his seat. “darling, do you realize who you’re talking to? the devil? king of hell? if anything, i’m not being vain enough.” 

[whtwidcw]

Life’s not a spectator sport God Gargoyle of Asgard Starter continued from ask @lokkur

 Manhattan. The rooftop of the Waldorf. Icy chips hardly spare him a second glance, a click of stiletto boots, dropping a bag. Were it not for a small tell of a smile, he probably wouldn’t have known she even heard him as she knelt down and set up her sniper, setting up shop beside him. 

“Follow you? You’d like that wouldn’t you, flattery and deceit are after all your darlings, as they say.” There’s a point in the click of her silencer over the barrel. “I didn’t follow you up here I’m working.” 

Giving side eye as she takes aim through the scope, she laughs. 

“You think me a little swallow?” Two shots into the crowd below, a man’ brains spattering. His secret service detail runs forward. People scream and run, trampling one another. She admires it all. “....but I’m afraid I bear no wings. I have no beak but pincers and claws and appendages, fangs and venom when I smile. I might be as grotesque as you, gargoyle.”

Gloved hands abandon her weapon and take off running, one parting glance back. “If you’re determined to stay and truly become a part of the architecture I will not fault you. But homeland will be along any minute for me and here... I will be not, Do svidaniya ” she bids, but then imparts. “---- or you could come with me. Fall into my web. It could be fun. If you entertain me I promise I won’t eat you.”

She salutes, vaulting and repelling over down the side of the building. “Up to you. Come or don’t. But keep up if you are.”