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[ringmasterking]

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DEAR GOD WHY

YOU ASKED FOR IT

YOU SPECIFICALLY ASKED FOR IT

[ringmasterking]

This moblr business is the worst. I can't make my phone copy any of these symbols but those negative headcanons look fun.

[♠] - for an addiction headcanon

Loki’s never really had a full-blown addiction to anything. Not because he doesn’t have an addictive personality (in some ways he very much does), but because nothing’s ever satisfied him. He’s tried everything in the books just to make himself feel--to feel okay, to feel worth something, to feel at all. Drugs and alcohol took too much work and had no level of skill involved to make him feel better about the efforts, murder just wasn’t as satisfying without some semblance of a reason, and so sex became the poison of choice. Sexual escapades felt good, made him feel wanted, gave him some measure of control. They were a poor and frequent replacement for all of the things he was never given. 

[♣] - for a mistake/regret headcanon

“Going to sleep.” 

[♥] - for a (negative) love headcanon

“I seem to have an inability to find partner who knows the word ‘stay’ by the same definition as I.” 

[♦] - for a superstition / back luck headcanon

She-who-must-not-be-named. Don’t mention her, don’t name her. 

[ringmasterking]

It's hard to pick one theme song for Ring because that boy has some serious moods. XD But for his more performative moments Porn Star Dancing works so well.

Ring? Moody? I have no idea what you’re talking about. He’s as stable as they come. 

(But in all seriousness yessss that’s actually on his playlist lol )

[ringmasterking]

All of the headcanons. Because I am actually the worst. :3

Put a symbol (or several) in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon for our muses/character(s). x

☾ - sleep headcanon

The safest, happiest, and most himself Loki ever feels is when he is curled up with his Beloved--not simply together, but skin on skin, limbs and minds and magics twisted together so it’s impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.  

☆ - happy headcanon

When Loki is happiest is when he’s the most dangerous. Not the murdery kind of dangerous, but the tricky kind of dangerous. His happiness is directly related to his mischievousness. 

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

To no one’s surprise, the quickest and most efficient way to piss Loki off is to mess with someone he loves, whether that be hitting on his husband, insulting any member of his family, or--gods forbid--threatening or actually harming any one of them.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Public is not a problem. 

(Unless someone got a little too interested, and then there’ll be murder and sex.)

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

One of Loki’s favorite memories is when Veles corrected his use of ‘my sheets’ to ‘our sheets’. Not even with his first marriage had he thought in such terms, but there was something...sweet, something wanted about that shared ownership that he’s never forgotten. 

♡ - romantic headcanon

Loki still keeps up the tradition of their bath time. It’s much easier now that he doesn’t have to worry about how many hours he’ll be sleeping before he wakes. 

♥ - family headcanon

Ring would rather die than let Odin anywhere near his family, children and chosen siblings alike. But for all that he’d literally burn Asgard with himself inside it if that meant they were all safe from the Allfather, he still thinks about what it would be like to bring his own kids to Asgard--and, more importantly, to meet Frigga. 

☮ - friendship headcanon

As evidenced by pretty much all of Loki’s rage-binges lately, those precious few who become Loki’s friend don’t really stay a friend. He’s all or nothing. If he chooses to care, you’re more family than you are friend. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

It’s no secret that Loki has a habit of being tinkery, especially when he gets into certain moods. After Asgard that tinkery, creative bent found a focus first in the circus, and then in the Z-Pens, and then it settled in creating play spaces for (and with) his kids. 

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Loki doesn’t need the bonds between himself and his husband to be able to tell when Veles is settling into a darker mood. He can see it in the distance of his eyes, in the way Vel carries his shoulders shifts, in the lines of tension that will weave through him, and Loki hates it. It was the part of him that needs to make it better with a vengeance. 

▼ - childhood headcanon

Veles’ presence in his life (before the mess that separated them the first time) made it exponentially more bearable than it would have been without him, but that didn’t make it perfect. Loki is built tall and slim, that much is no secret, but when he was younger--beneath all of that clothing--Loki was a little too skinny. He didn’t eat much, and the stress from his father had a good deal to do with that. 

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

He doesn’t. 

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Loki’s first introduction to cooking came when he went hunting with his family in Asgard, and he learned to clean and cook their kills out in the forest. As they got older Loki would go out with Vel, just the two of them, and Loki would let Vel critique and improve his shooting as long as Vel would let Loki teach him to cook the slow, magic-free way. 

☼ - appearance headcanon

Ring’s appearance is a bit younger than that of most of his twins, which could make him look a bit like a trophy husband at times, especially when Vel’s settled into Jack’s shape. 

ൠ - random headcanon

Loki fully intends to start that habit of tackling Vel into the snow back up again. Soon. 

[ringmasterking]

🌙 (because this car ride needs more Vel apparently)

Sometimes magic lay in the little things. And for the Ringmaster, his life had become so full of such little things that he could only explain them in a single word: miracle. 

It lay in the house, carefully, lovingly designed and built to suit the needs of a family; it lay in the kitchen, whose floors had seen spills and whose table and counters had hosted many a meal or snack; it lay in halls which had heard the laughter of children, felt their footsteps, and seen quick kisses between lovers of all ages; it lay in bedrooms which had heard soft declarations of love and gentle words of comfort. 

It lay in the thick rug on the floor before the fireplace, and in the blankets piled upon it; it lay in the happily crackling fire, and in the stones of the hearth–

And it lay in the simple fact that Asgard’s lost Prince was curled upon the rug with his Dragon. No pain, no curse, no impending sense of an end. Only the peace and warmth and the feeling of perfect safety that came when Loki was near his Beloved.

“Centuries have I been laying before fires with you, and yet I grow no less enamored of it,” Loki murmured, worming his way closer to his husband’s chest as a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

[ringmasterking]

"Have you ever heard of Holi?"

Loki paused, reclined on the floor with his head and shoulders propped up against Koh’s side where the tiger was flopped out on the floor, Ingrid held up above him with her fingers clamped playfully in his mouth. He searched his brain for a fraction of a second before he settled on what Vala must have meant. 

Yes, He replied silently, unwilling to stop playing with his daughter long enough to speak aloud. He munched animatedly on Ingrid’s wriggling fingers, teeth sheathed by his lips as he produced cartoonish sound effects, and his face broke into a brilliant, crinkle-eyed grin as Ingrid laughed once more. 

It’s a beautiful festival. Green eyes slipped over to his wife. Or did you mean something else?

[ringmasterking]

Five times kissed

I.

He was exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally--there was little left in him but the instinct to care for the creature he lifted from the passenger seat of his car and carried into their home. She was bathed, soothed, caressed, the water turning a rusty tint from blood that belonged both to herself and the captors he had torn to pieces; and when they finally, finally laid down to sleep, he buried his face in her hair--unfamiliar, for now--and pressed the softest of kisses to the still-damp strands. 

II. 

The kitchen was in a slight shambles. Shards of teapot filled the sink, there was water and loose tea leaves on the floor and countertop--but she looked so proud of herself, so excited to show him what she’d done...he didn’t fight the warm smile as it softened and brightened his sharp features, and he didn’t fight the urge to lean in and press a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth as he accepted the offered cup of tea. 

III. 

Playful morning affection had taken a slightly...different turn. Not new to this couple, but still new to this host, the tiny flash of want that flickered in amethyst eyes as Loki rolled atop her and settled in the cradle of her thighs sparked a new light in his own; and when he leaned in--slowly, carefully, giving her time to pull away if she chose--the kiss he pressed to her lips wasn’t quite so playful anymore. 

IV. 

Nightmares had ripped them both from sleep--hers, originally, and then it had become his as it leaked across their link. He opened his eyes to find her shaking and he sat up, pulling her into his lap so that he could wrap around her, pet her, hold her close; pulling her into his lap so that he could whisper reassurances against her hair and press sweet kisses to whatever parts of her he could reach.

V. 

The weight of memory, of knowledge now sat in those amethyst eyes. The god he had fallen in love with was well and truly forward, now, and with it had come a renewing of that pain as they’d tried to purge it from their systems. Time had passed, both picking their way forward as best they knew how...but that hollow, burning ache of betrayal was shrinking ever so slowly in his chest. 

He watched for a little while as his Beloved made tea and then he stood, slipping up behind her and running his fingertips down her spine with his right hand as he turned and tipped her head toward his with his left, leaning down to steal a long, languid kiss, nipping once at her lips at the end and then resting his forehead on hers, content to stand that way for a little while. 

[ringmasterking]

OOC Offensive: "Thomas Jefferson is the real MVP!" IC Offensive: "Thank God Jack's dead!"

OOC: honestly you’re gonna find me by way of me singing either “THOMAS JEFFERSON’S COMING HO-O-OOOME” Or any other part of What’d I Miss. =P

IC: Follow the dude very silently leaving.