#the loki dictionary

[ontowanderlust]

Because., conj.

/bēˈkəz/

“Why did you talk to him?”

Because, surprisingly, he was nice to have a conversation with.

“Why did you befriend him?”

Because he is interesting, and I’ve always wanted to be his friend.

“Why do you always take his side?”

Because I know he had his reasons why he did it.

“Why did you defend him from them?”

Because they’re wrong.

“Why do you like him?”

Because he’s not fake unlike some people.

“Why can’t you just leave him alone? He hurt you!”

Because no one should be left alone.

“Why don’t you just give up and find another one to fall in love with?”

Because I don’t want anyone else.

“Why him?”

Because he’s Loki... and I love him.

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[aliaisreal]

The Loki Dictionary [Masterlist]

Loki Laufeyson., n.

Prince of Asgard., Rightful ruler of Jötunheim., Master Magician., Sorcerer., Trickster., Silvertongue., Agent of Chaos., god of mischief., god of lies

But there’s so much more to him than what meets the eye, isn’t there?

A

Abandon

Admiration

Alive

Anchor

Appreciation

B

Balance

Because

Birthright

Bored

Bullshit

C

Cat

Catalyst

Claddagh

Compromised

Concern

D

E

F

G

H

I

J

K

L

M

N

O

P

Q

R

S

T

U

V

W

X

Y

Z

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[ontowanderlust]

Birthright., n.

/ ˈbərth-ˌrīt /

“Why say it?”

I look up from my fingers only to see him watching me curiously, not even bothered about my outburst earlier.

“Well, for one thing...I cannot stand any longer how they speak of you and your fate as if you are some sort of...caged creature! Like a criminal of some sort!” My rage had yet to subside and poor Loki, getting the burnt end of my temper.

He looked at me, amused by my reaction. “Little one, I am a criminal.”

I sneered. “Your actions weren’t your own. You were mind controlled. They have laws stating that those of weren’t in control of their minds are given some sort of parole or something.” Waving my hands as if I was trying to prove a point. “No reason to condemn you like... a criminal.”

He threw me an undecipherable look- one of which I have seen on him multiple times and yet, I couldn’t tell what it was.

“It is my birthright, little one.”

Frowning, I turned to him. “What, getting locked up? Dying?” I guessed to which he averted his gaze from me. “No one deserves such fate, not when you are trying to atone such wrongs.”

I studied his features before continuing. “No one deserves such fate, especially not you, Loki of Asgard.”

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[ontowanderlust]

Claddagh., n.

/ klad-uh /

“Something on your mind, darling?”

I was snapped out of my reverie only to meet Loki’s questioning gaze as he cocked his eyebrow at me.

I tilted my head. “What makes you think something’s bothering me?”

Wordlessly, he glanced at my hands which showed I was fidgeting with my ring.

Shaking my head, I asked him, “Have I ever told you that this ring has different meanings on the way a person wears it?”

“Oh?” He asked as he sat beside me and pried the hand with my ring to inspect it. “Please do tell,”

I smiled. “This ring is popular in Ireland and mostly worn by the Irish.”

“But you’re not an Irish,”

“Are you sure about that?” I asked him, slyly. “Anyway, if the ring is placed here,” I gestured for my left hand. “And the point of the heart is towards my wrist, this means I’m married. If the heart is pointing at my fingertips, it means I’m engaged.” I explained it to him as he stared at the way the ring was placed on my finger.

I didn’t delve into explaining further as he silently slid the ring out of my finger and turned it the other way as he slid it back on. He didn’t stop there as he took my hand and kissed the finger where my ring was.

“There you are, Reindeer games,” Tony quickly hauled him up, winked at me before telling me they have somewhere place to be.

Loki smiled at me before disappearing with Tony, the last thing I heard were protests coming from the genius.

Looking back at my ring, I couldn’t help but smile as I went back to thinking what I was supposed to be doing again.

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[ontowanderlust]

Bullshit., n. slang; vulgar

/ ˈbu̇l-ˌshit /

“What can you offer me?” He asked me the moment I had gathered my courage to approach him.

I raised any eyebrow at him. “Offer?”

He shook his head as he appraised me. “Do you have riches? Fame? Influence? Brains, perhaps? No?” He fired at once when he saw my clueless expression. “Then what shall I benefit from your companionship?”

My eyebrows were furrowed as I silently studied him. “A friend,” I whispered.

“Friend?” he scoffed. “And what makes you think that a god- much less a prince- needs a friend like you? A lowly mortal who neither has riches nor fame nor anything to benefit from. What makes you think you deserve my companionship?”

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes. I should tremble in fear. After all, the Avengers left for a mission (thanks a lot, guys. Leave a mortal to Loki-sit, will ya?) and this is the first time I’ve encountered the infamous god who destroyed New York.

I should fear him but why does it feel like there’s more to this guy than his massive god complex?

Why do I suddenly have the urge to whack him in the head like I did to those who weren’t telling the truth?

“I...”

His words sting, like a lot but why am I compelled to stand my ground?

“Leave, you’ve no use to me.”

I should have taken the out he gave me. I should have just left him alone since he’s all douche-y and he might stab me. (Thor did warn me about his stabby nature, again, thanks a lot!) 

A heartbeat had passed. (and yes, I will regret this when this is over)

“That’s bullshit,”

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[ontowanderlust]

Appreciation., n.

/əˌprēSHēˈāSH(ə)n/

“What, pray tell, are you doing?”

I turned around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. I tried shoving the thing behind my back subtly but he was having none of it.

“Nothing!” I exclaimed, praying to whatever deity there is for him to be repulsed of the kitchen turned war zone and leave me to my expense.

His eyebrow was raised as he crossed the threshold (Is there even any deity to pray to?!), forcing me to reveal what I was hiding.

“What in Valhalla...”

I rolled my eyes as he stared at the misshapen lump that was supposed to be a cake- (well, chocolate cake but even I couldn’t tell what this thing is). “Yes, yes.... I know I’m not good at baking- will you stop poking the lump?” I scolded him as I smacked his fingers away.

“Why bother making such...monstrosity when you know you’d be ridiculed for it? Is this even food?” He asked as he stared at me, curiosity evident in his eyes as he tried enough not to poke fun at me when he saw the tears forming from the side of my eyes and so I averted my gaze, anything but to look at him.

“‘Twas meant to welcome you to the tower,” I mumbled, trying hard not to fidget under his scrutinizing gaze. “No one wanted to do it so...well, you’re a part of the team now, so why shouldn’t you be welcomed?”

He was silent. If the situation hadn’t been embarrassing enough for me, I would’ve rejoiced that I had done the impossible but rather than being joyous, I felt my face heating up as I reached for the lump to dump it into the garbage chute when I felt the load being freed from my grasp.

I turned around, gobsmacked at him. “Loki!”

He cleared his throat as he placed the monstrosity away from my reach (damn these gods and their freakishly tall genes) “Now, dearie, there’s no need for such dire actions,” he said as I could see the faintest of...was that a blush? AND a small smile?

Have I died?

“I’m sure I can think of ways as of the use of this...erm, lump?” he turned around, waving his free hand. “Do clean this place, darling. I would be upset when Thor’s friends accuse me something which I haven’t done.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. (Should I just give up trying to understand this guy?) The one time I tried to do a good deed and this is what happens.

“Oh,” I faced the doorway to see his head peeking in. “Next time, please do not attempt such if you lack experience with it, hmm? It retains a little bit of your dignity. Andalsothankyouforwelcomingmeandfortheeffortofbakingacakeitmeansalot.” The last words were rushed as he vanished from my sight. Nonetheless, a huge smile crept on my face.

You’re welcome.

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[ontowanderlust]

Concern., v.

/ kənˈsərn/

For someone snobby such as him, I wondered how he managed not to sneer seeing me buried through a sea of used tissues, eyes all red and watery, nose that rivalled Rudolph’s red nose, and a voice that probably sounded just like those batty old hags.

I wondered how he managed my presence knowing I’m not the best company at the moment. I wondered how the most impatient god managed to coax me to drink my medicine and how he stayed even after I fell asleep on him.

When asked, he would simply reply, “Silly mortal, I’m only concerned for your wellbeing, that is all.”

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[ontowanderlust]

Abandon., v.

/əˈbandən/

His glare intensified as if he wanted nothing more than to disintegrate me right there and then. (Joke’s on him, I’ve gotten used to his killer glare, mblergh) We weren’t in our state of mind, what are we even trying to prove?

At some point, the silence between us had became too deafening, too much for me and so I stood up, only for him to grasp my hand, (curse him and his fast reflexes) and turned me to face him. 

His eyes were furious- his expression had never wavered during the night but his grip was firm, and for a moment, I had thought he had gone too deep with his rage but there it was- a glint.

No. Not a glint- a window.

Pride, be damned. (It never really mattered to me anyway... well, not all the time and not this time when he needed me) I reached up and pulled him closer to me- his hold ever so tightening.

Do not worry, my prince... I’m not like them.

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