#turniptitaness

[marzipanandminutiae]

Color combos in late 19th century fashion, yes or no?

Yes

[askaziraphaleandcrowley]

Somebody blew a stop sign and nearly crashed into me this morning, and I didn't even give them the middle finger. Figure out the relative weight of that one, you two softies. 😇😈

Aziraphale: I do hope you’re alright! Thank you for not retaliating, it is good to see some humans not resorting to revenge.

Crowley: Just not swearing at someone isn’t a good deed, but running a stop sign is definitely a bad one.

Aziraphale: Very well, a point to you.

Good - 24 | Evil - 28

[imagine-loki]

I Know Who I Married

TITLE: I Know Who I Married CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot (Sequel to We Bleed the Same)

AUTHOR: turniptitaness ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Can I make a request for a Loki X Reader fic based off of “That Would Be Enough” from Hamilton? RATING: Everyone NOTES/WARNINGS: A reference to a past battle scene/blood. Not graphic.

Oof. I meant to have this sequel out by Christmas. Then I meant to have it out by New Years. What can I say, college is a lot. But a bit of Loki and Sigrunn fluff is good for Valentine’s Day, right? Well, Valentine’s Day if you’re reading this on my Tumblr. Probably even later if you’re reading this from Imagine Loki. Sorry.

Anyways. This takes place one year after the events in my first story, We Bleed the Same. A lot has happened in that time. As you can see, this is based on this song from my great love, Hamilton. I love a good crossover. I love a good crossover so much, in fact, that I shoehorned in another reference to a favorite movie of mine. Shout it out in a reblog if you see it.

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Sigrunn swam slowly up from the depths of sleep, disoriented and wondering what had woken her. She pried her eyes open and yawned, but the room was dark, and the massive bed was warm and deep. For a few more seconds, she curled under the blankets and buried her face in the soft pillow.

Then she realized that something didn’t feel right. Sigrunn stretched out her hand, but Loki wasn’t beside her where he belonged. Sighing grumpily, she pushed herself up on her elbows, her swelling belly making it quite a chore. She squinted toward the door and saw a sliver of light coming under it from the sitting room beyond.

“Honestly,” she muttered, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and groping for her slippers. Pulling on her favorite robe, made of rich velvet the color of a mountain lake, she shuffled toward the door and opened it quietly. Sure enough, there was her husband, hunched over a pile of official-looking papers. He was still wearing his day clothes, a green tunic over black leather trousers. Even after all this time, Sigrunn still had to suppress a little tiger purr every time she saw him in those things. At least he had taken off his metal-trimmed coat and slung it across the back of his chair.

Sigrunn leaned against the doorframe watching him work. Every line of his strong, slender body indicated exhaustion. His dark head was propped on one pale hand, and his spine curved toward the surface of his desk. But his pen still moved steadily across the page, and even in the midst of her exasperation, Sigrunn felt a surge of pride. He was so intelligent, so determined. And he was all hers. She knew how lucky she was, how lucky they both were, to be alive right now after all that had happened in the last two years.

Loki sighed and leaned back in his chair, one hand covering his eyes. Sigrunn moved forward, the thick carpet silencing her footsteps, and put her hands on his shoulders. He flinched, the muscles in his neck tightening as he gasped, and a jolt of his fear ran up Sigrunn’s left arm.

“Shh,” she soothed him, feeling immediately guilty. “It’s just me. I’m sorry.”

Loki relaxed, and Sigrunn bent to kiss his hair. He had been easily startled since his return to Asgard, and although he didn’t often speak of his life while he had been gone, it made Sigrunn’s heart ache to imagine what he must have endured at the hands of that monster, Thanos.

Setting down his pen, Loki put his hand over hers. “No, it’s all right,” he assured her. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

Their wing of the palace was large, keeping them well separated from the other residential rooms, but both of them kept their voices instinctively low. Something about the darkness outside the windows made it seem necessary.

Sigrunn squeezed his shoulders reassuringly in answer to his question and leaned over to get a closer look at the papers spread out on his desk. “What are you doing up so late?” she asked him. “It must be well past midnight by now. We should both be asleep.”

“I know,” Loki sighed. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about all these new policies my brother wants to implement. He has some good ideas, Sigrunn. I’m more impressed than I expected to be by his ability to rule.”

“Jane Foster has been good for him,” Sigrunn observed, and Loki grinned up at her.

“I like her, Sigrunn.”

“So do I. I’m glad he brought her here.”

Loki nodded, then waved his hand expressively over the papers. “But his ideas still need so much polishing, and I…” Whatever he was planning to say was swallowed by a gigantic yawn.

Sigrunn shook him lightly. “Look at you. You’re absolutely exhausted. No one can work around the clock, Loki, not even you. Surely all this can wait until morning.”

“Yes,” he said reluctantly. “Yes, I know, Sigrunn, but… but this is so important. There’s so much depending on it, and I want it to be perfect.” He looked up at her, his eyes clouded with tiredness and worry.

Sigrunn tilted her head. “So much depending on it for Asgard, or for you?”

“For…for Asgard, of course.” Loki hesitated, and then smiled at her wryly. “And for me. You’re right. I know how many people still think Thor was foolish to name me his chief counselor. I want to prove that they can trust me.”

“My dear husband. You led us to Thanos, the greatest threat the nine realms have ever faced. You defeated him yourself.”

Loki pulled her hand down around his chest and kissed it. “We defeated him. Together.”

“With our silly tricks.” Sigrunn smiled at the memory. The battle had been bloody and frightening, but despite all the horror, fighting side by side with Loki had been the best feeling in the world. Together, without needing to speak a word, they had woven a web of deceptive illusions around the battlefield, confusing the Chitauri and allowing them to make their way through the chaos directly to Thanos himself.

“Seriously, Loki, don’t you think that was enough to prove yourself to Asgard? After all that, and everything you and Thor have already accomplished since Odin named him king, who in their right mind could possibly think badly of you?”

As soon as these words left her lips, Sigrunn wished she could take them back. A flash of pain traveled up from Loki and into her heart. Odin still hadn’t fully accepted Loki back into the family, and she knew it was hard on him. Loki lifted his palm helplessly and dropped it back to rest on his thigh. “I have so much to atone for.”

“And you will,” Sigrunn said positively. “But you don’t need to drive yourself into the ground to do it.”

Loki turned in his chair to smile at her, but the corners of his expressive eyes still drooped. “You have so much faith in me.”

“I know you, remember? I know who I married.” Sigrunn smiled back, but she still sensed the unspoken misery buried inside him. He had wanted his father’s acceptance and respect more than anything else for so many years. “Is it truly necessary for…for all of Asgard to accept you?” she asked impulsively. “You have Frigga and Thor, and you have me. Could that be enough?”

Sigrunn stood silent as conflicting emotions flowed through him. After a moment, she added, “You don’t need everyone to love you, Loki. Just a few good people.”

She felt a stirring inside her, followed by a sharp jab to the ribs that took her breath away. “Oof,” she gasped, placing a hand on her low back. “And soon enough you’ll have this child, too.”

Loki stroked her stomach gently with the tips of his fingers and planted a soft kiss on it. Sigrunn’s heart swelled with happiness, but she felt a tiny flutter of apprehension from her husband. “What is it, my darling?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Loki shook his head, his brows creasing. “I’m afraid, Sigrunn. I don’t have the slightest idea how to be a father. How will I know if I’m getting it right?”

Sigrunn moved around and knelt by the side of his chair, holding up her scarred hand. “Oh, Loki,” she said, smiling up into his face. “I’m not afraid. Do you know why?”

Loki pressed his scarred palm against hers, interlacing their fingers, but he didn’t look at her or speak, so Sigrunn asked him another question. “Do you love me?”

“You know I do,” Loki said quickly. “More than anything.”

“And will you love this child?”

Loki looked at her then, his eyes soft. “I already do,” he whispered.

Sigrunn nodded. “That will be enough. All you have to do is love me and love this child with the best that is in you. Everything else comes with time.”

They sat together in silence for a minute longer, and then Sigrunn pulled herself to her feet and smacked his head lightly with the back of her hand. “Now, enough nonsense. Get those ridiculous clothes off yourself and come to bed.”

Without waiting for a response, she began to walk to the bedroom, but she paused in the doorway and threw back over her shoulder, “Or do I need to rip them off you myself?”

Loki grinned and followed her.

[lovefulls]

Thea, if you're still doing the name aes... even if you're not, thanks so much! The ones I've seen are amazing!

they say there is a goddess that sleeps among unearthed ore, with gold fingers and gold lips. her eyelashes are made of gold leaf

[marzipanandminutiae]

What's your favorite album? One that you can listen to from top to bottom without wanting to skip any songs?

I have very, very few that fit the bill; I usually skip at least one song on any given album. This isn't one I listen to often, but by that criteria alone, it would be Pretty. Odd. by Panic! At the Disco.

[imagine-loki]

Imagine that Loki is both amused and confused by your quaint Midgardian slang, and keeps asking you to explain things like what “shipping” is, or what is meant by a “snatched body.” You can’t help laughing as he tries to make sense of your translations.

[skinnyscottishbloke]

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

....This ask is from August 2024. *face palms* I AM ACTUALLY THE WORST I'M SO SORRRRRYYY.

Anyway 5 things I like about myself:

My taste in music - I think it's varied and fun and sometimes unexpected.

My sense of humor

My lack of assuming that people should act and be a certain way just because society might expect them to be that way. I always try to meet people exactly where they are, no preconceptions or judgements.

How encouraging I am to all my friends (and in general). You need a cheerleader, I'm your gal!

How strong I am. Physically. Growing up the oldest child on a farm will train you to just do the work, regardless of gender. I'm kind of a beast lol.

Thanks for sending this lovely friend I'm sorry it was nearly TWO YEARS LATE.

[amyriadfthings]

🎀 list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your moots or followers <3

hi! I´m so sorry, I put this in my drafts and then time... passed. going with the basics, today:

🌊 the ocean

🐕dogs

🌧️​⛈️​rain/storm

✨​fandom

🕰️getting to decide for myself what to do with my time (looking at you, work)