The Loki Way

I am burdened with glorious purpose. (RP-blog for Loki Laufeyson, 18+, NSFW) 

[thelokiway]

Glorious Burden

[bambamwolf87]

I'm glad he went by his own choice instead of against his will, as these depict

[thelokiway]

It was still his choice. And now he's living with the burden. That's the true tragic of his choice.

[thelokiway]

Death looks at Loki and doesn't take him...

[thelokiway]

Glorious Burden

[thelokiway]

Loki's glorious purpose

[thelokiway]

Loki's glorious purpose

[thelokiway]

The God of Stories

Dawn, Day and Dusk

[subloki]

People will look at this man and they’ll see him and they’ll say “yes this man is a dom” while this man is ACTIVELY pouting like a brat.

[thelokiway]

Rules

This is a Loki Laufeyson selective rp blog. 

Please be over 18 when you interact with me. I love playing nsfw stuff. It’s helpful to me. And yes, I mean naughty stuff but also just as much violent stuff. I started rping when I was a young teenager. By now I’m over 30. 

Shoot me a message. Let’s try things out. 

Who is the Loki? 

This one here is a variant who fell deeply in love with Sylvie and couldn’t help but support her in destroying the sacred timeline. Unfortunately (luckily) he was stopped by a man who called himself the Doctor. Not the strange kind, though. The Doctor took Sylvie from him and imprisoned her out of Loki’s reach. So he is currently looking for her. On the way he meets many other variants of himself as well as many different people from throughout the multiverse. 

[tomhiddleston-loki]

#forscience

[lokitvsource]

#so sad, but oh so pretty

[thelokiway]

Rules

This is a Loki Laufeyson selective rp blog. 

Please be over 18 when you interact with me. I love playing nsfw stuff. It’s helpful to me. And yes, I mean naughty stuff but also just as much violent stuff. I started rping when I was a young teenager. By now I’m over 30. 

Shoot me a message. Let’s try things out. 

Who is the Loki? 

This one here is a variant who fell deeply in love with Sylvie and couldn’t help but support her in destroying the sacred timeline. Unfortunately (luckily) he was stopped by a man who called himself the Doctor. Not the strange kind, though. The Doctor took Sylvie from him and imprisoned her out of Loki’s reach. So he is currently looking for her. On the way he meets many other variants of himself as well as many different people from throughout the multiverse. 

[lxdylxki]

President Loki my love <3

I'd definitely vote for him💚

[thelokiway]

(Far away from) Home

The One Who Remains’ golden eyes overlooked the great hall of the TVA. Not the time keepers, not even fake ones.  “Look man, calm down. I know all this is crazy.” Mobius’ voice behind Loki didn’t do anything to actually calm him down. In fact, it only fueled his panic and his definite wish to run. Now. As far away as possible. 

Loki turned back around, unable to wipe shock and confusion from his face. There was no time to explain, no time to get to know this version of his friend. A friend who didn’t even know his face. What did that mean? That here there wasn’t even a Loki that looked like him? That here... there wasn’t even a Loki? 

Loki felt the tension in his body rise, flight or fight? In the distance he saw three TVA soldiers approach them. Flight!  The Asgardian turned around and ran. He ran all the way back through the library, through the entrance hall that was filled with people who looked at least as confused and scared as he was. He ran back through the corridors until he reached the room where he had arrived in. The one Sylvie had sent him to. 

Sylvie...  Panting Loki looked around for a tempad. Well, there wasn’t one lying around here. And why should it? Why did he come back here anyway? She wouldn’t help him. That much was clear now. She never trusted him. But that wasn’t the worst: She also didn’t trust herself. In all her anger and pain she didn’t trust her tears and she didn’t trust her own need for company and friendship. She had pushed him away. Literally and figuratively. Was she ok? Was she alive?

“No!” Loki brushed his fingers through his hair and forced himself to stop running in circles. “Stop!” He told himself the exact same thing he had just told her. “Stop. Breathe. Get out. Escape.” It helped. Giving himself orders did indeed help. Maybe because he was the only person he would ever accept orders from. He had to get his hands on a tempad. That much was clear. With it he could go wherever he wanted to… In a newly forming multiverse that he didn’t even know how to navigate. The TVA’s technology was made to navigate one timeline. Not billions. “Breathe…” If there were billions of timelines and each with an equally large number of possible versions of those particular timelines, oh no, there was no way whatsoever that he could find his own again. His Earth. His Mobius. His Sylvie. His… Sylvie. “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t. No. Just get out. Go…” But where to? Infinite possibilities. And for once that was not a figure of speech. The sheer size of this new multiverse made even a god tremble in awe.

And so Loki ran. He ran to one of the supply rooms where the agency kept weapons and tempads. There, waiting just around the corner he overpowered an older male soldier and stole his tempad. Again he ran. This time while trying to figure out where to go. WHEN to go.

“There he is! Freeze!” Mobius. And a handful of agents, one with that dreaded collar in his hand. Oh no… absolutely not. Loki’s fingers flew over the controls of the tempad. He typed in the first coordinates he could think of and could just hear Mobius’ frustrated cry when he disappeared through the white portal.

“Breathe…” Now he could. And he did. Loki stood on the shore of the great city in the center of Asgard and looked out over the ocean. There was Heimdall’s Hall where he guarded the rainbow bridge. Yes. It was right there. It was beautiful, actually. Behind him the towers of the city climbed into the sky as if no one and nothing could ever harm them, proud confidence. Unshakable hubris. This Asgard was in its bloom. The Asgardians here seemed to live in peace, more concerned with the harmony of the nine realms than with their own survival.

Loki blinked into the sun and thought of all the people he had known here. Loved here. Betrayed here. Odin, of course. Much hated King of Asgard. Thor who with his friends the Avengers had just handed Loki a royal asswhooping. His mother who had always loved him just the way he was. Of course Loki had no idea whether these people even existed here, or whether they felt about him just like the ones he remembered.  It didn’t matter. Not right now.  Because he DID remember what the Asgardian sun felt like. He DID remember the smell of the ocean mixed with a myrad of exotic plants. He DID remember the sheer MIGHT of this place. 

He was home.  

[thelokiway]

Even when he was pushed into the wall, Loki couldn’t stop grinning. It was a silly little prank but a prank nevertheless and it made him feel every bit the god of mischief. Had been a while to be honest.  “Well, yes. I assume it’s perfect. Since I can’t see it, you know...” He chuckled and then began to follow the Grandmaster.  He assumed that the man had taken the other Loki to his quarters. There had always been... an appetite... about the Grandmaster that had unsettled Loki.  “Come on. And stop tugging, dammit.”  Sure, putting on a different disguise would have been so much easier but this right now, it did make more sense.  So they made their way to the Grandmaster’s chambers and arrived just in time to see a bright rectangle appear out of nowhere. The door to the TVA. A few agents stepped out if it. This was their chance.  “See... your Loki. Not his fault. He would have come... he would have... if he had the chance. I want you to know that. I want you to SEE that. Now... that door over there. That’s where we’ll go.” 

Just a few meters away the TVA agents collared the other Loki who barely dared to move out of fear of getting electrocuted again. 

“He’s not even fighting...”  Loki shook his head but then headed to the door. 

[thelokiway]

(Far away from) Home

The One Who Remains’ golden eyes overlooked the great hall of the TVA. Not the time keepers, not even fake ones.  “Look man, calm down. I know all this is crazy.” Mobius’ voice behind Loki didn’t do anything to actually calm him down. In fact, it only fueled his panic and his definite wish to run. Now. As far away as possible. 

Loki turned back around, unable to wipe shock and confusion from his face. There was no time to explain, no time to get to know this version of his friend. A friend who didn’t even know his face. What did that mean? That here there wasn’t even a Loki that looked like him? That here... there wasn’t even a Loki? 

Loki felt the tension in his body rise, flight or fight? In the distance he saw three TVA soldiers approach them. Flight!  The Asgardian turned around and ran. He ran all the way back through the library, through the entrance hall that was filled with people who looked at least as confused and scared as he was. He ran back through the corridors until he reached the room where he had arrived in. The one Sylvie had sent him to. 

Sylvie...  Panting Loki looked around for a tempad. Well, there wasn’t one lying around here. And why should it? Why did he come back here anyway? She wouldn’t help him. That much was clear now. She never trusted him. But that wasn’t the worst: She also didn’t trust herself. In all her anger and pain she didn’t trust her tears and she didn’t trust her own need for company and friendship. She had pushed him away. Literally and figuratively. Was she ok? Was she alive?

“No!” Loki brushed his fingers through his hair and forced himself to stop running in circles. “Stop!” He told himself the exact same thing he had just told her. “Stop. Breathe. Get out. Escape.” It helped. Giving himself orders did indeed help. Maybe because he was the only person he would ever accept orders from. He had to get his hands on a tempad. That much was clear. With it he could go wherever he wanted to… In a newly forming multiverse that he didn’t even know how to navigate. The TVA’s technology was made to navigate one timeline. Not billions. “Breathe…” If there were billions of timelines and each with an equally large number of possible versions of those particular timelines, oh no, there was no way whatsoever that he could find his own again. His Earth. His Mobius. His Sylvie. His… Sylvie. “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t. No. Just get out. Go…” But where to? Infinite possibilities. And for once that was not a figure of speech. The sheer size of this new multiverse made even a god tremble in awe.

And so Loki ran. He ran to one of the supply rooms where the agency kept weapons and tempads. There, waiting just around the corner he overpowered an older male soldier and stole his tempad. Again he ran. This time while trying to figure out where to go. WHEN to go.

“There he is! Freeze!” Mobius. And a handful of agents, one with that dreaded collar in his hand. Oh no… absolutely not. Loki’s fingers flew over the controls of the tempad. He typed in the first coordinates he could think of and could just hear Mobius’ frustrated cry when he disappeared through the white portal.

“Breathe…” Now he could. And he did. Loki stood on the shore of the great city in the center of Asgard and looked out over the ocean. There was Heimdall’s Hall where he guarded the rainbow bridge. Yes. It was right there. It was beautiful, actually. Behind him the towers of the city climbed into the sky as if no one and nothing could ever harm them, proud confidence. Unshakable hubris. This Asgard was in its bloom. The Asgardians here seemed to live in peace, more concerned with the harmony of the nine realms than with their own survival.

Loki blinked into the sun and thought of all the people he had known here. Loved here. Betrayed here. Odin, of course. Much hated King of Asgard. Thor who with his friends the Avengers had just handed Loki a royal asswhooping. His mother who had always loved him just the way he was. Of course Loki had no idea whether these people even existed here, or whether they felt about him just like the ones he remembered.  It didn’t matter. Not right now.  Because he DID remember what the Asgardian sun felt like. He DID remember the smell of the ocean mixed with a myrad of exotic plants. He DID remember the sheer MIGHT of this place. 

He was home.  

[thelokiway]

Oh good, good. Thor gave him something to focus on. Something to figure out.  “It’s not... invisibility. It’s a bit more complex than that.”  He rolled his eyes. Ah yes, feeling superior, no matter for how long, that certainly helped. A lot. It helped get a grip on his emotions, helped ground him. “But yes, yes I can make us... invisible. To everyone. Including each other so you must stay close. In fact... here...”  He pulled his old tie from his pants and tied one hand around his wrist.  “Don’t look at me like that. Do it.”  Without waiting any further he indeed made them “invisible” just to mess with Thor. 

[thelokiway]

(Far away from) Home

The One Who Remains’ golden eyes overlooked the great hall of the TVA. Not the time keepers, not even fake ones.  “Look man, calm down. I know all this is crazy.” Mobius’ voice behind Loki didn’t do anything to actually calm him down. In fact, it only fueled his panic and his definite wish to run. Now. As far away as possible. 

Loki turned back around, unable to wipe shock and confusion from his face. There was no time to explain, no time to get to know this version of his friend. A friend who didn’t even know his face. What did that mean? That here there wasn’t even a Loki that looked like him? That here... there wasn’t even a Loki? 

Loki felt the tension in his body rise, flight or fight? In the distance he saw three TVA soldiers approach them. Flight!  The Asgardian turned around and ran. He ran all the way back through the library, through the entrance hall that was filled with people who looked at least as confused and scared as he was. He ran back through the corridors until he reached the room where he had arrived in. The one Sylvie had sent him to. 

Sylvie...  Panting Loki looked around for a tempad. Well, there wasn’t one lying around here. And why should it? Why did he come back here anyway? She wouldn’t help him. That much was clear now. She never trusted him. But that wasn’t the worst: She also didn’t trust herself. In all her anger and pain she didn’t trust her tears and she didn’t trust her own need for company and friendship. She had pushed him away. Literally and figuratively. Was she ok? Was she alive?

“No!” Loki brushed his fingers through his hair and forced himself to stop running in circles. “Stop!” He told himself the exact same thing he had just told her. “Stop. Breathe. Get out. Escape.” It helped. Giving himself orders did indeed help. Maybe because he was the only person he would ever accept orders from. He had to get his hands on a tempad. That much was clear. With it he could go wherever he wanted to… In a newly forming multiverse that he didn’t even know how to navigate. The TVA’s technology was made to navigate one timeline. Not billions. “Breathe…” If there were billions of timelines and each with an equally large number of possible versions of those particular timelines, oh no, there was no way whatsoever that he could find his own again. His Earth. His Mobius. His Sylvie. His… Sylvie. “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t. No. Just get out. Go…” But where to? Infinite possibilities. And for once that was not a figure of speech. The sheer size of this new multiverse made even a god tremble in awe.

And so Loki ran. He ran to one of the supply rooms where the agency kept weapons and tempads. There, waiting just around the corner he overpowered an older male soldier and stole his tempad. Again he ran. This time while trying to figure out where to go. WHEN to go.

“There he is! Freeze!” Mobius. And a handful of agents, one with that dreaded collar in his hand. Oh no… absolutely not. Loki’s fingers flew over the controls of the tempad. He typed in the first coordinates he could think of and could just hear Mobius’ frustrated cry when he disappeared through the white portal.

“Breathe…” Now he could. And he did. Loki stood on the shore of the great city in the center of Asgard and looked out over the ocean. There was Heimdall’s Hall where he guarded the rainbow bridge. Yes. It was right there. It was beautiful, actually. Behind him the towers of the city climbed into the sky as if no one and nothing could ever harm them, proud confidence. Unshakable hubris. This Asgard was in its bloom. The Asgardians here seemed to live in peace, more concerned with the harmony of the nine realms than with their own survival.

Loki blinked into the sun and thought of all the people he had known here. Loved here. Betrayed here. Odin, of course. Much hated King of Asgard. Thor who with his friends the Avengers had just handed Loki a royal asswhooping. His mother who had always loved him just the way he was. Of course Loki had no idea whether these people even existed here, or whether they felt about him just like the ones he remembered.  It didn’t matter. Not right now.  Because he DID remember what the Asgardian sun felt like. He DID remember the smell of the ocean mixed with a myrad of exotic plants. He DID remember the sheer MIGHT of this place. 

He was home.  

[thelokiway]

Loki tensed under Thor’s touch. He didn’t like to be held back. Not now, not ever. He glared back at him but then closed his eyes, closed them tightly. Because no, he was not fine. Not at all. He was angry, mad... and most of all, he was scared. He didn’t WANT to return to the TVA. He didn’t WANT to fix this, whatever this was and whatever fixing it meant.  His breathing became a bit shallower as he listened to his other self babble away, offering the Grandmaster the world and then some. Poor miserable creature. Always alone. Never loved. Not truly, not really. Mother had loved him but she was no more. So there was only... Loki gasped for air... the woman he had to kill if he truly wanted to restore the sacred timeline. And he would be alone again.  The turmoil in his heart and mind caused his magic to waver and break so they true form became visible again. They were hidden for now but he had to compose himself, quickly.  “A moment. Just... give me... a moment.” 

[thelokiway]

(Far away from) Home

The One Who Remains’ golden eyes overlooked the great hall of the TVA. Not the time keepers, not even fake ones.  “Look man, calm down. I know all this is crazy.” Mobius’ voice behind Loki didn’t do anything to actually calm him down. In fact, it only fueled his panic and his definite wish to run. Now. As far away as possible. 

Loki turned back around, unable to wipe shock and confusion from his face. There was no time to explain, no time to get to know this version of his friend. A friend who didn’t even know his face. What did that mean? That here there wasn’t even a Loki that looked like him? That here... there wasn’t even a Loki? 

Loki felt the tension in his body rise, flight or fight? In the distance he saw three TVA soldiers approach them. Flight!  The Asgardian turned around and ran. He ran all the way back through the library, through the entrance hall that was filled with people who looked at least as confused and scared as he was. He ran back through the corridors until he reached the room where he had arrived in. The one Sylvie had sent him to. 

Sylvie...  Panting Loki looked around for a tempad. Well, there wasn’t one lying around here. And why should it? Why did he come back here anyway? She wouldn’t help him. That much was clear now. She never trusted him. But that wasn’t the worst: She also didn’t trust herself. In all her anger and pain she didn’t trust her tears and she didn’t trust her own need for company and friendship. She had pushed him away. Literally and figuratively. Was she ok? Was she alive?

“No!” Loki brushed his fingers through his hair and forced himself to stop running in circles. “Stop!” He told himself the exact same thing he had just told her. “Stop. Breathe. Get out. Escape.” It helped. Giving himself orders did indeed help. Maybe because he was the only person he would ever accept orders from. He had to get his hands on a tempad. That much was clear. With it he could go wherever he wanted to… In a newly forming multiverse that he didn’t even know how to navigate. The TVA’s technology was made to navigate one timeline. Not billions. “Breathe…” If there were billions of timelines and each with an equally large number of possible versions of those particular timelines, oh no, there was no way whatsoever that he could find his own again. His Earth. His Mobius. His Sylvie. His… Sylvie. “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t. No. Just get out. Go…” But where to? Infinite possibilities. And for once that was not a figure of speech. The sheer size of this new multiverse made even a god tremble in awe.

And so Loki ran. He ran to one of the supply rooms where the agency kept weapons and tempads. There, waiting just around the corner he overpowered an older male soldier and stole his tempad. Again he ran. This time while trying to figure out where to go. WHEN to go.

“There he is! Freeze!” Mobius. And a handful of agents, one with that dreaded collar in his hand. Oh no… absolutely not. Loki’s fingers flew over the controls of the tempad. He typed in the first coordinates he could think of and could just hear Mobius’ frustrated cry when he disappeared through the white portal.

“Breathe…” Now he could. And he did. Loki stood on the shore of the great city in the center of Asgard and looked out over the ocean. There was Heimdall’s Hall where he guarded the rainbow bridge. Yes. It was right there. It was beautiful, actually. Behind him the towers of the city climbed into the sky as if no one and nothing could ever harm them, proud confidence. Unshakable hubris. This Asgard was in its bloom. The Asgardians here seemed to live in peace, more concerned with the harmony of the nine realms than with their own survival.

Loki blinked into the sun and thought of all the people he had known here. Loved here. Betrayed here. Odin, of course. Much hated King of Asgard. Thor who with his friends the Avengers had just handed Loki a royal asswhooping. His mother who had always loved him just the way he was. Of course Loki had no idea whether these people even existed here, or whether they felt about him just like the ones he remembered.  It didn’t matter. Not right now.  Because he DID remember what the Asgardian sun felt like. He DID remember the smell of the ocean mixed with a myrad of exotic plants. He DID remember the sheer MIGHT of this place. 

He was home.  

[thelokiway]

Had it really been that long? Bloody hours? Hours in which they watched this other Loki twitch in agony. Loki could barely watch it. After all… he hadn’t EXACTLY experienced it. Sure, he had seen it on the screen in the TVA and he could somehow feel a whisper of the pain, like a memory that wasn’t quite his own. But he couldn’t exactly tell Thor that. No, Thor had to believe that he escaped right before he died. And not in fact so much earlier, after the battle of New York.

The Grandmaster approached the man on the ground slowly and tilted his head. “Your – ah – friends stole my ship.” Loki, still unable to bring his body under control just stared at him.

“Wait… No, this is wrong.” Loki in disguise found himself clench a fist. The Grandmaster? It was the Grandmaster’s fault? “It wasn’t he who found me.”

“It’s not very polite of you to, you know… you could at least answer me. After I took you in and all that.” The Grandmaster made a dismissive gesture but then his gaze fell on the device on the ground. He picked it up and pressed the button that released the Asgardian. “Ah! Finally!” Loki jumped to his feet. “And they’re not my friends. In fact, I tried to turn them in and they attacked me.” He smiled his most open and disarming smile. “Now, if I could borrow one of your ships I could find them…” His body stiffened yet again and he crashed to the floor. “Hm… this is – ah - useful.” The Grandmaster smirked.

The other Loki clenched his fists so tightly they began to shake under the effort. “Bastard!” he pressed out in a hiss. “I should give him a taste of his own bloody medicine!”

“Come along now, Loki-dear. I have so many plans for you.” The Grandmaster released him again and Loki stood up slowly. “But – ah – if you reach for that little device right there, on your back, I’m afraid I have to kill you. And that would be awfully boring.”

“Not if I kill him first,” hissed the other Asgardian, ready to pounce. Seeing himself hurt, vulnerable and helpless like that, it was indeed the very worst. It was… a glimpse into who he knew he was inside, when all the magic and all the masks he wore were taken away. And it HURT.

[thelokiway]

(Far away from) Home

The One Who Remains’ golden eyes overlooked the great hall of the TVA. Not the time keepers, not even fake ones.  “Look man, calm down. I know all this is crazy.” Mobius’ voice behind Loki didn’t do anything to actually calm him down. In fact, it only fueled his panic and his definite wish to run. Now. As far away as possible. 

Loki turned back around, unable to wipe shock and confusion from his face. There was no time to explain, no time to get to know this version of his friend. A friend who didn’t even know his face. What did that mean? That here there wasn’t even a Loki that looked like him? That here... there wasn’t even a Loki? 

Loki felt the tension in his body rise, flight or fight? In the distance he saw three TVA soldiers approach them. Flight!  The Asgardian turned around and ran. He ran all the way back through the library, through the entrance hall that was filled with people who looked at least as confused and scared as he was. He ran back through the corridors until he reached the room where he had arrived in. The one Sylvie had sent him to. 

Sylvie...  Panting Loki looked around for a tempad. Well, there wasn’t one lying around here. And why should it? Why did he come back here anyway? She wouldn’t help him. That much was clear now. She never trusted him. But that wasn’t the worst: She also didn’t trust herself. In all her anger and pain she didn’t trust her tears and she didn’t trust her own need for company and friendship. She had pushed him away. Literally and figuratively. Was she ok? Was she alive?

“No!” Loki brushed his fingers through his hair and forced himself to stop running in circles. “Stop!” He told himself the exact same thing he had just told her. “Stop. Breathe. Get out. Escape.” It helped. Giving himself orders did indeed help. Maybe because he was the only person he would ever accept orders from. He had to get his hands on a tempad. That much was clear. With it he could go wherever he wanted to… In a newly forming multiverse that he didn’t even know how to navigate. The TVA’s technology was made to navigate one timeline. Not billions. “Breathe…” If there were billions of timelines and each with an equally large number of possible versions of those particular timelines, oh no, there was no way whatsoever that he could find his own again. His Earth. His Mobius. His Sylvie. His… Sylvie. “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t. No. Just get out. Go…” But where to? Infinite possibilities. And for once that was not a figure of speech. The sheer size of this new multiverse made even a god tremble in awe.

And so Loki ran. He ran to one of the supply rooms where the agency kept weapons and tempads. There, waiting just around the corner he overpowered an older male soldier and stole his tempad. Again he ran. This time while trying to figure out where to go. WHEN to go.

“There he is! Freeze!” Mobius. And a handful of agents, one with that dreaded collar in his hand. Oh no… absolutely not. Loki’s fingers flew over the controls of the tempad. He typed in the first coordinates he could think of and could just hear Mobius’ frustrated cry when he disappeared through the white portal.

“Breathe…” Now he could. And he did. Loki stood on the shore of the great city in the center of Asgard and looked out over the ocean. There was Heimdall’s Hall where he guarded the rainbow bridge. Yes. It was right there. It was beautiful, actually. Behind him the towers of the city climbed into the sky as if no one and nothing could ever harm them, proud confidence. Unshakable hubris. This Asgard was in its bloom. The Asgardians here seemed to live in peace, more concerned with the harmony of the nine realms than with their own survival.

Loki blinked into the sun and thought of all the people he had known here. Loved here. Betrayed here. Odin, of course. Much hated King of Asgard. Thor who with his friends the Avengers had just handed Loki a royal asswhooping. His mother who had always loved him just the way he was. Of course Loki had no idea whether these people even existed here, or whether they felt about him just like the ones he remembered.  It didn’t matter. Not right now.  Because he DID remember what the Asgardian sun felt like. He DID remember the smell of the ocean mixed with a myrad of exotic plants. He DID remember the sheer MIGHT of this place. 

He was home.  

[thelokiway]

Loki wasn’t particularly fond of this way of traveling. In fact, it irritated him greatly that right now he was so terribly dependent on Thor. And he particularly didn’t like to be held like a child unable to walk. Being reminded of his brother’s superior powers and strength like that, it didn’t sit well with him at all. 

Only moments after they landed and before Thor could release him, Loki conjured a disguise and made them appear like two Sakaari merchants. Soldiers didn’t seem to be that good of an idea, considering there were Asgardians on the lose who shot everything that even remotely looked like a threat. And wouldn’t that be ridiculous? 

He saw the whole scene play out before his eyes: Loki, betraying his brother and alerting the guards. Thor, activating the device that forced the younger god to the ground, twitching in unspeakable pain.  “I never really understood why you waited until AFTER I called the guards? Is it just... your sadistic streak? A desire to punish me just like father did?”  He glanced at Thor.  “Do you hear that? ‘You will always be the god of mischief but you could be so much more’ Such nonsense.” Oh... he was losing it a bit here but right now, he couldn’t help it. “As if you could ever be more than the god of thunder. It’s who we were born to be and destinies don’t change. Ever.”  He turned away from the twitching form on the ground and felt his own muscles clench as they remembered the pain.