born to be king

AND IF THAT EQUALS ME TO A MONSTERWHOSE FAULT WAS THAT?

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if you look closely you can see that one of chris evans’ eyes blink .375 seconds faster than the other and it’s the funniest fucking thing

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[urulokid]

get it sister marjorie

[garyfuckingking]

[winterbugsy]

more doodles

i will both slap and protect him

[zymbiote-archived4now]

“You live a life without meaning. What would give your life meaning?”

[indiebyrdn7]

DOCTOR STRANGE #385 Cover by MIKE DEL MUNDO LOKI: SORCERER SUPREME PART 5

https://www.newsarama.com/37443-marvel-comics-february-2018-solicitations.html

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-- @the-hostclub-king

If he was to be honest, the place is rather interesting. It was clearly well thought-out. The decoration, the warmth and care on the place, all done by the brains of the man behind this small--and it is small, if he is to compare it to the halls and palace grounds in Asgard--installment.

For a rather fleeting moment, he is impressed by the effort done for a mere host club, a place that he’s going to be working in, mind you, someplace he chose simply because the job description sounds amusing and is bound to let him meet either boring or amusing people. He wonders how a single person can possibly maintain a host club by itself, but Loki is not going to question such things. It is possible that this place doesn’t even get any customers at all, which is a pity, because he doesn’t do boredom well, but he digresses.

Giving a polite smile at the person who is going to be his boss--a blond, of course, it’ll be a blond--Loki allows the other to get a nod of greeting. He is not bowing to a mere mortal such as him, boss or not. “Good afternoon.”

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wnderwomcn:

              A chuckle arises from her lips, it’s very funny on how many people have said that to her. Men will always be men in whatever form they are, human, gods or something else. To say the least, she have grown used to these kind of men ever since she stepped out of her homeland. 

              She knew that he was a god, such sheer power emitted from him could only come from either a kryptonian or a god. But so far, she knew this city hold no kryptonians, after all, the sensation between a god and kryptonian are two different thing and she wouldn’t want to classify them together. 

             “ I’m Diana Prince, it’s nice to meet you. “

            Simple introduction, that’s what the other needed to know about her. It wasn’t a lie either, it’s a name she have grown accustomed of as Themyscira only exists in mythologies and it’s to keep her identity secret. 

              “ And you are? “ 

There’s power in her. Tame and controlled, but surely powerful. He doesn’t even try to humor himself the thought that she’s a mere mortal. A Goddess, then? He has not met her or hear of her when he still resided in Asgard, but well, she is here, isn’t she? In Midgard, out of all realms to be. He wonders, for a moment, just what it is in Midgard that keeps on attracting Gods and Goddesses alike. First there was Thor, then there was the Other, the army of Chitauri, and him.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked, because he knows.

“Loki,” he says swiftly, not bothering to add any other explanation, for his name is enough of an explanation by itself. Pressing his palm on his chest, he lets himself bow on his seat, a little, as an act of courtesy. “It is very nice to meet you, as well.”

“Tell me, Diana Prince,” he clasps his hands together in front of him, interest and curiosity as well as wariness seeping into his skin as he says, “what are you the Goddess of again?”

[minorujoeling]

“I do what I want” ~Loki

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-- @curepurple

“If there is any sweets that you would recommend, what would that be?” is the question he throws at the person beside him, a question meant as either casual or rhetorical. He’s not particularly curious about it, moreso because he can choose for his own if he wishes to be. But perhaps he’s bored, and perhaps the other seems to be a good enough distraction. Nevertheless, the question has already left his lips, and Loki lets his lips twitch upwards a little bit, not really bothering or caring whether the other decides to reply or not.

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wnderwomcn:

          Oh she knows, that he was ignoring her.            She was supposed to enjoy a good tea time in this elegant restaurant but apparently, the other catches her attention. To say it is Athena’s wisdom that was bestowed upon her during birth, call it a gut feeling but she knows that this man is nothing but mischief. 

             Ever since she was little, her mother, Hippolyta, would tell her stories not only about the Greek Gods, but she soon knew the existence of other Gods who walked among the mortals. And they are one of them, trying to enjoy a good ‘me time.’

               Diana finds it amusing, she didn’t come her for a fight oh no, she would always put battle in her last resort. She is here just for a talk, and maybe, just maybe, get to know with each other. 

                After ordering a cup for herself, she kept her gaze on the other. Perhaps she could be a little mischief herself, looking at him and until he’s bothered, even Gods have limits to their patience. 

                  “ Just how long are you planning to ignore me? “   

                 As Diana predicted, he is pissed off at her presence. She couldn’t blame it though but she felt a sense of accomplishment herself. 

                 “ I don’t know, maybe, can we have a small chat?                          I am very interested in you. “             

It is with exaggerated slowness that he raises his gaze from his book, raising an elegant eyebrow in response to her words. The God of Mischief tilts his head to the side a little bit, half a silent inquiry for her to continue with her words and half actual intrigue over what he sees. Or rather, what he feels.

For one as skilled in magic as he is, it doesn’t take long for him to recognize the aura and the whole feeling and sheer power around her as what they truly are, and Loki has to furrow his eyebrows a little bit at that, his shoulders stiffening and his posture straightening as he registers that no, this is not just a woman.

So it is with half a smile, perhaps meant to be charming, perhaps meant to be menacing, that Loki drawls. “I would say that I am not interested in you, but that would be a lie,” he chuckles, for he is known for being a liesmith and yet he says this. But how is anyone to know when he lies and when he does not? It is certainly an upperhand that he cherishes, if only for the delusion that he is in control of the situation.

“Do talk, then,” he says, gesturing with a swift wave of his hand, “I’m waiting.”

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-- @wnderwomcn​

It’s a generally good day, or so he likes to think. He has a brand new book that piques his interest, a warm cup of tea situated nicely on the table beside him, and the place is immensely quiet. If he’ll take a Midgardian term, it would be, ah, “me time”, or so he thinks. It must be that, for his memories are good and he is confident in his ability to retain the knowledge that he’s learnt. While it takes him some time to assimilate--he was assimilating, thank you, he’s definitely not hiding or running away or anything, really--he’s rather certain he’ll be able to fit in here for a little while, at the very least.

At least until some overly curious Avengers--he takes the effort to snort at the reminder of the name--decides to visit and probably drags him off somewhere. Not that he’s scared or anything; he’s fairly certain he can take them, or at least manage to evade and vanish somewhere else. (And no, it’s not him running away, there’s a difference between running away and tactical retreat, really).

Nevertheless, he rather enjoys his situation at the moment, at least until he gets bored enough to be pressed to do something. Therefore when someone barges in to sit casually in front of him, and because Loki is nothing if not petty, the Silvertongue decides to find the book as way more appealing and suddenly a hundreds of times more interesting than it was before.

What do you mean there’s a woman sitting in front of him and is obviously waiting for him to acknowledge her presence? He sees no woman or anything. He sees words and letters and oh, this book is very interesting.