MISCHIEF MADE.

oh, to be only the most well-adjusted magic space alien in all of comics

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“Chaos, stories, outcast or evil—the only constant is ever Loki, and Loki lives.”

A story-focused blog for IKOL-LOKI from MARVEL COMICS, written by JADZIA (21+, she/her). Canon compliant to the ending of Thor (2018), after which I do what I want. Once an echo of an ill-gotten past, Ikol became the familiar of a Loki reborn and, soon after, that very Loki’s unfair demise. Forever conjoined at a crossroads of what was and what could have been, Ikol-Loki threads the impossible needle between good and evil, though whether for our ultimate benefit or detriment remains to be seen.

Possesses impeccable music taste.

about and rules. 

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ikol-loki... cute enough to crush like a coke can and hear the squeaky toy noise

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    Loki doesn’t want to do this.

    …

    Okay, only a part of Loki doesn’t want to do this. Presumably the—tiny, small—corner of his Asgardian brain not primarily fueled by spite. As for the rest?

     That side, now, situates himself on Stephen’s most prized fainting couch most nicely.

     He likes to think that the Sanctorum misses him. It should—unlike a certain Sorcerer Supreme that has now recouped that title, Loki went so far as to let the twin snakes speak freely and enjoy outdoor airs, among other things. When the title was in the God of Mischief’s court, he could never understand Stephen’s reluctance to ever let his verifiable multiverse of arcane, magical, and demagogical artifacts go... well, used! What’s the point of a hoard if only to be chaperoned and doffed off under lock and key?

     (Perhaps there is good reason that Loki Laufeyson is no longer Sorcerer Supreme. Would he agree? Never.)

     It doesn’t take long for his presence to be noticed. Not that Loki’s particularly hiding, what with lounging on the fainting couch though he might yawn and stretch out for a pinup, if not a nap. If there are wards conjured up in the threadbare hopes of stopping him from anything, they’re for naught. Loki is already here, and Loki has come for a Loki bargain.

     In his right hand is a tall pint of mead.

    “Good evening, Stephen,” Loki says. Not even pausing for effect, he drops the bomb early and in earnest:

     “I need your help.”

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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     “Chaos, stories, outcast or evil—the only constant is ever Loki, and Loki lives.”

        an independent blog for IKOL-LOKI from MARVEL COMICS by JADZIA.

                                                     about and rules. / pinned.

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loki and amora from marvel battle lines 💚

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stones. | I

    Yuletide holidays are best spent at the hearth, such to be cozy around a rumbling fire with the comfort of good family. Passing gifts and promises for the new year. Stewing in the shared hope of a better future. In the last few weeks, such scenes of peace and ignoble harmony have played out all over the world, in the many homes of many more mortals.

    Loki, however, is no such thing. What’s he been up to? How’s the God of Mischief spending the days?

    “LOKI LAUFEYSON! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD AND DRINK FROM YOUR SKULL LIKE A GOURD, YOU ASGARDIAN PEST!”

    Well enough, he’d suppose.

    He’s sat squat behind a boulder, untold branches of Yggdrasil between him and the nearest flamespoke hearth. In fact Loki is in the cave of a cyclopean, where it’s dank, wet and dripping, with said cyclopean howling insult and injury as though all the Nine Hells could hear him. Yes, we know. We know: why, you ask. Why is Loki here? Why’s he here when he would really, just about, want to be anywhere else with the possible exception of Helheim?

    The same as it is always, dear reader. It’s because of old Loki. The Loki who died.

    Old Loki once disenfranchised the Norn women out of their stones, said to be crystallizations of all the power in fate. There old Loki would soon discover that it was not actually all, but more than enough for his purposes anyway. Later, when old Loki finally tired of the ring around his neck called the God of Evil, he would put these stones to their final use in luring the Void to him during the Siege of Asgardia, wherein he would leap headfist into oblivion’s jaws. Afterward, no-one found the stones’ remains, and most brushed it aside. Perhaps the Norn women had at last been returned their keep.

    This Ikol-Loki too believed, because it was easier that way. He has had enough artifacts from his old self to go around hunting after without adding magic fate stones into the mix, thank you very much. Especially when he’s been given the “gift” of all things time and no direction after the conclusion of a particular War of the Realms…

    “I SEE YOU, LITTLE GOD! NOW DIE!”

    … but we don’t always get what we want. Least of all Loki.

    Mister Cyclopean thunders over to the boulder he’s been hiding behind, as expected, and tries to laser-eye his face off, also as expected. The blast misses as Loki reflexively vaults across the iridescent cave sand, wishing that maybe he should have enlisted the help of Hercules, before he realizes that Hercules absolutely most certainly would have laughed him this way to Olympus for the thought. Typical. Because Loki is born to struggle.

    “Come on, Laevateinn. Just this once, strike true.”

    Laevateinn, affectionately known in Old Norse as damage twig, is Loki’s ancestral blade. Its metal is red like rust and a hilt leather like fraying and falling apart. Now, you might be saying, is this not Loki? The same god that once had the privilege—however brief—of calling himself the Sorcerer Supreme? How come he isn’t blasting Mister Cyclopean Laser-Eyes back straight to his maker in Hades? Simple.

    Laevateinn flies.

    He can’t, because Mister Cyclopean Laser-Eyes’ laser-eye is a Norn Stone. Hitting it with magic would be, to use an appropriately Hellenic analogy, like Medusa looking into a mirror. Nothing to fear, then, with Laevateinn!—but Laevateinn is Loki’s ancestral blade.

    Just before it hits, Laevateinn melts into red-brown goop.

    “Surtur’s bones. Of course you did.”

    And Loki is ever in the business of giving Loki a hard time.

    “HUH? DID YOU INTEND THAT TO HURT ME? PATHETIC! EVEN A WHELP LIKE YOU SHOULD DO BETTER!”

    Go ahead, rub salt on the wound, thinks Loki who would have rolled his eyes had he not been busy again dodging a laser-eye. Laevateinn soon reforms on the sand, although uselessly given it’s not in a cyclops’s cranium. A small portal is enough to shunt it back into Loki’s hand for another round, and this time, he decides it’s better to be the one administering than betting on the sword to do it for him. He leaps from sand to air and from air to boulder.

    “Watch this,” he says. Mister Cyclopean Laser-Eyes can’t help but to turn around.

    Loki smiles, then stabs him through the mouth.

    Laevateinn discharges a bolt through him of pure chaos, and it’s over. An enormous THUD! is all that becomes of the cyclops, and Loki didn’t even need Hercules. He calmly saunters over and has the honors of generously and liberally removing the Norn Stone from bejeweled and encrusted eye socket, freeing it from what would have been a most definitely tyrannical—plus, unmentionably boring—prison. In his hand the stone shines iridescent, not unlike the rainbow of a familiar Bifrost. Loki is born to struggle—

    It’s pocketed as thus.

    —and Loki is also born to triumph.

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Who’s the baddest witch in town?

(I’m sorry for my terrible inking skills 😭 I was lazy af 😭😭)

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And one last wintery throwback - an Ikol from 2013!