#(thor's personality rather than a /lack/ of possession. he is ...you know. royalty after all.)

[magnusmodig]

questions for characters / @brokeassgoing / accepting !

╰┈➤ gimmie thor's fave toy as a child besides his baby bro

||. absolutely all of the various possible weapons that are in the Einherjar barracks. And the Vault. ...It didn't matter to Thor whether they were for training, or the real deal, Thor would find the weapons absolutely INCREDIBLE and want to master them himself. ESPECIALLY the swords, axes, and hammers.

Contrary to most popular depictions, though, I don't think that Thor would have been innately drawn to Mjolnir. At least, not enough to attempt to lift it. (People often forget, too, that Mjolnir was only enchanted to be unable to lift after Odin banished Thor. Prior to that moment in 2011, Thor would've been able to lift the hammer, for all we know.) I think he would marvel at it, and find its history - or rather, its apparent lack of history - to be utterly fascinating to him. And thus it would compel him to learn more about urdu and Nidavellir and King Eitri of the Dwarves. Eventually it became the weapon gifted to him as Crown Prince of Asgard, but before then he had his trusty asgardian-forged axe, Jarnbjorn.

I think besides play weapons, he might have indulged in some small toys like the magnetic propulsion ball or perhaps a top, alongside various other small toys that are hands-on in application. But other than that, I don't think Thor would have played with toys so much as engaging himself with Loki's company, and their active imaginations. After all, a palace has a great many halls to explore, and hidden rooms and long corridors, and great lush gardens that come especially alive during Thor's rains. Secret passageways and hundreds of ways to escape their nannies, tutors and parents absolutely outweigh any toy. ALTHOUGH playing pretend and reenacting stories that Frigga told, or read from books comes as a close third.

[imagine-loki]

Hiding In Plain Sight

TITLE: Hiding in Plain Sight CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 7 AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE:Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé.You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other.How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies? RATING: General Audience

Loki walked out of the room without saying another word. Raven suspected that he was heading straight to his mother so to discuss the matter he had just been made aware of. She could see the anger and irritation in his features but as it stood, she also felt a lot of emotions herself and the information that had been thrust upon her also. A month, so long a time yet so very very little also. In a month, she would be wed to a being that, at best, was barely tolerant of her and that was before he would be told of her true identity. She was starting to realise that would be a concern. The more she learnt of Loki, the more she realised that this was not going to go well.

She spent time contemplating what she would need to do, barely realising that in her stress, she was simply rubbing down a desk in slow circles with no major purpose over and over.

“If you do that any longer, you will have sanded through the wood.” She turned to see a flustered Loki looking at her. “Actually, you have removed the polish, what agents have you used?” He walked over to study the wood. “I...is that oak? I thought this was pine?”

“Pine paint over oak,” she explained, looking at the lighter wood underneath. “I don’t know why someone would paint over a more expensive wood, but they did.” Her voice was emotionless.

“Why are you so bothered? Have you been sentenced to the gallows also?”

“I think so.”

“I have been told Tatiana, my normal maid is to return tomorrow, is that what this is about? Are they mistreating you in your original department?” Loki asked.

Through the fog of sadness at the situation, Raven was startled that he would even care enough to ask. “No, I just...I have a lot I have to consider in my own life at this time. Sorry.”

Loki did not let her pass as she tried to evade him. “No, if there is something afoot, you need to inform your superiors, this house will not stand for bullying or such.”

“I am sure you have enough to be worrying about with your own troubles, considering the news you were dealt today.”

“That is hardly the most startling news in the world, I have known about this betrothal for a considerable time but if you are being accosted in some manner, this needs to be dealt with.”

That resonated with Raven. She could tell he was anything but pleased with his news, yet was concerned for her. “No, I am not being bullied or mistreated, thank you, your highness.”

“You can say if you are.” He didn’t sound as pushy as before, trying to get information from her. “If anyone is bothering you over being an elf here…”

That caused Raven to frown slightly. “A tad ironic you would say that when the only two to speak ill of elves near me is your paramour and what she recited as being said by yourself. None other has been bothered by such.”

Loki sighed. “Well, I am glad that there is not a wider issue. As I stated before, I was merely venting when I spoke ill of Light Elves. I...I actually have admiration for them.” Raven eyed him sceptically. “They possess the most seidr and medicinal knowledge in the realms, that is commendable.”

“You called us unintelligent.”

“No, I never said that particular word. I stated that the princess will be subservient, not unintelligent. Since that is how she is raised.”

“She is strong-minded, I told you such already or do you think me lying?”

“How can she be when she is not allowed to do much?”

“That does not automatically equate to subservient though, does it?”

“I suppose not. I just assumed with the Light Elf attitude to daughters…”

“What is Asgard’s attitude to royal daughters?”

“I am not sure, there has not been one in a few generations.” Loki paused. “Why is it very few realms have princesses, actually?”

“Maybe there’s some sort of attempt to not have them? No one seems to want to have any.”

“It’s not exactly like you can decide,” Loki commented. “I suppose as the Princess is the first female in a few generations too, that may...though it is though the male line such things occur.” Loki thought aloud to himself more than Raven.

“Why do you not call her by her name?” Raven asked. “If you are to marry her, it seems only right to actually acknowledge her by her name.”

Loki paused to consider her question. “I rather not.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It will in a month.”

“Then I will deal with it in a month.”

Raven wanted to know why even saying her name was too much for him but insulted and hurt and attempting to deal with her own situation, she said nothing more on that matter. “I better continue to remove the varnish from that desk, I guess. If you need anything…”

“I will deal with that. I need you to…” Loki looked around. “I am not sure what to ask you to do. I suppose I better use these last few hours to see what I can learn about her.”

“When is the princess arriving?”

“In two days, apparently.”

Raven nodded at the information having not been told that herself. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about herself in the third person but she knew that to not do so now would raise suspicion. “It appears you need to deal with it far sooner than a month so, calling the Princess by her correct name.”

“Why do you feel that to be the pertinent concern?”

“It will not bode well if you cannot call her by her name. Think of how insulted she would be.”

“Is that the sort of thing that would insult her?” Loki queried. “Of all the matters in the realms, that is what she concerns herself with?”

“She is to be your wife and you cannot even have the decency to speak her name. What if she knew about what you said here right now? What if she were to hear this conversation between us, how could you justify this to her?” Raven challenged, angered at the lack of respect he had for her. “Perhaps with Tatiana’s return being so imminent, I should take my leave. You don’t want to learn about her. I merely suggest that you to refer to her by her name which I would think she would like and you are refusing to. You’re not even willing to do that much so I am not going to waste my time even trying to help you. You don’t care.” Raven was not one to get overly emotional but she was irate at how he would not even say her name when he did not realise it was her. Angered, she walked out of the rooms without so much as another word.

Loki stood staring at the spot his maid had occupied a moment before, flabbergasted that anyone, much less an employee of the palace, would speak to him in such a manner. He did not know how to process what she said. He thought little of saying Princess Raven’s name yet his maid saw it as something to be concerned over. He thought it something farcical to get so bothered by yet she seemed almost hysterical at it. For a moment, he thought to put it down to some odd female thing but he stopped and knew better than to do so. He knew enough of anatomy to know that was a dismissal of genuine matters by lesser men who did not like women speaking to them in manners they disliked. Looking around, he waved his hand to clean his rooms using his seidr. Sometimes he wondered why he even had chamber staff, he could do everything he needed himself. It would cause far fewer issues if he had none. When he heard the chamber door open, for a brief moment, he thought it was the elf returning to apologise for her irrational behaviour but he recognised the heavy footfalls of his brother quickly. “Go away.”

“Brother, I see you are in a good mood after your news,” Thor goaded. Folding his arms, he smiled at his brother. “I am curious to know, what did you say to the poor elf that stormed out of here not a moment ago?”

“That is none of your concern,” Loki snarled. “What do you want?”

“If that is how you spoke to her, no wonder she rushed off, the poor thing.” Thor shook his head. “What did you say to her?”

“Again, that is not your concern.” Loki glared at him. “Why are you so bothered, anyway?”

Thor merely smirked in response. “Call it curiosity.”

Loki eyed him warily. “What do you know?”

“Many more things than you think. But in regards to that maid, I know that mother brought her to your rooms to have you learn something of elves before this marriage came about, and I think it is safe to say, you have learnt little to nothing of their sensitive nature.”

“Sensitive?”

“Yes, elves are sensitive. Have you been blinded to the anxiety you caused that poor elf as you made her feel so angered she had to run off?”

Loki did not respond.

Even though he knew that it would be farcical when Loki realised who the elf that was in his rooms the past few weeks was, Thor could not help the almost excited feeling he was getting at the idea of Loki’s strops causing him to get a comeuppance.

*

Raven moved her belongings out of her room with as much haste as she could. She had been told by Frigga that her new quarters were ready for her so changing out of the employee’s attire, she got her belongings together and moved them to her new room which was in the guest area. She knew there was little chance of Loki finding her there as he was not expecting her for another few days. She did not want to risk him coming to her room again and trying to talk to her. As it stood, she felt she needed to ready herself for what was to come and prepare for the life she was about to lead. Though she wanted to ignore a lot of his good attributes, she knew the only way to build an accurate analysis of her husband-to-be was to do so. She could not deny there was a kindness to him but that did not negate the downsides of his character too.

*

"Loki?” He sighed as he turned to face his mother. “Where is your maid?”

“I relieved her of her duties.”

“Is there a particular reason for such?” Frigga asked, feigning ignorance, long knowing that Raven was in her new quarters, having gotten one of her maids to tend to her for the next two days so that she would not be seen around the palace. “Was she not to your liking?”

Loki huffed a small scoff. “She was a tad, shall we call it, opinionated. I was under the impression elvish women were quiet.”

“I hope you did not speak in such a manner to her.” Frigga was beginning to regret her scheme of allowing Raven to get to know Loki as she did. “Loki…?”

“I was not so blunt but I did discuss the matter with her, also, due to her working here, I did not want her to be reprimanded elsewhere for such.”

Frigga signed and rolled her eyes, knowing that she would have to attempt to deal with the matter when she spoke to Raven, seeing that she would not have had much of a chance to see Loki’s more redeeming characteristics if this was how he treated her. “Oh, Loki.”

Loki studied his mother’s features carefully, noting the regret in her face. “Is this because you feel sorry for that elf having to endure me?” She looked at him plainly, no sign of emotions on her face. “Or is there something more?”

Frigga stared her son in the eyes at that comment. “I am embarrassed.” She declared. “I am embarrassed that you, Loki Odinson, my son, treated a woman so appallingly. I am embarrassed that come the arrival of the Light Elves in the next few days, there is a high chance that you will do so again.”

“I will not.” Loki retorted.

“How pray tell, am I supposed to believe that?” His mother challenged. “Norns, that poor girl. That poor elf, to think you treated her so. I only hope she can see past it.”

[wolfpawn]

Hiding In Plain Sight, Chapter 7

Story Summary - Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé. You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other. How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies?

Chapter Summary - Loki reacts to the news that his wedding is far sooner than he thought.

Previous Chapter

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Loki walked out of the room without saying another word. Raven suspected that he was heading straight to his mother so to discuss the matter he had just been made aware of. She could see the anger and irritation in his features but as it stood, she also felt a lot of emotions herself and the information that had been thrust upon her also. A month, so long a time yet so very very little also. In a month, she would be wed to a being that, at best, was barely tolerant of her and that was before he would be told of her true identity. She was starting to realise that would be a concern. The more she learnt of Loki, the more she realised that this was not going to go well.

She spent time contemplating what she would need to do, barely realising that in her stress, she was simply rubbing down a desk in slow circles with no major purpose over and over.

“If you do that any longer, you will have sanded through the wood.” She turned to see a flustered Loki looking at her. “Actually, you have removed the polish, what agents have you used?” He walked over to study the wood. “I...is that oak? I thought this was pine?”

“Pine paint over oak,” she explained, looking at the lighter wood underneath. “I don’t know why someone would paint over a more expensive wood, but they did.” Her voice was emotionless.

“Why are you so bothered? Have you been sentenced to the gallows also?”

“I think so.”

“I have been told Tatiana, my normal maid is to return tomorrow, is that what this is about? Are they mistreating you in your original department?” Loki asked.

Through the fog of sadness at the situation, Raven was startled that he would even care enough to ask. “No, I just...I have a lot I have to consider in my own life at this time. Sorry.”

Loki did not let her pass as she tried to evade him. “No, if there is something afoot, you need to inform your superiors, this house will not stand for bullying or such.”

“I am sure you have enough to be worrying about with your own troubles, considering the news you were dealt today.”

“That is hardly the most startling news in the world, I have known about this betrothal for a considerable time but if you are being accosted in some manner, this needs to be dealt with.”

That resonated with Raven. She could tell he was anything but pleased with his news, yet was concerned for her. “No, I am not being bullied or mistreated, thank you, your highness.”

“You can say if you are.” He didn’t sound as pushy as before, trying to get information from her. “If anyone is bothering you over being an elf here…”

That caused Raven to frown slightly. “A tad ironic you would say that when the only two to speak ill of elves near me is your paramour and what she recited as being said by yourself. None other has been bothered by such.”

Loki sighed. “Well, I am glad that there is not a wider issue. As I stated before, I was merely venting when I spoke ill of Light Elves. I...I actually have admiration for them.” Raven eyed him sceptically. “They possess the most seidr and medicinal knowledge in the realms, that is commendable.”

“You called us unintelligent.”

“No, I never said that particular word. I stated that the princess will be subservient, not unintelligent. Since that is how she is raised.”

“She is strong-minded, I told you such already or do you think me lying?”

“How can she be when she is not allowed to do much?”

“That does not automatically equate to subservient though, does it?”

“I suppose not. I just assumed with the Light Elf attitude to daughters…”

“What is Asgard’s attitude to royal daughters?”

“I am not sure, there has not been one in a few generations.” Loki paused. “Why is it very few realms have princesses, actually?”

“Maybe there’s some sort of attempt to not have them? No one seems to want to have any.”

“It’s not exactly like you can decide,” Loki commented. “I suppose as the Princess is the first female in a few generations too, that may...though it is though the male line such things occur.” Loki thought aloud to himself more than Raven.

“Why do you not call her by her name?” Raven asked. “If you are to marry her, it seems only right to actually acknowledge her by her name.”

Loki paused to consider her question. “I rather not.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It will in a month.”

“Then I will deal with it in a month.”

Raven wanted to know why even saying her name was too much for him but insulted and hurt and attempting to deal with her own situation, she said nothing more on that matter. “I better continue to remove the varnish from that desk, I guess. If you need anything…”

“I will deal with that. I need you to…” Loki looked around. “I am not sure what to ask you to do. I suppose I better use these last few hours to see what I can learn about her.”

“When is the princess arriving?”

“In two days, apparently.”

Raven nodded at the information having not been told that herself. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about herself in the third person but she knew that to not do so now would raise suspicion. “It appears you need to deal with it far sooner than a month so, calling the Princess by her correct name.”

“Why do you feel that to be the pertinent concern?”

“It will not bode well if you cannot call her by her name. Think of how insulted she would be.”

“Is that the sort of thing that would insult her?” Loki queried. “Of all the matters in the realms, that is what she concerns herself with?”

“She is to be your wife and you cannot even have the decency to speak her name. What if she knew about what you said here right now? What if she were to hear this conversation between us, how could you justify this to her?” Raven challenged, angered at the lack of respect he had for her. “Perhaps with Tatiana’s return being so imminent, I should take my leave. You don’t want to learn about her. I merely suggest that you to refer to her by her name which I would think she would like and you are refusing to. You’re not even willing to do that much so I am not going to waste my time even trying to help you. You don’t care.” Raven was not one to get overly emotional but she was irate at how he would not even say her name when he did not realise it was her. Angered, she walked out of the rooms without so much as another word.

Loki stood staring at the spot his maid had occupied a moment before, flabbergasted that anyone, much less an employee of the palace, would speak to him in such a manner. He did not know how to process what she said. He thought little of saying Princess Raven’s name yet his maid saw it as something to be concerned over. He thought it something farcical to get so bothered by yet she seemed almost hysterical at it. For a moment, he thought to put it down to some odd female thing but he stopped and knew better than to do so. He knew enough of anatomy to know that was a dismissal of genuine matters by lesser men who did not like women speaking to them in manners they disliked. Looking around, he waved his hand to clean his rooms using his seidr. Sometimes he wondered why he even had chamber staff, he could do everything he needed himself. It would cause far fewer issues if he had none. When he heard the chamber door open, for a brief moment, he thought it was the elf returning to apologise for her irrational behaviour but he recognised the heavy footfalls of his brother quickly. “Go away.”

“Brother, I see you are in a good mood after your news,” Thor goaded. Folding his arms, he smiled at his brother. “I am curious to know, what did you say to the poor elf that stormed out of here not a moment ago?”

“That is none of your concern,” Loki snarled. “What do you want?”

“If that is how you spoke to her, no wonder she rushed off, the poor thing.” Thor shook his head. “What did you say to her?”

“Again, that is not your concern.” Loki glared at him. “Why are you so bothered, anyway?”

Thor merely smirked in response. “Call it curiosity.”

Loki eyed him warily. “What do you know?”

“Many more things than you think. But in regards to that maid, I know that mother brought her to your rooms to have you learn something of elves before this marriage came about, and I think it is safe to say, you have learnt little to nothing of their sensitive nature.”

“Sensitive?”

“Yes, elves are sensitive. Have you been blinded to the anxiety you caused that poor elf as you made her feel so angered she had to run off?”

Loki did not respond.

Even though he knew that it would be farcical when Loki realised who the elf that was in his rooms the past few weeks was, Thor could not help the almost excited feeling he was getting at the idea of Loki’s strops causing him to get a comeuppance.

*

Raven moved her belongings out of her room with as much haste as she could. She had been told by Frigga that her new quarters were ready for her so changing out of the employee’s attire, she got her belongings together and moved them to her new room which was in the guest area. She knew there was little chance of Loki finding her there as he was not expecting her for another few days. She did not want to risk him coming to her room again and trying to talk to her. As it stood, she felt she needed to ready herself for what was to come and prepare for the life she was about to lead. Though she wanted to ignore a lot of his good attributes, she knew the only way to build an accurate analysis of her husband-to-be was to do so. She could not deny there was a kindness to him but that did not negate the downsides of his character too.

*

"Loki?” He sighed as he turned to face his mother. “Where is your maid?”

“I relieved her of her duties.”

“Is there a particular reason for such?” Frigga asked, feigning ignorance, long knowing that Raven was in her new quarters, having gotten one of her maids to tend to her for the next two days so that she would not be seen around the palace. “Was she not to your liking?”

Loki huffed a small scoff. “She was a tad, shall we call it, opinionated. I was under the impression elvish women were quiet.”

“I hope you did not speak in such a manner to her.” Frigga was beginning to regret her scheme of allowing Raven to get to know Loki as she did. “Loki…?”

“I was not so blunt but I did discuss the matter with her, also, due to her working here, I did not want her to be reprimanded elsewhere for such.”

Frigga signed and rolled her eyes, knowing that she would have to attempt to deal with the matter when she spoke to Raven, seeing that she would not have had much of a chance to see Loki’s more redeeming characteristics if this was how he treated her. “Oh, Loki.”

Loki studied his mother’s features carefully, noting the regret in her face. “Is this because you feel sorry for that elf having to endure me?” She looked at him plainly, no sign of emotions on her face. “Or is there something more?”

Frigga stared her son in the eyes at that comment. “I am embarrassed.” She declared. “I am embarrassed that you, Loki Odinson, my son, treated a woman so appallingly. I am embarrassed that come the arrival of the Light Elves in the next few days, there is a high chance that you will do so again.”

“I will not.” Loki retorted.

“How pray tell, am I supposed to believe that?” His mother challenged. “Norns, that poor girl. That poor elf, to think you treated her so. I only hope she can see past it.”