#D.B. Cooper Loki

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Stray (A Lokitty Tale): Part 3

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Stray: Part 3

Loki was beginning to fall into a pleasant sort of routine with the human. He enjoyed the soapy smell of your freshly showered skin as you cuddled him against yourself each morning before rushing out the door. No matter how tired or stressed or how much of a hurry you were in, you never failed to tell him good morning and hug him goodbye, and it thawed his icy heart. It seemed so strange to him; that a being would simply selflessly care for a creature who could offer nothing at all in return except companionship...and yet you did.

He noticed other things about you; that you had scuffed up one specific patch of the wall from grumpily kicking your shoes off each day (the closest to angry he ever saw you), that when you came home you always made a cup of coffee and curled up with a book, that you'd put a record on and hum along as you made dinner and did the dishes, that you especially liked The Velvet Underground, that you winced whenever the phone rang but, without fail, spoke so kindly to whoever was on the other side, that you'd go to see movies by yourself and stack the little ticket stub into a tidy collection as you gave him your film review. He learned that your favorite color was purple, that you would buy little bundles of fresh herbs and set them out in makeshift jam-jar vases just to smell them and enjoy the little pops of color in a gray world. All of these things gave him an irrepressible fizzle of warm feelings for you...feelings he couldn't quite define.

I'm...used to her? I find her pleasant? She...doesn't bother me...not like Thor and Odin do, anyway. He thought to himself, uncertain of how else to explain it.

On more than one occasion when you left for work, Loki would transform himself back into his smart black suit with the crisp white shirt. He would straighten his tie and check his slicked-back hair in the mirror as he summoned up the green glow of his magic, preparing to transport himself away to the next step of his fugitive journey. And yet...each time he stood there, staring at his perfectly polished shoes, simply unable to make the feet within them move. He couldn't leave when he thought of how sweet and sad and panicked you would be, calling his name over and over in vain, holding the little green makeshift collar, totally devastated. It wasn't like him to stagnate like this, and the fact that he was getting comfortable was...well...uncomfortable. Each time he was ready to go he would turn the little leather band in his large palm, reading his name in your handwriting over and over again. With a sigh of resignation, Loki would finally loosen his tie, sit back down, and settle into being your house guest for a little longer. Just a few more days, he kept telling himself.

Life sailed along this way until one day you seemed markedly...different. As your heels clicked down the hall and Loki transformed back into a cat, he happily anticipated curling up in your lap as you'd stroke his back aimlessly while reading. He wanted more than anything to enjoy your humming to your records and the savory smell your cooking, but today wouldn't go that way.

As you came in the door you slammed it shut behind you, and this time when you kick your shoes off you cursed loudly and etched a darker scuff in the wall. Loki's eyes wondered to your face and he was distressed to see your eyes wet and red-ringed. You had obviously been sobbing hard. You dropped your things and made your way straight for the couch, flopping down with the palms of your hands against your eyes, weeping inconsolably.

Loki was alarmed, having never seen you so upset. He was afraid to come near you in this unpredictable state, but he longed to be close to you so much more than he was afraid of you. Slinking carefully, he made his way to lay on your stomach. Gingerly settling and watching your face, he waited patiently for you to move your hands and meet his eyes. When you noticed him your angry demeanor immediately melted away as you gave him a pacifying stroke along his spine.

“Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry,” you said, gravely-voiced and sniffing. “I didn't mean to scare you,” you soothed. He purred, trying to let you know that he was fine and comfortable, as long as he was with you. You gave a comprehending wan smile, looking into the jewels of his irises as your fingertips combed through his fur. As your breath stilled you said, “Loki, you know, sometimes I think I'm going crazy because I could swear you understand me...that we're having conversations...that you follow along when I read to you. Insane, right? Totally insane.”

You chuckled, saddened yet amused by the absurdity of life and human emotions. Loki, however, was shocked at how close you came to the truth, and that you seemed to have connected more than he planned. He desperately wanted to know what was going on to upset his 'dear mortal' so much (this is how he designated you in his own mind) and it frustrated him more than ever that he couldn't simply talk to you and ask.

Loki had an idea. He could enchant you and use his power to see inside your mind for himself. You would be none the wiser, but he was still reluctant to invade your privacy. In the end, curiosity got the better of the cat and he gave in. Of course...curiosity...that's all it is, he told himself again.

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He reached into your mind, traveling with you as you stepped into a large building with the sign saying Mullen Department Store. It was interesting to him, seeing what you did all day (endlessly stocking shelves, dealing with customers, cleaning the shop, preparing the products). He began to wonder if they ever let you sit down.

Around noon, a coworker approached you saying, “Hey, good luck with that interview with Mr. Mullen! This could be your big break!”. You thanked them and trudged up to the office on the top floor.

Before you knew it you were handing a paper to a balding man behind a large tacky desk. Loki felt his heart ache seeing that your hands were shaking. His darling mortal was so nervous! This must be important to her, he thought.

“...so as you can see here, Mr. Mullen. I have my Master's degree, fluency in three languages, and background in academic writing and journalism. I think I'd be a perfect writer and translator for the office team. I work very thoroughly and...”

The older man huffed, “Let me stop you right there, sweetheart. I'm sorry but we really don't need some dame doing that kind of work.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don't get me wrong, on paper you're impressive, but we have a...professional image...here. Our ladies in the workforce have to look the part.” He shrugged, “Now, if you worked on your appearance a little, maybe lost a few pounds or wore a bit more makeup you could be be Johnny's secretary. Do you make a good pot of coffee?” He said the last part with a chuckle, clearly pleased with the pitiful thing that passed for his sense of humor.

Your voice rose. “Excuse me, but I fail to see what my appearance has to do with my competence. You have plenty of men as writers on staff who were hired without being told to lose a few pounds first. This is absurd! It's 1971, Mr. Mullen, not 1950!”

He stared you down with his beady little eyes, “Now listen here, young lady, don't give me that feminist horse shit. You are very very lucky to have the job you do have with this company! I wouldn't expect you to understand the standards we have up here, and that just goes to show you're not what we're looking for.” He checked his watch with a sigh, “That's all the time I have today, and you need to be back on the sales floor.” He dismissed you, not even with a handshake, but by simply waving his hand toward the door and using his other one to crumple your resume and drop it in the trashcan.

You didn't say a word, too stunned and disappointed to react to this rejection. Loki felt the sting of your thoughts as they churned around in your head the rest of the day. I'm never going to go farther. This is my life now...my stupid fucking life....not even pretty enough to type or pour coffee for a living...Jesus Christ...I wanted so much more than this. I worked so hard to have more than this. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to learn so much. I barely even have friends.”

Loki thought to himself, and wished he could tell you, oh darling, how dare he make you feel this way! You're so clever and unique and kind....and beautiful. Sweet moral, I think you're the most beautiful creature I've ever met.

He floated back out of your mind then, shocked by the return to reality and to his sudden swell of feelings for you. The god of mischief realized in that moment that he wanted something he had never wanted for another person before. He wanted you to get all the good things you deserved even if he had to forgo some for himself. He wanted to avenge and defend you, putting the fear of God (or rather, a god) into the idiotic and insulting little man. Most of all, he just wanted you to be okay, and safe...and loved. Loved...he finally allowed himself to think the word.

He watched your lovely face as you began to nod off. Your wet lashes closed, and your brow furrowed with worry, even as you drifted off holding him against your heart. He could feel it pulsing in your chest, and sense the slowing of your breath. He finally dared to admit that he wanted to give you love...all the love everyone else wasn't giving you but you so sorely deserved. Loki darted out his little pink tongue to lick your arm where it rested around him. He tried to say, sweet dreams, little mortal. Just rest. We'll find a way. And though it only came out as a contented purr, he was surprised to hear you murmur “thank you,” in return, as you sank further into dreams.

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Peb.

[gwydpolls]

I am not over the person on one of my Time Travel polls who suggested D.B. Cooper was Loki.

I don't know if they meant the God or the Marvel character, but either way, i am charmed.

[itberice]

Marvel really said: Loki is D.B. Cooper and Agatha is Jolene

[sylkithecat]

TOM HIDDLESTON as LOKI / D.B COOPER

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LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki + @mcuchallenge

Day 5: Favorite Loki’s clothes

LOKI S01 E01: Glorious Purpose

[morally-grey-variant]

Re-watching Loki today (because I work from home and also have a problem) and the D.B. Cooper scene gets me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

He's so fucking SUAVE and CHARMING and I MELT.

I desperately need more Doctor Who-style "actually it was ME at this famous historical mystery" stories from Loki.

Did he start the Dancing Plague as an anti-Footloose joke that got out of hand? Did he spend some time as Cleopatra and then vanish when things got dicey? I NEED MORE

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Loki is D.B. Cooper 🤝 Agatha is Jolene

[taw-k]

Anyone else think Loki would've been d.b cooper for Halloween and everyone thought it was just an amazing costume and it's such a coincidence they look so similar.

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Time loops. Repeating cycles. Time is a flat circle.

Here’s why I think Loki S2 is repeating the same episode structure as S1.

Let's go through the similarities between S1E1/S2E1 and S1E2/S2E2.

In episode 1, we have:

S1. Loki runs away from the Avengers

S2. Loki runs away from a Mobius who doesn't know him

S1. Loki meets Casey (at reception after appearing through a Time Door)

S2. Loki meets Casey (in a bay after coming through a large rectangular window)

S1. Mobius is investigating in France, 1549, when an agent comes and tells him Loki has appeared

S2. Mobius is looking at the timelines branch on the chronomonitor when Casey comes and tells him Loki has appeared

S1. Loki makes his way through TVA processing

S2. Loki makes his way through the TVA to reach Mobius, timeslipping as he goes

S1. Loki learns about the TVA through a recording (Miss Minutes)

S2. Loki learns about Kang and Ravonna’s relationship through a recording (a tape)

S1. Loki attends court, Mobius appears and interrupts proceedings

S2. B-15 and Mobius attends the war room (and have to give evidence like a court case), Loki appears and interrupts proceedings

S1. Mobius leads a suspicious Loki away from the courtroom

S2. Mobius leads a distressed Loki away from the war room

S1. Mobius reveals the truth of his life to Loki

S2. Loki reveals the truth of Kang and impeding war to Mobius/everyone else

S1. We see Loki affect human history by being D.B. Cooper

S2. We see Loki affect O.B’s history by talking to him in the past

S1. Loki faces the prospect of his own death (by watching the time theatre screen)

S2. Mobius and Loki face the prospect of their own deaths

S1. Loki runs through the TVA looking for the Tesseract

S2. Loki runs through the TVA looking for a Timestick

S1. Loki is distressed he can’t return to his life on the timeline

S2. Loki is distressed Mobius will die and he will be lost to time

S1. B-15 attempts to prune Loki (and prunes a cart instead) and Loki returns to time theatre

S2. Someone prunes Loki and Loki returns to present Mobius

S1. Mobius asks Loki to help find Sylvie

S2. Loki tells Mobius they need to find Sylvie

S1. We see a glimpse of Sylvie in Salina, 1858

S2. We see a glimpse of Sylvie at McDonald’s, 1982 (branched timeline)

In episode 2, we have:

S1. A hunter (C-20) goes missing

S2. A hunter (X-5) goes missing 

S1. Loki and Mobius go to a ren faire

S2. Loki and Mobius go to a movie premiere

S1. B-15 points out the “variant” sign on Loki’s jacket

S2. Loki points out the collar on X-5/Brad’s neck

S1. Loki and Mobius work together to find out where Sylvie is

S2. Loki and Mobius work together to find out where Sylvie is

S1. Loki attempts to lie to B-15 and Mobius

S2. Loki attempts to lie to X-5/Brad

S1. Mobius sets Loki with a task (to find where Sylvie is from reading reports) and Loki succeeds

S2. Mobius sets Loki with a task (to find where Sylvie is by interrogating Brad) and Loki succeeds

S1. Loki and Mobius have a cafeteria date talking about existential things

S2. Loki and Mobius have an automat date talking about existential things

S1. Loki and Mobius go to a shopping mall to find Sylvie, a mundane average American place. That place is about to be destroyed by an apocalypse.

S2. Loki and Mobius go to McDonald's to find Sylvie, a mundane average American place. That place is about to be destroyed by a bomb (to prune the branch).

S1. Sylvie is not interested in what Loki has to say, sees him as working for the TVA, and wants to remain focused on her own mission

S2. Sylvie is not interested in what Loki has to say, sees him as working for the TVA, and wants to remain undisturbed in the life she has chosen for herself

S1. Sylvie enchants C-20 to find out where the Time Keepers are

S2. Sylvie enchants X-5/Brad to find out how/where/when the timelines will be bombed

S1. Sylvie sets off hundreds of reset charges in various places on the timeline

S2. General Dox sets off hundreds of bombs on branched timelines

S1. TVA agents and Ravonna become aware of the issue

S2. Casey, B-15 and TVA agents become aware of the issue

S1. Sylvie leaves through a Time Door, Loki follows

S2. Sylvie leaves through a Time Door, Loki doesn't follow

There are some differences, of course, but the main moments are pretty similar.

So, I believe that Loki S2 might be structurally replicating S1 to enforce the idea of the cycle repeating and time loops on the viewer.

If this is the pattern and I’m not completely mad (which is always possible), we should see Loki and Mobius spend most of their time together at the World’s Fair in episode 3 (because Loki has chosen Mobius this time around).

How did I reach this conclusion? The idea of doing things again and again was sealed into the Loki S2 trailers.

And loops are coded into several names: Mobius, Ouroboros, but also Loki. In etymology, one of the meanings behind Loki’s name is loops (and tangled webs).

We also know that He Who Remains said, “Kill me and this all just starts again,” (I’m paraphrasing). He told us that time is a flat circle in his monologue, with the shape of the multiverses stacked on top of each other being a flat circle.

Ragnarok in Norse mythology is also a cycle that is doomed to repeat time and time again.

I’m fully fine to be completely wrong with this idea, and I can see that the episodes are not an exact replica, but it had enough story beats and overall length in time devoted to certain aspects (how long it takes Loki to find out where Sylvie is hiding through detective work in S1 versus how long it takes them to interrogate Brad and discover where Sylvie is in S2) and that’s why I consider it a strong possibility.

Only time will tell (pun very much intended).

And I also fully expect to see us go back and repeat things from S2’s episode 1 and 2 in later episodes. We have to see how Loki is pruned; that’s one of a few unsolved mysteries. And something will continue to push the angst over Loki losing his friends and Sylvie exclaiming that everything has fallen apart (again paraphrasing).

[percheduphere]

NEW THEORIES/FANFICTION FODDER

1.) If Loki can control time and thus control the story, then if he chooses to sacrifice himself to save the TVA (his friends), he can also choose to move forward in time after the sacrifice, in which he and all his friends survive... and celebrate over jet skis, bourbon, grilled fish, and pie.

2.) Since it's been implied that Mobius will show up in Deadpool 3, perhaps Mobius will choose to work at the TVA and return to his timeline at the exact hour he would return home from his normal day job. The guy is /struggling/ to sell jet skis. He tried to sell Loki his own, then tried to pitch a sale to B-15. He must be surviving off what's his left of his late spouse's life insurance. Sylvie can help him forge a W2 since she actually knows what one is and likely forged an SSN to work at McDonald's. D.B. Cooper, I mean, Loki and Casey can help by robbing banks for cash. Because screw banks. Okay, fine, this is more my fantasy.

THEORIES CHECKLIST

✅️ Loki God of Stories

✅️ Sylvie motivated to join to save her own timeline

☑️ Time looping; still not sure if the bigger HWR timeloop will prove true

❔️ Loki, Mobius, and Sylvie are the original timekeepers

❔️TVA Key Lime Pie Automat and Hot Cocoa Machine specially built for Mobius

❔️Loki will sacrifice himself and thus break the bigger HWR timeloop

❌️ Mobius = John

[michelleleewise]

Art Request: Loki as a Greaser

Hiiiiii!!!!! These were fun to go through and make!!! I loooooove that movie!! Always have always will!! Lol I hope you like how they turned out!!! And thank you for sending this to me!!! And one.....and two......

(I went with short hair since that was the style, and figured he would pull a D.B Cooper....hehehe)

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Stray: Part 9

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Stray: Part 9

“Brother! I knew you would show yourself once again and we would find you. You can't run forever, you conniving little snake!”, Thor bellowed across the tiny space as great gusts of wind billowed around him, sweeping into the apartment and leaving it in disarray.

Loki shot up from the couch, and held onto you protectively, his tall body guarding you. “Now hold on just a minute! You were the one who instigated this whole game, brother. In fairness, shouldn't we both face consequences? Or are you too golden and blessed in our parents' eyes to do any wrong?”

The wind subsided and Thor seemed to deflate slightly, then spoke more plainly, “Shut up, Loki!”

You giggled, you couldn't help it. The Norse god of thunder was standing in your living room, dominating the space one moment, then looking like a scolded overgrown toddler the next.

Loki glanced to you and smiled. Then beamed his grin to Thor “Oh dear brother...” he said in faux-shock, “you didn't tell them your role in all this, did you? How ignoble for a future king!”

Thor stepped closer and scoffed. “You dare to judge me? As if you have any morals of your own, you slimy little....” .

You interrupted, sliding between them and putting a hand on both of their breastplates, trying in vain to push them apart (a woefully useless attempt). However, the two princes were raised properly to respect a lady and, therefore, did take the cue to step back.

“If I might interject gentlemen...” you said calmly.

Thor flinched as if slapped, realizing his impoliteness, and took your hand to kiss it. “Oh dear lady! I apologized profusely for my entrance, and for putting your residence in disorder. I must have frightened you terribly.”

“Not really,” you said lightly, and Thor flinched, almost insulted by that. “But listen, I uh, I understand some of this. Loki's told me some things and...”

“Has this weasel been keeping you hostage, fair maiden, or deceiving you? I shall...”

You put your hands up. “No! No no no! Please...just listen. I'm sure there's some kind of solution here if you would only talk to each other and....”

Before you could finish your sentence, a brilliant multicolored beam rained down on all three of you from overhead in a kaleidoscopic blaze. Loki held you closer again and said, “Hang on, little mortal. Heimdall is calling us home.”

“What?!” you shouted over the blast of the portal fluttering around you. Before you knew it you tumbled through space and were hurled into a golden dome occupied by a single gilded guard with a sword. Unlike the two Asgardians, you immediately lost your balance and Loki had to catch you.

“I feel dizzy. I think I'm gonna puke,” you warned.

“It's alright, darling, give it a moment. It'll pass. It happens to everyone the first time.”

Thor rounded to his brother, pointing his hammer to his chest, and Loki's eyes went wide. “Why did you bring us back?”

“It wasn't me, you stupid oaf!” Loki hollered back, arms up in surrender.

Heimdall's deep commanding voice echoed around the dome. “It was the order of King Odin, your majesties.”

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Your heartbeat ramped up higher and higher as you made your way through the palace. By the time you'd finally made it to the vast throne room, flanked on all sides by guards, you felt as if your heart might beat right out of your chest.

“Lokiiii?” you hissed, in a concerned whisper.

“Yes, darling?” he replied, his long arm still cradling you.

“Should I be afraid?”

“Nooo. No. It'll all be just fine. I know this must be terribly alarming and baffling for you, but I assure you....”

“WHERE ARE THEY?” a voice thundered through the throne room. “Where the Hel are my arrogant, troublesome, unruly, infantile sons!”

A red-faced stately man, with a full white beard and gleaming armor rushed to stand before his throne and slammed the base of his golden staff upon the floor. It reverberated through the entire room and your every bone. You felt a primal kind of fear, and could barely breathe. Instinctively, you tried to hide your much shorter body behind the two towering brothers, but to no avail.

Odin's scathing blue eye, found you quickly and bored through you. The Allfather shouted, “Why is that HUMAN in my throne room, or in Asgard, for that matter? What are you ungrateful shits playing at now? Which one of you has done this?”

Just when you felt about to dart away or pass out in abject terror, a melodic feminine voice reached your ears, slicing like a subtle knife through the high tension. “I have, husband,” the regal woman said, pushing effortlessly past her husband, and gliding down the steps to where the three of you stood like confused students who had landed in the principal's office.

She waved a hand wordlessly, commanding her sons to step away from you. You felt a clutch of panic in your throat as Loki relinquished his grasp, leaving you exposed and small in a world of gods. The queen smiled sweetly to you, said your name slowly, deliberately, then said, “Welcome to Asgard, child. I am Frigga, the Allmother.”

Unsure of what to do or say, you curtsied to the best of your ability in jeans and said, “Your Majesty, I'm honored.”

She gave you a knowing smirk and a wink (so much like Loki's that it made you feel immediately more at ease and familiar). “I apologize profusely for the behavior of the men of this royal house.” She gave a warning glare to both her sons and her husband. “Shame on all of you!” To your surprise, all three of them readily deferred to Frigga's judgment of them, heads hung in embarrassment.

She held your hand with her bejeweled fingers. “I wanted to meet you, my dear, and it will be my pleasure to speak with you soon. For now, please allow my ladies in waiting to attend to you. For now I must attend to some family matters.”

“Yes...yes ma'am,” you said, with another little curtsy.

Loki rushed to your side and kissed your hand, saying quickly, “It'll all be just fine, darling. I promise. Just relax.”

Unsure what else to do, and completely disoriented by this entire chain of events, all you could do was nod as the ladies whisked you away.

----

As soon as the human girl was out of earshot, Odin continued, “You idiot children and your stupid...”

“Oh shut up, Odin, you old windbag,” Frigga said with annoyance, and he immediately obeyed. She turned to the princes, arms crossed. “My sons, I know you've both been up to some mischief among the Midgardians, is that correct?”

Thor stuttered out, “Loki was...”

“I said 'you both', Thor. I'm not a fool.”

Thor hung his head like a scolded Labrador.

“Yes, Mother,” Loki said, “I'm afraid we have. It was all meant in good fun. Just a silly bet between us and it seems to have gotten rather out of hand. I apologize and take responsibility.”

All three of them stared at Loki, wide-eyed with overwhelming shock. They expected many things from Loki, but never a direct and sincere apology.”

Thor said, “Norns, you mean it, don't you? What happened to you on Earth?”

Loki rolled his eyes at his brother, but blushed nonetheless.

Frigga nodded knowingly, “And have either of you harmed or killed any mortals in the course of this...prank?”

“No, mother,” they answered in unison, as if they were 8 years old again.

“Alright. And Loki, have you made amends for any chaos you might have caused on Midgard? Have you done at least some good works as penance?”

“I...I think so, Mother. I hope I've done enough. But you might ask the human her opinion on that matter.”

Frigga smiled and nodded with a twinkle in her eye. Like her son, she was impossible to fool; a powerful sorceress, raised by witches. “And so I shall.”

She stepped closer to Odin, whose face had now calmed down to something approaching flesh tone rather than an apple. Offering her hand gently to him, she said, “Husband, I think that is enough of this matter, isn't it. Might we simply call the whole affair settled? Are there not more important matters to attend to than this squabble?”

Odin sighed. “Indeed, my sagacious wife, your wisdom always seems to win the day. And in any case, I can deny you nothing. So be it.” He kissed her hand then began to leave before turning back to his boys with softened eyes. “My sons, I am glad to see you again. I...I was concerned for you both. Please, desist with this foolishness, for the sake of an old man who no longer finds it entertaining.”

They both smirked and said, “Yes, Father.”

----

“Well,” Thor said, looking to Frigga and Loki, “that could have gone worse,” and shrugged.

Loki sighed out, “Thor you are an insufferable imbecile,” but pronounced it with a fond smile.

He winked and smiled in return. “You're just jealous. Farewell, brother,” he declared sauntering away.

Once it was only Loki and his mother, he hugged her and said softly, “I've missed you. Thank you for placating him...again.”

She pinched his sharp cheek playfully. “You're lucky I love you so much, my sly little raven. Come with me, we're not finished talking yet. I want you to tell me about this girl.”

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[softforloki]

Hopes for Loki Season 2

Really hope that Loki season 2 goes a little into the history of the time periods and places they're going, because they may accidentally stumble into one of my hyper fixations.

Because these guys are at the World's Columbian Exhibition, also known as the World's Fair.

And I happen to know about the World Fair, because it was the ground for serial killer H. H. Holmes, who used the World Fair to target people who came to Chicago to see it. He had a hotel which he literally named The World Fair Hotel to get people to stay there during their visits, and though many accounts are likely exaggerated, it was considered a "Murder Castle". Different accounts describe it as maze-like, with hidden rooms, gas chambers, peepholes to watch guests, and a furnace in the basement where Holmes would burn the bodies of his victims. However, little of this is known as absolute fact, as Holmes was dishonest during his trial and confession, and the hotel was burned by an unknown arsonist and a post office was built in its place.

There's a chance we get something similar to the D.B. Cooper scene in season one where it's a little history lesson for the audience about a not widely known and unexplained crime. I'm really hoping that either Mobius and Loki actually meet H. H. Holmes, or there's a scene where Mobius talks about him a little and is like "okay here's really what happened."

I could go into heavy detail about this man and his crime spree and just how the whole case was equal parts horrific and bizarre, but we'd be here for hours. If you want to know more, here's a quick article I found that covers the case pretty well.

In any case, hyped for season two. Whether or not they go into detail about this specific person, it looks like history nerds are going to be fed well this season with all the time travel that's actually centered on Earth in the past.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Re:Trans!D.B. Cooper- Well, in the MCU, Loki was D.B. Cooper. (It was a practical joke. Thor's idea.)

I mean hey technically Loki's gender is ??????? so!

[magpie-murder]

i don't like the loki show but i will admit. i do find the D.B. Cooper thing hilarious

[okilokiwithpurpose]

8 (more or less angsty but that need a happy ending) post-s2 Lokius prompts/ideas:

Mobius going on a dangerous quest to find something powerful enough to replace Loki as a lifesource for the multiversal tree...with Loki unable to do anything beside witness all the risks Mobius takes to try and set them free.

Every 10 (or 50 or 100) years, the multiversal tree is proving able to survive on its one for one full day. Every 10 (or 50 or 100 years), Loki is thus free to join Mobius (on earth, the TVA,...) and spend an entire day with him.

Thor/The Avengers realising every time branches are infused with Loki's magic and wrongly concluding Loki must have something to do with the rising multiversal wars. They find a way to reach the end of times where Loki sits on his throne (!), don't believe Loki's explanations (isn't Loki a liar after all?) and set on destroying them. That is until Mobius (who managed to follow the avenging hero(es)?) steps in and tells them to stop!! (something something Mobius standing in front of Loki and refusing to get out of the way...)

Time branches unexpectedly starting to die again, and the TVA has no idea why. Their best bet? Something is happening to Loki! Are they getting weaker? Exhausted? Wounded? Is somebody (Ravonna?) attacking them? Whatever it is, they need to find out, both for the Multiverse and for Loki's sake! Of course they contact Mobius who doesn't need much convincing to help...

Multiple Kang variants discovering time/dimensional travel and starting wars that result in the destruction of time branches. Only Loki is now essentially bond to the multiversal tree and each branch dying is like a limb being torn apart. Somehow, Mobius finds out (or can feel it) and is desperate to bring Loki support.

Multiple Kang variants are waging war in order to control the Multiverse. One of them realise Loki is fueling the Multiversal tree at the end of time and decide that to rule over the Multiverse, the best way is to control Loki. And to control Loki, they decide the best way is to get their hands on Mobius...

Loki being unable to communicate with an increasingly depressed Mobius but still managing to send little signs his way (a key lime pie in a shop window, a book about D.B. Cooper in the library, strange shadows taking the shape of horns, a salad seasoned too badly for it to be an accident...) in hopes he understands he isn't alone and Loki hasn't forgotten about him.

Mobius finds a way to get to Loki the end of of times. Only, when he finds them, Loki as all but merged with the Multiversal tree. The branches are all around him, blending into his body, framing his face. Their eyes are closed (or lost in the distance) and no matter hard loud Mobius cries, pleads, begs, they stay utterly unresponsive. Of course Mobius won't give up; he'll bring Loki back to their senses, and find a way to break them free!!! (kinda sleeping beauty vibes here?)

Also the "new" time radiation being harmless to Mobius because Loki is fuelling them and they are soulmates and all that...

[darsynia]

Pascal's Wager (Brodinsons oneshot)

Summary: There was no challenge in conquering a primitive, superstitious race. When Thor argues that Midgard has become much more advanced a realm, perhaps even so far as to reject belief in either of their divinity, Loki is intrigued. Then, his earnest oaf of a brother suggests a wager.

Word Count/Warnings: 1,100 | none

Written shortly after watching the first episode of Loki; as a true crime fan I was delighted by the idea of the trickster god as D.B. Cooper, and wanted to come up with the circumstances. @thorfics this is for you!

MASTERLIST | MCU MASTERLIST

Pascal’s Wager: Humans bet with their lives whether or not God truly exists.

It took a thousand years for Loki to find Thor’s favorite of the nine realms interesting enough to bother with. Compared with life on Asgard, Midgard was dull, full of lesser beings with lesser imaginations who had only very recently dragged themselves out of complete mediocrity. What good was conquering a race of filthy, groveling worms when their most lavish palace had no means beyond his own powers to heat it comfortably? He’d visited every hundred years or so and left disappointed in the complete lack of challenge.

Midgard would be his someday, but only once the conquest mattered.

Thor, though… Thor delighted in the accursed place, even back when they were both young and the humans were only just starting to question their long-held ignorance. How ironic that their pathetic consensus grew to exclude magic as something that truly existed, even as an actual god walked among them, imbued with it? Then again, Thor had never been a showman of the sort that would preserve belief in the mystical. His strengths were as grounded as his fancies were not; and when Loki saw that gleam in his eye which signaled a return to Midgard, he simply couldn’t resist.

“Off to your pet planet again, brother? Tell me, how have you been able to resist teaching those squealing sows the means to harness electricity? Doesn’t it gall you to be fawned on by a people who fear the very essence of your power?”

“Not at all,” Thor said pleasantly. He rested a large hand on the balcony column and looked out over the landscape below them, nodding toward it. “Asgard’s beauty is unmatched, but Midgard has a raw excitement that comes from being so young. And you’re wrong-- a good deal of them have access to electricity now. It’s a very different place.”

Loki sniffed disdainfully. “Still far too eager to believe in an all-powerful god who will rescue them from their pitiful folly?”

“Some, maybe,” Thor allowed. “Why? Are you looking for an excuse not to follow through with your childhood dream? Loki, the God-Emperor of Midgard?”

Of course Thor would put it that way. Loki had been quite shocked to discover on his first visit to the wretched place that the glorious culmination of his boyhood goal was so easily achievable as to be practically worthless. Within an hour of his contact with humans, he’d been treated with frightened deference, as was appropriate, but it had all gone downhill from there. Oh, the regional warlord had offered the Lord Loki his humble abode, but it had been humble. No gold to be found, not even gold leaf. None of the chairs had been sturdy. It had been cold and dark, and the act of providing his own illumination had prompted fully half of the assembled crowd to flee in abject terror.

Fear was to be expected, but over proper lighting for a feast? Not that what had been served could be described as such. No, Loki had told his supplicants that they were profoundly unworthy and left in disgust.

“Come now, you know there’s no sweetness in an easy conquest,” Loki said. It was a rebuke. His brother found much sweetness in such a thing, when the fight was about desire rather than dominion.

“I doubt it has been easy for a while, Loki. Midgard is a bustle of technology, primitive though it may be. Tarry too much longer and you may find yourself in need of help to achieve your goals.”

That piqued his interest. “Really?”

“Indeed. I’d wager you’d find it difficult to find even one human willing to believe you’re a god worth bowing to, much less a kingdom’s worth,” Thor said. He strode over and reached for one of the apples in the silver basket at the center of the table Loki was reclining beside. With a quick gesture, Loki drew the apple to his own hand using his magic, conjuring up a squat pine cone of like shape to replace it. Thor grabbed the pine cone and immediately dropped it, shaking his hand with a muttered oath.

“Are you trying to imply I’m too slow?” Loki asked him, biting into the apple. It was sour, the inside rotten, but another infusion of magic concealed that inconvenient fact from his brother.

“I am,” Thor stated confidently. “Your reputation there is thin as rabbit’s blood by now. All they remember are your tricks, your unreliability.” Thor grinned, that characteristic vitality and puppy-like joy shining through his blue eyes.

“You fail to provide one measly harvest after a volcano and suddenly it’s all negative press,” Loki sighed, tossing the rotten apple over the balcony’s edge. “Ahh, well. That just shows I’m willing to punish unbelievers.” He stood and tapped a thin finger on his chin thoughtfully. “You say they’ve advanced, yet still hold to some of the old ways? What about luxury?”

“You’re still sore about the lack of palaces, aren’t you? Should have dropped by a few centuries ago. Opulence and fashion--”

“Human opulence is almost certainly lacking in proper sanitation,” Loki interrupted, but Thor’s eyes were closed, caught up in the memory.

“--low necklines, long skirts, and quite a few disused hallways. There’s worship, and then there’s worship.”

“How stimulating for you,” Loki said. “Before you devolve into describing exactly how you wielded your hammer, are you serious about this bet of yours? Tell me what it entails, I grow weary of your pontificating.”

“You wanted two things, did you not? Subjects who believed in your godhood and fitness to rule, and what? A proper castle from which to rule?” Thor asked, crossing his massive arms. “What say we each try for the first, and once one of us succeeds in gaining followers, the other must furnish the second, paid for with Midgardian means. No magic, no trickery.”

“Come now,” Loki chuckled, spreading his hands out in an amused plea. “That’s hardly fair. You, who cannot properly employ trickery, banning its use? If that’s the case, I’ll set forth an interdiction against feats of strength.”

“You’re saying I cannot build the palace myself, and you cannot conjure it? I accept,” Thor said. “The loser must earn the funds with which to construct his brother’s palace. The Midgardian way. Is it agreed?”

Thor had not outlawed using magic to create belief. The image of his regal brother using Mjölnir to work in a dark, dirty mine was quite glorious.

“It is agreed,” Loki said with a slow, satisfied smile.