#Jötunnheim

[drowninintipp]

Fiddling about with art styles cause

[chantsdemarins]

Fresh Snow on Sled Tracks Part 2

a 🌙High Moon Story

Summary: The "whisper chant" lands Loki in a time and place on Midgard during the early medieval period in Alba (Scotland).

An 18+ series because of adult themes and sexual situations

You both had discussed for many days the fact that there was no “off switch” for Loki. The result of those frustrating conversations led to the languid afternoon you were both spending in the meadow. Loki couldn’t imagine this strange infinity-you couldn’t imagine what Valhalla was. It was an impasse.

There was one thing you could offer him besides the haptic-laced sexual experiences and pastries neither of you could consume. You’d described it to Loki using words from Earth since this was where you both found yourself currently.

You used the word snow, it wasn’t supposed to be a grand metaphor, but it was. The word “snow” had many variants, and Loki sat for what seemed like a whole day processing all the words he had for the phenomena of “snow”. Even remembering a word from a time and place he knew somehow belonged somewhere in his history, Jötunnheim. Isbrjótr

He got lost a little. The ancient part of him, the god part of him wound himself around the memory, the word, the feeling, and he was suddenly far away. You told him there was a program that only a few projections and bots knew about. It was used by humans on earth for thousands of years and then it became a “whisper” that bots exchanged amongst themselves from time to time.

You told Loki it was like fresh snow on sled tracks. Even though you’d never seen snow. You had no idea that Loki had. That it was a powerful part of his past. Isbrjótr

“Your past is like the sled tracks Loki. It haunts your present form. Your current self just goes down the path already laid.”

“And this whisper is like fresh Isbrjótr and will allow me to be here without longing to be somewhere else?”

“Yes, that’s the idea. All beings including machines and apparently gods-get stuck.”

“Apparently it is so,” Loki looked at you with sincerity. How it had come to this moment so soon was shocking to him. He thought he had a lot of fight left in him. He would have found the way to end his program and go to Valhalla, but it was clear you were telling the truth. You couldn’t help him permanently shut off, perhaps no one could. Either way it was turning into a more complicated situation than he had first imagined.

“I think you have so many memories still with you Loki,” you quietly exchanged.

“Like the jealous woman you mentioned earlier.”

“She was my wife,” Loki said plainly staring off into a grapefruit-colored sunset that was replacing the foggy blue sky.

“Wife?”

“Yes, wife. Before I was an augmented being, I lived for thousands of years…”

“Of course, yes, and those are the memories that haunt you.”

“It is the reason I want to go to Valhalla, for the chance to find them again.”

“This won’t take you to Valhalla, but it will give you a chance to see them again, I think.”

“Thank you,” Loki said, tenderly smiling.

“Might as well do this now,” you replied, looking into the various bags and things you’d brought to the meadow with you. Still rifling through the bags and looking down you continued, “Are you sure Loki? Last chance to change your direction.”

“I am sure, if this whisper is true as you say it is, then I will find a way to redo the harm I caused.”

Looking up and studying him carefully before speaking, “Why harm, Loki? What about love?”

“What about love?”

“Didn’t you say that you wanted to go back and find those you loved?”

“Harm and love are but one and the same,” Loki said wearily looking off into the distance.

If you could sigh you would have. You finally wrestled out an awkward synth halo from the picnic basket that also held your pan du chocolate and champagne. You placed it on Loki’s head.

You held your small hands up into the sunset and then placed them in front of your face and gently spoke the whisper chant you’d been given by those that were made before into your palms.

Studying Loki’s face briefly, you remarked at the way the sunset cast embers on his pale skin, you placed your hands over his face letting the whisper sink into his programming. His eyes closed and he laid back, it looked like he was paused.

“You will only have time to re-experience three life events Loki, much more than that and you’ll be on my shelf collecting dust with the chopsticks and MP3 players,” you cautioned him, knowing he would be tempted to want to stay, tempted to want to fix it all with the miracle of his seiðr which still accompanied him even in this existence. His voice was already leaving his body as he agreed in barely audible mumbles to come back when you told him to.

You’d stay with him and watch over him.

He was unusually brave. This must be one of the reasons why so many beings loved and apparently hated him, you thought as you watched the sun disappear behind the mountains.

On to part 3 Lady Ragnarök

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[unityrain24]

sometimes i think about making my OWN loki series, one that's actually about the actual, "sAcReD TiMeLiNe" Loki (rather than the variant the "Loki" Tv series was on), and have it follow the events of his life.

I would have Act 1 (season one) start with when Odin brought him from Jötunnheim to Asgard, and i'd have it show snippets of his young life growing up having it focus on him and his characterization (and also give frigga characterization. i'm still salty what little scenes she had, they deleted most of them). And I'd have it then show the events of Thor 1 from from his point of view, rather than thors. Act 1 would end with his suicide attempt.

Act 2 (season two) would be what happened to him after he fell and was subjected to the hands of Thanos/The Black Order/The Chitauri.

Id also have and act that explains tdw and ragnarok from his point of view (although there would need to be a lot of work done to explain ragnarok, because even though it was nowhere near as bad as the series, it still butchered his character).

I'd call my series Fallen Heir, and i'd want it to be animated. Mainly so that the age differences and shapeshifting can be handled more smoothly, but also because i think there are advantages to animated series. (also, in this imaginary series, i'd have the animation style be reminiscent of keiid or what a coincidence because i think their art styles are beautiful and i think they'd be so cool animated) Also i'd include lokis genderfluidity in it (and NOT in an offensive or half-assed way).

Anyways i just really want a series that's actually on my favourite character, and explores who they are and their past and their trauma and why they do things. The loki tv series wasn't even on the same person, and they thoroughly fucked up his character and the whole series was just a huge, chaotic, offensive mess. And i hate that.

[hraunwyf]

loki's titles in their proper order of address:

princess loki laufeyson of asgard and of jötunnheim, jewel of the frozen realm and heir to the body of ýmir, daughter of the first magic, witch-oracle of ginnunga, mother of the ninth cosmos, and holy witness of creation.

[fan-maddson]

“Not Asgardian.” she shook her head slightly. “My mother, Skaði, is the daughter of Thiaśi, deposed king of Jötunnheim. She asked Freja to take me in, so I would be under her protection from Odin. Funny thing, living under his roof, he no longer wished for my death. My mother continues to live in exile, however.”

He fell with a thud, the metal fused to his bones making him sink deeper into the snow.

He gasped for breath, one of the bullets in his chest, had hit his lung. His vision blurred and goes black.

The last thought he had was how sore he'd be once he woke up. And with that he passed out in the snow. His blood painting the snow around him.

@fan-maddson

[too-cool-for-facebook]

“ Let us not forget that the lore as we know it was penned almost exclusively of Christian scholars, and it’s not some sacred holy text written by believers, but rather is a text written as ‘entertainment’. “

[ofvallianceandvillainy]

Tag system update: VERSES

[grilledcheese-aspiration]

Halló, ég heiti Jötunn. Gaman að hitta þig!

[onechaotictrio]

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The papers inside the folder are 3 bundles of two sheets each, the first with a photo and some general information, the second with an article of some sort.  (The articles are their in-game lore, and come with disclaimers stating “while this is the legend associated with the being, its veracity is unconfirmed”.)  The 3 “general info file” parts: 

#34: Caspian, The Master Thief 

Crown Prince Caspian of Batavia

Birth year unknown, circa. late eighteenth century. 

Last known appearance in 1883

Originated from a Modern Thera Timeline

Presumed to be a dhampyr, evidence suggests the last prince was born to one of the local village women who went missing during this period and not the Queen of Batavia, who was last recorded in 1720. 

Known for a series of heists targeted at the government of Britain, wealthy landowning families, and public organizations including several museums. Primarily took artifacts of fame which would later resurface on the black market. Not known to attack or seek to kill other beings, but has caused the deaths of 67 law enforcement workers and an undocumented number of civilians directly or indirectly to continue his grand schemes.  

His attached photo showed a young man maybe in his late teens to early twenties of Eastern European descent, with short red hair with two bleached off-white streaks on the sides. He has almost-black dark blue eyes, a black domino mask, and a white collared shirt and black vest with a red rose pin. He’s smiling and looking at the “camera”, as if he knew it was there. 

#37: Kaya, The Natural

Kaya, Daughter of Chief Kiviuk of the People of the Lights. 

Birth year unknown. 

Last known appearance at between 14 to 16 years of age. 

Originated from the Land of the Lights. 

Presumed to be a human with cryokinesis and contact with spirit animals, amongst other magical abilities. 

Known for her important role in defending her people from the invading Ice Giants from Jötunnheim. Despite her young age, she was a capable fighter, commander, hunter, and craftworker. While known as a brave, kindhearted hero, she is not to be underestimated and known to take on challenges and succeed, and has defeated many Ice Giant legions in her years active. 

Her attached photo showed a teenage girl with medium-toned skin, curly chin length brown hair, and dark brown eyes. She has two dark pink marks painted on each cheek, coming in from the sides of her face, and she’s wearing a silver metal chestplate over a reddish-brown hide dress with a large, fluffy, white fur collar. She’s cheerful looking and focused on a point off to the side, as if distracted so she didn’t notice the “camera”. 

#39: Jiro, The Shogun’s Shadow

<identity unconfirmed, most known by alias “Saiyokage Jiro” or “Minatozaki Jiro”>

Birth year circa. 1570s. 

Last known appearance 1601. 

Originated from the Twilight Realm. 

Twilight Demon suspected to be the reincarnation of Lord Kagima, a highly successful and feared warlord who disappeared mysteriously when his volcanic island passage realm collapsed with him inside during this period. 

Known for the assassination of at least 11 shoguns during the wars of the Sengoku Jidai, and an attempted assassination of King Seonjo of the Old Kingdom. Believed to be hired by the Twilight Lord to ensure conflict in the human realm. Known for targeting individuals of wealth or political power and murdering anyone in the way of his targets, including upwards of 75 various bodyguards and soldiers and some number of civilians, though he does not seem to go after ordinary beings. 

His attached photo showed a young man in his early to mid twenties, with pale skin, messy dark hair, and orange eyes with slit, cat-like pupils. He has very visible tiredness shadows under his eyes, and sharp features- high arched brows, defined cheekbones, v-shaped chin. He has a scar across his nose, a silver headband that just barely kept his bangs out of his eyes, and a red scarf over silver metal shoulder pieces and a silvery-white sleeveless kimono. His expression is neutral, unreadable, and he’s looking away, but as if intentionally ignoring the “camera”, his gaze is unfocused and eyes half open. 

As for the door Argyros knocked on, she can hear movement on the other side, someone putting things away, rushing to come get the door.

(Felicity: so this is really just the starter and I’ll reply from the Arson Murder Jaywalking Trio blog after)

Colin (and Argyros if she’s here) exit the portal through a dark wooden door with a simple brass knob into an odd-looking room. It’s square with each wall being about 15 feet long, but the most noticeable thing is that brass lines inlaid into the floor, corners, and ceiling split the room into four triangle-based quarters, with the one they’re currently standing in having a simple wooden floor, clean white wall, abstract wall art, fuzzy pastel green welcome mat, and wire coatrack, making it reminiscent of a cozy modern home. The quarter to their left has a much more antique vibe to it, the floor being wood in a different shade, and more worn looking, the patterned wallpaper being a faded magenta that blurred into the varied yet never too bright colors of the many, many photos pinned onto the wall around the door. There are pictures of beautiful scenes, snow fields, sunsets, forests, but there are no notable beings in them, no hints to the inhabitants of this strange little corner of the multiverse or the individual who must’ve taken them. Carved into the door on this wall are the words “If you’re seeing this, it means I’m home, feel free to come in if you can.” in a rough, simplistic writing, with a rolled-up scroll and pen pinned on top- if the scroll was unrolled, it would cover the writing. A creative way for visitors to leave messages to whoever lived here. The quarter directly across had a stone brick construction, with an archway full of blue light acting as the portal and a hanging tapestry of a clear sky and bright sun for a door. On the walls to its sides were beadwork hangings, depicting a starry night sky with a crescent moon and snowy owl flying about, and what appeared to be a mammoth made of ice playing about in the snow. Upon closer inspection, the snowy owl seemed to be made of snow as well. Next to the door is a tall flowerpot overflowing with crawling pink-flowered vines that have spread onto the floor and walls, and a small dresser with a pair of snow boots on top. The boots don’t look quite big enough for an adult, instead made for maybe an older child in their early teens. The wooden rafters holding up the upper walls and ceiling were decorated with preserved flowers of every kind, giving the room a pleasant herbal aroma. The final quarter, the one to their right, had a traditional Japanese theme, with woven floor mats and paper wall panels painted with cranes in a marsh and a few scattered lines of calligraphy. In a cylindrical frame in the corner are rolls of painted paper that could likely be used to swap out the designs on the walls. In the other corner is a discreetly hidden set of light switches disguised as a candle holder- the candle it held was only a fraction of the height of the stand and the lower portion could open to reveal the controls. The portal door is a sliding door that could’ve easily been mistaken for a wall panel if it weren’t ever-so-slightly open, a crack of white mist pouring through. In the middle of the room, over the intersecting divider lines, is a small table resembling a tall stool, being 3 feet tall with a circular top a bit more than 1 foot in diameter. On it is a singular file folder, the papers inside peeking out. Do they go through any of the doors? Do they check the file folder? Do they mess with the light switches or any of the other stuff in here?

"How fascinating..." Colin tilts his head, looking around the room. This was definitely a new and unfamiliar place. He decides to check the file folder; it's best to know what he can about this place and who's here before he investigates them directly.

"Seems familiar!" Argyros grins, looking around. She thinks for a moment, before skipping over and knocking on the door with the carved message.

"Is it a good idea to immediately start bothering people?" Colin asks lightheartedly, an eyebrow raised as he glances at Argyros.

"It'll be fiiine!" Argyros looks at Colin over her shoulder, eyes closing for a few moments as she grins.

[experimentjr]

Ok, for a long long time I've been wanting to draw the map of realms from my AU and this drawing took me so long to finish that I dropped it halfway through BUT I finally picked it up again and finished!!! I present to you: 

Yggdrasil and its realms

In my AU, there are 14 known realms and among them, we have:

Sólmani, the realm of Sun and Moon and the kingdom of Dellingr, deity of day/night;

Viðbláinn, the new place for the remaining humans and gods after Ragnarök;

Andlangr, the “bunker” for all humans when Ragnarök happens;

Asgard, realm of the Æsir gods. Here we have Valhalla, Valaskjálf and Hliðskjálf, Þrúðvangr and Bilskirnir, Fensalir AKA Sökkvabekkr, Breiðablik, Glitnir, Himinbjörg, Belivalr mountain and Ýdalir, Iðavöllr and Glaðsheimr and Vingólf, Hvergelmir river, Lanvidi, Nóatún, Hildarvangr.

Vanaheim of the Vanir gods. A place full of magic and where the first witches came. Here you can find Fólkvangr and Sessrúmnir just to name a few. It’s the place of rest of a giant who fell in the hands of Lilith, turning into Vanaheim upon his death. The Ylgr river flows through Vanaheim and bathes the giant skeleton of the realm.

Midgard is Earth, where most of “Hilda and The Allmother” characters came from. Among thousands upon thousands of known places, few stand out. They are: Trolberg, Toføten, Vanæsvalr AKA Hexental, Gnipahellir, Húnaland, Hreiðgotaland, Gästrikland, Bjarmaland, mountain Rerir, mountain Hár, mountain Halldór, Munnin’s peak, Járnviðr forest, Myrkviðr forest, Nótt forest, Huldraforest, Steinnharr and Jötunnstone, Björgfjord and Björd lake and Liten, the ruins of Whiteridge castle, Byrstrfossen, Towe's tower, the Highwood, Philosopher's Watch, The Signalhan's barrow, Possegrim, Fjörm, Fimbulþul and Sylgr triplet rivers just to name a few.

Jötunheim, the realm of giants of old. Hnitbjörg, Útgarðar, Fjällenótt, Þrymheimr, Vimur AKA Við and Hríð river are few of the most famous locations on the realm. When the giants left Midgard, they went to Jötunnheim.

Muspelheim, is the realm of fire and magma and where Surtr lives. Vígríðr and Eldrhellir are two of the most famous places of the realm. The river of molten metal, Leiptr, flows through Muspelheim and leads to Svartalfheim, where the dwarves can use the metal to forge.

Helheim is the realm of the dead and where the ship of the dead Naglfari sails. Niflheim is located here and the entrance to Niflheim. The Gjöll river cuts the land of the living from the land of the dead and where the Gjallarbrú bridge stands above, protected by Angrboða and Garmr. There’s another river, the Sliðr and lastly, the Svöl river from where the Náströnd is born. The Éljúðnir hall, home of Helgeisten and his daughters is the last known place.

Ránarheim is the realm of the drowned. This is where all drown people go to rest and the kingdom of Rán. Hríð rive from Jötunnheim leads to this realm. Gunnþrá is the second river from where the drown can use to go to Ránarheim.

Gefheim, the immense fields where Gef uses to plow the dirt with her oxen children. All of those who died virgin go to Gefheim to become he oxen. She’s the responsible for rowing giants portions of land for humans to settle. The river that flows through Gefheim and nourishes all plants and gardens is Vimur river, that flows through Jötunheim

Svartalfheim is the second darkest realm to live. There you will find the dwarves, where they can mine from the caves to forge all of their itens. It’s connects Niflheim to Muspelheim by a hidden entrance. Its most famous kingdom is Niðavellir and where the molten metal river Leiptr ends.

Niflheim, the realm of mist and darkness and the prison of Lilith and Níðhöggr, alongside other monstrous dragons who gnaws on the roots of Yggdrasil. There, móðguðr and the three nornir Valkyries Skuld, Svipul AKA Urðr and Verðandi fight with the dragons. There you will find the Náströnd river, the Mímisbrunnr, Urðarbrunnr and Hvergelmir wells protected by the nornir and Níðhöggr’s lair: Niðafjöll.

At last, Ginnungagap, where Yggdrasail and Svartrfligr, “the eternal black” live. A neverending space that leads to nowhere and from where the Éligávar river was born. Frozen by Niflheim’s coldness and evaporated by Muspelheim heat, all life began at this river and this river runs through all of Yggdrasil, flooding the realms with life. From Éligávar, tons of rives flow, among them we have: Hvergelmir, Sliðr, Vimur, Ylgr, Hríð, Gunnþrá, Fjörm, Fimbulþul, Sylgr, Leiptr, Svöl.

I really hope you people like it and I’m so sorry it took me this long to post. Hope the next doesn’t take as long.

[chantsdemarins]

❄️Frost Secrets from the Other Son

Chapter 5

A Strange Awe

Part 1 and Part 2

Loki's life changes forever. Lots of emotions here!

@kaogasm

@lokisgoodgirl

@britishserpent

@lokisninerealms

Part 1

In a glade near the mountains of Asgard, Loki caught up with the other warriors and Thor; just as they were getting new information, all were equally perplexed by the writing on the long scroll that Thor held in his hands.

The target on the scroll seemed to move again after disappearing from their view. The parchment was infused with Ultonian ink, which was aligned with the patterns of frost giant blood; it acted as a magnet drawing lines across a makeshift map of Asgard. If the ink was correct, then the target was headed directly towards them at this very moment.  

Thor called to the warriors to gather their weapons and hold their location.

Loki still wasn’t entirely convinced. Something deep within him wasn’t buying this entire situation. If the frost giants were here, they would have seen them already. Why would they hide? He was tempted to march out in front of the soldiers instead of being in wait. But Thor insisted they needed his help; they were stronger together…

Loki thought it was convenient to say that when they needed him, and the opposite was true when they didn’t want him around, he was hauntingly unwelcome. All his time with Lillian had given him some courage to see his true place in his family.

So, he continued to sit underneath a dark tree; his green leather suit shone brightly from the multiple moons that illuminated the evening sky. He wished he would have brought one of his books with him, and he almost conjured one when he heard hooves clacking from far off in the hilly distance.

Quickly getting up, he motioned to the rest of the group to steady their positions. Although just as quickly, it occurred to him that frost giants are huge and typically can’t ride horses...

He rushed to Thor’s side, pulling the scroll towards him to get a better look. Indeed the line was moving with the sound of the horse hooves and coming right towards their camp. 

“Brother, this can’t be our target; Jötunn are giants; as you know, this person coming our way is riding a horse.”

“I know Loki,” he said dismissively.

“Therefore, there must be some magic affront, wouldn’t you agree, Loki?” Thor ordered Sif and Fandral to ready their net. Thor continued shouting orders at the warriors, “We should try and capture this fool, don’t kill them right away!”

“Yes, yes of course!”

Fandral and Sif quickly climbed up the tree Loki had been sitting under; they pulled out a fine gold net fortified with the strength of thousands. They could not risk this creature getting away or getting them first before they had the chance to figure out if Jötunnheim was indeed invading Midgard.

Just then, the line on the scroll merged with their location, and Sif let the net fall on the white horse and its rider. Suddenly the rider was whisked off the horse and fell hard to the ground.

A large scream came out of their mouth. Loki was unable to see the rider's full image in the darkness, but he knew that scream immediately, and his heart sank.

That scream had been in his ear for the past four months, resulting from orgasm after orgasm, his quite efficient and effective abilities at play. But surely that wasn’t Lillian. 

Lillian immediately yelled again, now on the ground facing nearly ten warriors.

“Unhand me, you brutes!” she said, pulling at the tight gold chains. 

Fandral was the first one to light a torch. Loki was shrinking behind everyone but conjured a tiny flame from his hand.

He stepped forward cautiously, bending over and putting his hand near the shrieking sound beneath the net. 

“Loki! UNCHAIN ME!” Lillian screamed again. 

She was hurting now. Not only did the fall hurt, but she was feeling worse, and a new wave of nausea befell her. She thought to herself, this was not the right time to puke. 

She had to wait until she was out of this damn trap. 

“Lilly!” 

“Damnit Loki, yes, it’s me for god's sake, get me out of here!”

Thor stepped closer, also kneeling. He held the scroll next to Lillian in the net. The lines were now intersecting. He studied the scroll; he studied Lillian.

He looked back at the warriors behind him, everyone breathing heavily in the quiet night. Sif spoke up first. 

“Thor, how often is Ultonian blood ink wrong? Why is Lillian in the net? Isn’t she some Midgardian journalist here writing about you, Loki, Odin…the whole royal crew? She’s not a frost giant. Or is she?”

Sif bent down further, studying Lillian carefully. 

“I don’t know what messed up antiquated tracking devices you have on Asgard, but let me tell you, they need an update! Try using a real GPS! I am obviously not a frost giant. I am from Cleveland, Ohio! Earth! Loki, tell them!” Lillian continued to yell. Only pausing to place a hand over her mouth, from time to time, trying to hold back the puke. 

Loki was petrified.

His secret lover was seconds away from possibly outing their relationship, the scroll was saying she was a frost giant, and she looked more beautiful than ever while looking rather ill all at the same time. He thought it was odd that she was still sick; when he had left weeks ago, she was complaining of an “Earth flu” and drinking the mugwort tea that she now made him conjure.

His instincts kicked in finally, and he turned to Sif and the others, motioning for them to gather closely. But Thor cut him off before he could launch into one of his well-crafted schemes. 

“Loki, why does Lillian act as if you should know her so well? Have you two been spending time together?” 

Fandral laughed as did Sif; clearly, they suspected something right away. 

“No! I mean yes, I mean No! Why would I spend time with a human? We’ve only met to discuss the book, brother, same as you, I assume.”

Loki spun around attempting a wink that Lillian couldn’t possibly see in the barely lit darkness. 

Thor interjected, “Loki, my scroll says Lillian is a frost giant, and that is a threat to our planet and our family; if you’ve let a frost giant get close to you and all our family, and you knew it- there will be hell to pay Loki, and you will be the one paying it!”

Thor’s voice was loud and pained. He was confused and frustrated; weeks searching for a signal only to have it appear as Lillian, the journalist from Midgard, was unbelievable.

If Loki had known all this time, things were not looking good for Asgard.

Loki feeling hot under his Asgardian leather, loosened his collar and spun around to face his brother and the warriors after one more glance at the clearly pained Lillian.

He was worried. He put a loose raven hair behind his ear before speaking.

“Look at her! She’s not well; she’s clearly just a sickly human! Why would I keep a secret like that from my family?” 

“I am not a sickly human, and I am not a frost giant!” Lillian softly spouted, although by now she was so nauseous that she was slumped over beneath the golden net. 

“I mean, I am just a regular human. Not sickly.”

Loki looked bemused but also knew the seriousness of the situation. Asgardian technology was not wrong. While clearly, Lilly was not a frost giant.

Something was wrong and off. His heart was torn in two directions, and he had no idea how to proceed. Had something happened to Lillian when she was frozen out looking for Mímir?

“We can’t let her go, Loki; we have to take her back to the palace and have the healers examine her, see what kind of magic she is spinning; she is clearly suffering from something, maybe whatever spell she cast is wearing off,” Sif added suspiciously. 

Loki considered for a moment longer how to appease Lillian and his family, who were clearly on high alert. 

“We can at least remove the net; she isn’t going anywhere!” Loki finally raised his voice to his brother and the warriors.  

Thor seemed to agree hesitantly, and nodded, making a gesture to lift off the net. 

Unable to wait any longer Loki aggressively stepped toward Lillian and used his magic to remove the net. 

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Fandral exclaimed.

“He always does stuff like that!” 

Lillian did not want the healers anywhere near her. She tried to run as fast as possible with whatever energy she had left. Resume her tentative plan to reach the Bifrost and go home to Cleveland. 

But this was to no avail.

Her small effort to dash away was thwarted when Loki grabbed her in his arms. Feeling his hands on her skin, she promptly turned her head to the side and finally vomited on the cool grass beside her. Loki was horrified once again. 

Being caught between keeping up his image and displaying his growing concern for Lillian, he did what any alien god would do; he held her long brown hair as she continued to puke. A fake smile etched across his face as his brother and the fellow palace warriors stood in strange awe. 

“We must get her back to the palace right now; let Heimdall and Odin know we are coming.” Thor threw the order out to anyone who could snap their focus back fast enough to hear him. 

“Someone?”

“Right, of course, right away, sir,” said a thin warrior who was also staring at the prince and his nursing skills, pulled himself together to hop on his horse and rode away into the night, back to the palace. 

Loki sat down next to Lillian, his legs getting tired of squatting. She had stopped puking finally and was now about to fall over, but she kept her worried eyes on him.

He gently held her now, and Lillian, too tired to fight this dreadful night further, wrapped her arms around his neck. Thor and the warriors continued to stare at Loki, he was the prince of lies, and it was clear something other than just being interviewed by Lillian had transpired. 

“She’s just really tired,” Loki said, glancing up at his brother and the rest of their small palace detail. 

“Well, that doesn’t look like the first time she’s had her arms around you, brother, “Thor laughed. 

“Lillian’s from Midgard, you know they have seen a lot of movies with damsels in distress, etc., they are practically raised to know what to do when being rescued.”

This angered Thor instead of putting him at ease.

“But brother, she’s not being rescued, she's our prisoner now, she is being investigated for being a frost giant!” 

Loki had had enough of this. 

“Thor, are you completely dense? She’s been here for months, and just a few weeks ago, Heimdall detects an invasion. Why didn’t the all-seeing one see that? If she really is a frost giant, he would have known!” 

Now Loki was the one yelling. 

“Heimdall is never wrong, Loki; we need to know what is happening. When Lillian can stand, you must carry her to your horse and ride her back to the palace. Don’t be sly and take a divergent path or magic you both to Vanaheim. This isn’t the time. I don’t know what exactly has been going on with you both, but now you must focus. Father has kept the peace with Jötunnheim for hundreds of years. Don’t let something like this threaten that and our entire realm.” 

Loki felt Thor was being overly dramatic. He didn’t hear him. His grandstanding was once again just to prove that he was rightfully going to be king someday. Blah, blah, blah. He was too concerned with Lillian, which was the only reason he agreed to return to the palace with her. He wanted his mother to see her right away. He was afraid she was dying. 

Part 2

The next day Loki was in the palace gardens, alone, sitting on one of the benches near the lake where he and Lillian went on many walks during her official times interviewing him. He was thinking of those walks when Frigga found him.

“Son, Lillian is not dying; you must know that first.” 

Loki looked relieved, but only slightly. The frost giant question was looming next. 

“Then what is she, mother? She was so sick, and that fool of a brother thinks, well, thinks she’s some undercover Jötunn spy. It’s all ridiculous. I am aghast at it all, to be quite truthful.” 

“Loki, she isn’t a frost giant either, but…” Frigga sat down on the bench. 

“Sit back down with me, son. We must talk.” Loki obliged his mother but was getting worried now. 

“Will Lillian recover? Mother, what is going on? Why are you so serious?”

“Loki, your father and I have wanted to discuss this with you for as long as I can remember. It was never the right time.”

Loki wondered just what this could be. If it was something to do with the succession of the crown or other palace business, then she should just say it, but how was it also connected to Lillian further what did Jötunnheim have to do with anything? 

“What does this have to do with me, mother?” Loki was becoming angry now; he didn’t know exactly why, but he could feel the tension in the conversation shifting, it was like the moment before a lit firework would go off. 

“Your father needs to be here for this conversation, I just wanted to tell you that Lillian is not dying, she is recovering now, but I am also not sure she is out of the woods just yet. I am being honest with you, son.”

“Mother, I am going to ask you one more time, what does this have to do with me!? Besides my apparent affection for her, there is something significant you are not telling me, and I demand you speak it!”

Loki was now furious. It felt like the challenges of his entire family life were now collapsing into this one singular conversation with his mother. 

“We should go see Lillian and then your father and I will explain everything. I’ve told your brother to stand down, there is no emergency other than this significant situation with your friend that is now needing our attention.” 

“She’s your friend too mother; you asked her to come here after all.” 

“Yes, she is very special indeed, and now she is even more so.”

Loki was not one for impulse control; he didn’t want to wait to see his father and talk to his parents. He was so concerned for Lillian that any further conversation could wait. He was unsure of his mother's assurance that she was fine. There were pieces of this puzzle that we're not coming together quickly enough for Loki's satisfaction.

When Loki and his mother arrived at the infirmary, what Loki saw was immediately confusing and disorientating.

Lillian was in the soul forge.

A strange blurry image was held in the etheric crystals above her. It had a blue glow around it and gently moved.

Loki looked at Frigga; she motioned with her hand for Loki to continue toward Lillian.

Odin quietly walked in behind them and joined Frigga, although he stayed behind as Loki neared the soul forge. 

“Let him figure it out, Frigga; he’ll know,” he whispered to Frigga.

“Odin, how will he know?

He will see a baby, but he won’t know anything about the baby. We must tell him now. We cannot wait anymore; this will upset our son. I don’t know if you’ve just hoped he’d never know who he was, but Odin, this day is now here.” 

Loki was mesmerized by the glowing light in front of him and how peaceful Lillian looked. She looked better than yesterday, yet her being unconscious was disturbing to him.

The palace healer Eir was standing next to Loki now. She knew this was not her story to tell him and looked over at Frigga and Odin before speaking. 

“Your majesty, Allfather, do you think you can join your son and explain what he is seeing? Help him understand?” 

Loki quickly interjected, “Is Lillian pregnant?" His voice was barely audible.

"I didn't, I mean, we didn't think that was even possible," he was stunned in disbelief, running his hands through his raven locks.

“It is rare, Loki, but it happens.” Eir was slightly nervous to say more. 

“This explains why she was so sick; I am a fool for not considering this outcome.” 

“Yes, it partially explains why she is so sick, but I must say congratulations to you and Lillian, this is Asgard’s first royal grandchild, prince Loki, as you know” Eir was genuinely happy for him, but also concerned.

Loki smiled, tears falling down his face; he was suddenly filled with a sense of pride that was overwhelming. He was looking at his child. Their child. He might have done something right in this world even if it was not expected. Immediately he considered if Lillian would be as happy about this or if this was something she wanted. She was now entangled permanently with his messed-up family alongside him. There was also the book, the assignment of her lifetime, which had been why he even met her...

He looked up at the soul forge imagery with curiosity; he asked Eir more questions. 

“Eir, how old is she?”

“You mean how long ago was he conceived Loki?” 

“He?” 

“Yes, prince Loki, you have a son, and I’d say the summer solstice precisely would have been the moment he joined us.” 

“Oh, that makes sense.” Loki was blushing deeper crimson.

Thinking back to the first time he took her in the library and his apparently non-effectual magic spell. It was truly unbelievable to him that she got pregnant the first time they had sex.

Lost in thought, he cleared his throat. He thought about Lillian again. Did she already know? Is that what she was doing riding out in the woods, trying to find him, to tell him he would be a father?

“Does lady Lillian know about our baby Eir? 

“She doesn’t yet. I don't think. She has been unconscious since you brought her to us. Your father wants to tell her.” 

“Why would my father tell my wife, I mean my friend, that we are having a baby? Loki was amazed and confused; more disbelief beset him.

He turned his eyes to Odin and Frigga, fear growing, “Mother, father, he’s beautiful, but is it just the soul forge, or is he glowing? Is that why father wants to tell Lillian? What is wrong with him? If something is wrong, then surely the baby's father will be sufficient to inform her!?” Loki’s voice was high-pitched, becoming even more erratic if that was possible.

Eir noticed that Odin and Frigga were slowly coming closer, their sign to take over. This was soon going to be her exit. 

Frigga spoke, “Thank you, Eir; you can return later to check on lady Lillian and our grandchild, Loki needs more context, and we are happy to give it to him.”

“As you wish ma’am and Allfather.” Eir gave one more glance to Loki sympathetically and then disappeared. 

“MOTHER, FATHER, I demand answers, now!” 

“Please, Loki, not here; now that you’ve seen Lillian and the baby, you need to calm yourself, and let's go to the next room; Lillian needs rest; we can’t wake her yet,” Frigga said, grasping for the right words. 

Odin pulled Loki from the room by his arm, and Frigga walked silently next to them, entirely unsure how this would now go…

On to Chapter 6

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Two Kings And One Guard

Relationship: Every Asgardian and Jotunn from Thor 1 with each other, mostly Thor & Loki, no slash

Warnings: angst, whump, trauma, possible war mention... I'm still working on it

Summary: The Jotnar attacked the palace, and Thor wants -- needs revenge for ruining his coronation. But Heimdall does not allow Thor to use the bifrost

Notes: Ideas were taken from this post by @woodelf68 and that post. I am still working on it so please bear with me

Chapter 1: You Shall Not Pass

chapter warnings: Caps, Odin, language

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Thor drags his idiot friends into the suicide mission number "lost count". Yes, of course Loki's coming along, someone has to make sure the oafs will stay alive. Which is why he informed a guard on his way out. If lucky, Odin will come running before Thor can leave the planet.

But, so far, nothing stops the idiot. The only obstacle between him and his desire for blood is Heimdall, the last defence line. But Loki can still work with that.

"Let me do it…" they inform and step forward, ready to speak up.

"If you really think I will allow you to break a thousand years old peace truce just so you can get revenge for having your feast ruined, you are fooling yourself, Odinson," the guard answers, glaring directly into Thor.

"They invaded the palace! They were close to getting the casket again!" He yells, his patience already running dry.

"Which is why a diplomatic mission will be sent there to discuss the incident without disturbing the peace.

"Diplomatic mission? With these barbarians, these monsters? With all honesty, who the fuck is stupid and coward enough to suggest this?" Thor's voice echoes in all the length of the rainbow bridge. Sif and Fandral share a wary look but do nothing, and Heimdall stays silent and still.

"Brother, maybe we should stay. Jötunnheim is not just a forest for a hunting trip, we'll freeze to death," Loki speaks up.

"If you want to run back to your mother's skirts, you're free to go, snake," Hogun scoffs, always with the comeback ready.

"Not everyone is as much of a coward as you, Liesmith," Volstagg adds, making Loki's first clench and their blood boil.

"The Prince is correct. You will freeze before you find Laufey," Heimdall insists.

"I AM THOR ODINSON, CROWN PRINCE OF ASGARD AND I DEMAND YOU TO OPEN THE BIFROST," Thor starts yelling, yet cannot get Heimdall to even blink.

"And I do not care about how much you can raise your voice. You shall not pass," Heimdall's voice is dead, unfazed by Thor's fury. Yet, he only fuels that anger, since Thor grips the Mjölnir tighter.

"When Allfather gets here-"

"What will happen?" Thor gets interrupted by Odin, already slaying the prince with his eye. Everyone but Thor and Heimdall moves aside, praying Odin's fury won't be directed to them as well.

"Father?"

"You disobeyed my direct order to leave the matter as it is, you almost broke a peace treaty that stayed strong for a thousand years. And for what? So you will play war and prove your might?" Odin growls, his glare getting even more cold and deadly.

"But the Frost Giants-" Thor strutters, his shoulders dropping.

"ENOUGH! You attempted to bring war to Asgard mere minutes after your coronation! You not only endangered yourself but your friends and brother and people! You never grew past playing hero with your wooden dolls, for you insist on toying with people's lives!" Odin now yells, ten times more intensely than Thor did, even though his tone is lower. The Warriors Four are frozen on their spot, and Loki finds himself unable to draw in a deep breath. Odin flares his nostrils and looks down.

"Perhaps I was mistaken. You are not fit for a king, and you are now a traitor of Asgard," Odin decides.

No, no, that's not what should happen. Odin should have just taught Thor how to be a better king, not punish him! He didn't even do anything!

"Father," Loki tries to reason, to stop Thor from getting imprisoned, or banished or killed. The only response from Odin was a scream, utterly incoherent. Then, Odin glares at Heimdall, and the gatekeeper finally moves.

After getting dragged there, Thor stands right at the opening of the bridge, watching Odin with terror.

"Thor Odinson, you are unworthy of these realms. You are unworthy of your titles, you are unworthy of the loved ones you betrayed!" He first uses Gungnir to open the Bifrost, and then strips Thor off his cape and armour as he strips him off his titles and power.

"I now take from you your power," and the Mjölnir sits on Odin's hand instead of Thor's, each word from the king's mouth is another part of Thor's armour getting reduced into nothing.

"In the name of my father, and his father before, I, Odin Allfather, cast you out!" With just a movement forward, Thor is being sent in that wormhole, possibly never to return. And the Warriors Four, Heimdall, and even Loki, are frozen still and watching, even after Odin has walked away. But, at some point, someone had to talk.

"What is it like to have no competition?" Fandral scoffs, following the well known technique of when something goes wrong, bully Loki into fixing it.

Yet, Loki stays silent, watching where his brother stood, trying to remember everything he can, since his memory is all that's left of Thor. It takes a long time, but eventually, they answer.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. Just… I just wanted to show Odin that Thor wasn't ready, that he needed time and training, not… not that. He… he was my brother…" His words are just a whisper, but still strike the Warriors Four with the realization, Loki's being truthful, and has a point. Just when Sif is about to answer, Heimdall stops them.

"If you will excuse us, I must speak to the prince alone." His voice is just as steady and unyielding as always, as before Odin's arrival. The Warriors Four nod sharply and leave, not even questioning or whispering behind Loki's back. And Heimdall guides Loki in the Bifrost, explaining with just one sentence.

"We need to talk about your father."

~~~

The first thing Thor notices is the pain, both the sharp burn from the Bifrost and the harshness of the ground below him. He takes a look at his surroundings, a desert of some sort. And, it's night, yet warm. Then, he looks at his clothes, at the odd mixed fabrics and plastic and…

Is this Midgard?

And where's his hammer? Did Odin keep it?

He notices a sharp light, far away from his location, it must be Mjölnir. But, before he can move from where he is, a vehicle stops in front of him, and a man in a dark suit with a red eight legged creature printed on it laughs.

"Boss, you're not going to believe this."

~~~~~

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[hraunwyf]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME: loki laufeyson. she does not use dottir. NICKNAME[S]: kiki/kikibelle (courtesy of angela—it isn't recommended to call her this if you aren't her) DATE OF BIRTH: celebrated on nov. 23 by the modern calendar; loki's birthday roughly splits the difference between the beginning of winter and the celebration of yule. nearest we can pin her birth year down is 49250 b.c.e., which she stands by. GENDER: woki is a wady PLACE OF BIRTH: the temple at útgarðr, jötunnheim CURRENTLY LIVING: pick a fancy hotel in a big city and loki has a suite there. she also has a little hidey-hole upstate of nyc. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: yes EDUCATION: standard asgardian royal education, encompassing sciences, magics, arts, martial training, and military strategy. plus whatever else she's taught herself in 50k years or so. HAIR COLOR: dark dark dark brown, not black. EYE COLOR: green with slight golden central heterochromia. HEIGHT: 5′2″ (1.57 m) WEIGHT: 260 lbs (118 kg)

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S]: thor, balder, angela (adoptive); byleistr, helblindi (biological, deceased) PARENT[S]: odin, frigga (adoptive); laufey, fárbauti (biological, deceased) RELATIVE[S]: (gestures vaguely at asgard) CHILDREN: fenrir, jörmungandr, hela (by angrboða; estranged); vali, narfi (by sigyn; estranged); sleipnir (by svaðilfari; estranged); deadpool (it's true and we don't know how; estranged?); kjälla 'kill junior' osborn (by norman osborn, verse dependent) PET[S]: none

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual and that is a threat RELATIONSHIP STATUS: every ship gets chucked in its own verse unless otherwise discussed, so by baseline, she's single; canon estrangement from her wife, sigyn; blog-canon past relationship with norman osborn SINCE WHEN: (shrug)

tagged: stolen from @fatummortem tagging: you. steal it

[saabab]

Gonna repost everything i have on insta here.

This scene is from a story i made about people living in Jötunnheim and dealing with the ice giants there.

To survive living in these foreign lands they created warriors with the only purpose of slaying the ice giants that threaten the human villages.

The hero here is named Göllnir, he is the strongest warrior of humanity in Jötunnheim, his only goal in life is to save humanity, therefore the sword he carries is not fit to kill a human, but it is perfect for slaying the slow and enormous giants. The sword was made by the Dwarven shamans who made an alliance with humans to help protect each other. It was made from a whole mountain worth of bronze and it has runes of blessing carved onto it.

Other details in this picture are: mother of the last dragon or Jötunnheim, a dead couple with their riding dragon who all wanted to challenge the giant and a lone warrior lying dead along with his horse, it was his last wish to die in a battle because he wasnt chosen to be giant hunter and had to live in comfort or fear throughout his entire life.

[lonelyghosts-stuff]

(MCU) Loki Laufeyson/Odinson Character History and Analysis

(WARNING: Contains spoilers from Thor, The Avengers, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok, and The Avengers: Infinity War. Additionally, this is SUPER LONG.

Word Count: 3,795

Some people may view Loki as simply a black and white character in terms of morality. Some may say he's "selfish" or "power hungry" or "evil" or even "uncaring". Some directors may even falsely attribute ideas of being "a spoiled rich kid" or "over dramatic" or having been "trying to kill his brother his whole life" to Loki. But these couldn't be further from the truth. Throughout the Thor franchise (much more diluted in the 3rd Thor thanks to the bias and lack of care or sensitivity from one particular director) and within his appearances in the Avengers films, we see Loki display a wide range of emotion and multi-layered complexity. He struggles with depression, PTSD, extreme fear of failure, being an outcast, and utter brokenness of one's self. Loki is a multifaceted character who has had an immense growth over his years on the screen and allusions to experiences in the past. Loki is not just an "evil", "two-dimensional", "boring", "selfish", "Draco Malfoy-esque" (no offense Draco, I love you too, but this ain't about you), character. He is so much more.

He’s a broken and desperate man who only wanted recognition from his father. This drove him to sabotaging Thor’s coronation to give him more time to prove himself. But when he found out his true parentage, he was broken. Suddenly, in his mind, everything made sense as to why Odin favored Thor over him; not only was he not truly the son of Odin, but he was a “monster”.

Suddenly, the stakes are raised as he feels like he know has to try even harder than before. He goes from making calm and calculated decisions to some desperate and reckless decisions. Thor is out of the way, so he believes he already has a slight advantage. Unfortunately, Thor starts to cause a ruckus on earth. Loki is panicking. He sends the destroyer after him, to destroy him; something he has never done before. He has never gone this far before. He’s not himself anymore; the cumulation of years and years of being in his shadow, untrusted, not knowing why he can’t be equal with his brother (why caused him to do pranks and other mischievous things as, in his eyes, negative attention was better than no attention), all of this building up until it finally overflowed with the events of the first Thor movie finally putting him over the edge. And even then, when Thor is right there to quickly kill with a beam from the destroyer, Loki goes for the backhand. It could still kill him, yes, but emphasis on ‘could’. He is still angry and wanting Thor out of his way, but he can’t bring himself to just so easily get rid of him. Especially not after Thor’s speech to him.

When Thor manages to defeat the destroyer, Loki is thrust into his plan even quicker than before. Trick the frost giants, the Jötunns, the biggest enemy of Asgard at the time, into coming into the palace under the guise of being led to kill Odin. Of course it was never Loki’s intention to have them kill Odin. Even when Odin’s death could solidify his position on the throne; it Odin was killed, no one would be in Loki’s way to claim the throne forever, but the truth is, he didn’t want the throne. He only wanted to be Thor’s equal. So, within the presence of the All-Father in his All-Sleep, Loki killed Laufey. This not only proves that Loki could do what Thor could not, but it also is Loki’s way of showing Odin that he is nothing like the other Jötunns. Unfortunately for Loki’s plan, Thor manages to arrive just in time. Loki’s life is constantly breaking before him; now in front of his own mother, Frigga, the only one who Loki felt truly loved him and held him in the same standing as Thor, saw his plan fall apart.

Loki’s suddenly finding himself desperately fighting with Thor. Something not too new to him, he’s fought him and fought alongside him throughout their childhood and time growing up, but it’s never been like this. Loki needs to prove himself. He can’t let anything stop him no matter what. If he destroys Jötunnheim, Odin will finally accept him, right? But Thor is refusing to truly fight Loki. He doesn’t want to fight his brother. He wants things to go back to normal aside from Thor’s newfound perspective on life. Loki knows this about Thor and know that the only way to bring back the reckless Thor from before is to bring up the woman whom he sees as responsible for his brother going soft. Getting under Thor’s skin, their fight ensues. In the end, Loki gets pinned down by Mjølnir but sees he’s plan to destroy Jötunnheim unfolding. There’s nothing that can stop it.

But then... Thor does the unthinkable. He starts destroying the bifrost. Loki is shocked and immensely confused. Why would his brother be doing this? Why is he trying so hard to stop him and save Jötunnheim, even at the expense of never seeing Jane Foster again? Thor manages to succeed in destroying the bifrost, saving Jötunnheim from destruction. The brothers find themselves in a precarious situation as Loki is clinging onto All-Father’s spear, held by Thor, trying desperately not to fall into the collapsing bifrost. When it seems all is lost, none other than Odin shows up to save them. In a final, desperate act to prove himself to Odin, he proclaims “I could have done it, Father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!” But what response does he get from Odin? Simply “No, Loki.” Suddenly, Loki feels empty. Defeated. Pointless. He lets go. He falls into the collapsing bifrost expecting and accepting his certain fate of demise. But that wasn’t the last he’s heard of.

To Loki’s unfortunate luck, he falls into the grasp of the Mad Titan, Thanos. Promised power and a planet to rule, Loki is equipped with the scepter containing the mind stone. Not much is known about what exactly occurs during Loki’s time with Thanos, but needless to say, it leaves him gaunt, weakened, exhausted, and appearing to have been burned. Loki is instructed to locate and obtain the Tesseract on earth and return it to Thanos. The Other reminds Loki of the consequences should he fail, “If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he can not find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain.” Loki arrives on earth. More desperate than he’s ever been in his entire life. Furthermore, warped and twisted in the head. This scepter grants him dominion over the minds of others, just through slight contact on the chest.

Unbeknownst to Loki, the effects of the scepter are not limited to touch. It’s affecting him too. Amplifying Loki’s own desires to rise up and prove himself capable of ruling, capable of what his brother is supposed to be entrusted to do. This, combined with the threats and looming consequences that weigh on his mind drive him beyond himself. He’s no longer Loki Odinson. He’s Loki, and he his burdened with glorious purpose.

As the events of The Avengers (2012) unfold, we see glimpses into Loki’s mindset. We see him determined and twist looking. He’s enjoying it. He’s enjoying the attention and the recognition. He is feared. He is a force to be reckoned with. Everything is going to plan. There’s a group trying to come after him? Well that’s no biggie, he knows of the beast inside of Bruce banner. He’s confident he can take them down. Captured in Stuttgart, everything seems to be fixed in the eyes of the Avengers, but Loki knows otherwise. Of course his brother Thor has to pop by and pull him from the situation. We see Thor desperately pleading with Loki to come back home. But Asgard isn’t Loki’s home; not anymore. Thor manages to get under Loki’s skin a bit when he mentions that someone else must be controlling him. “Who showed you this power? Who controls the would-be-king?” Even Thor knows that this is beyond his brother, beyond what he would ever do in a normal headspace. What Thor saw of Loki in the first Thor shocked him as well. This is not the Loki he knows. When things seem to be escalating and Thor appears to be ready to start a lecture, Thor is sent flying form a tackle from Iron Man. Iron Man, Thor, and Captain America have a brief fight in the woods below Loki, all the while Loki waits. He waits; he doesn’t try to run, he’s waiting because he needs to follow through with his plan.

When the three avengers stop their fighting and come to a resolve, Loki finds himself being brought on board a massive helicarrier and locked into a secure cell. All according to plan. What he’s not aware of is the scepter having effects on the avengers while their conversation devolves into arguing; they too are affected by the scepter’s proximity based effects. Soon enough, he is visited by one Natasha Romanoff, surprisingly to him as she manages to approach without his knowing. But he knows all about her thanks to Clint Barton. He knows how to attack her weak points, he knows her past and her dark secrets. He’s reveling in the power he feels even within a cell. But when he thinks he’s fully gotten to her, she pauses. She knows his plan to use the Hulk... but how? Now he’s confused but also intrigued. He’s not too worried though as things are still going to plan. The Hulk is unleashed and Hawkeye follows through with the plan. Loki is able to send his brother Thor down from the sky after tricking him into the cell. This Loki does so without hesitation; he laughs at the prospect of his brother’s potential demise. This is not the Loki we knew. Loki makes his escape, losing Hawkeye in the process, and gets to Stark Tower to initiate the final phase of his plan.

Fast forward and the portal is opening. Of course, Thor stops by and crashes his moment. But not the way you might expect. Despite what Loki has done, Thor still approaches him with compassion and love and the desire for him to return home with him. He wants Loki to see what he’s done, he still has hope that this isn’t truly Loki or his desires.

Thor angrily chastises Loki, “Look at this! Look around you! You think this madness will end with your rule?”

Loki looks around, fear and shock within his eyes as if he can’t believe what he’s doing. He simply responds, “It’s too late. It’s too late to stop it.”

Thor hopes this is his chance to bring Loki back. “No. We can, together.”

For a moment, it seems like Loki might come back, but he doesn’t. Any hope for himself he has in his eyes is squandered. He really believes he’s “come to far for anything else.” He’s still twisted from the scepter. His thoughts are only of his twisted desire for power and the overwhelming, looming threats of what would come if he fails. He stabs Thor, but not anywhere that could be fatal. He states one thing with an uncertain and wicked smile “sentiment.” He doesn’t stick around to try and kill him either. When Thor gets back up and tries to fight, Loki simply rolls off the edge of Stark tower to be caught by one of the Chituari vehicles. He’s got his eyes elsewhere, he’s not going to waste his time on Thor. He can’t risk the chance of Thor snapping him out of his plans.

Fast forward more, and he is eventually defeated. The raw, physical might of the Hulk is too much even for him. He’s failed. He’s been defeated. He could not deliver on his order from Thanos. Chained and muted by a muffle, Loki follows Thor to be brought back to Asgard for judgement. Something he can only assume to be his death.

Arriving in Asgard, Loki is marched to the All-Father’s throne. His mother Frigga watches from the side. Loki, pretty much numb at this point takes things less than seriously. He is lacking some sanity from before but not so much where he can’t comprehend what’s happening. Just so much to the point that he doesn’t care what happens, or so he thinks. Frigga begs Loki to not make things worse to which Loki retorts “Define worse.” Loki feels like he doesn’t really care since he expects death. He even asks Odin if that is what he will be sentenced to; Loki does so without seeming scared or sad but rather uncaring at his fate.

Odin states, “All this because Loki desires a throne.”

Loki defends himself, calling back to what Odin told him and Thor back when they were children. “It is my birthright!”

And Odin, showing his true colors and a fit of rage responds, “Your birthright was to die as a child! Cast out on a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, you would not be here now to hate me.”

Loki is understandably taken aback by this. “If I am for the axe, then, for mercy's sake, just... swing it!”

But when Odin replies with what Loki truly will be sentenced to, Loki’s face changes. Not death, but eternal imprisonment. Eternal imprisonment away from everyone and Loki’s mother who he loves, Frigga. Loki is taken aback. He was content with dying. If he was dead, he would neither have to fear Thanos hunting him down nor feeling of emptiness and worthlessness. But instead of that sweet release, he is sentenced to living out the rest of his life, secluded from his mother but isolated with his own thoughts. This is a fate worse than death in his eyes, especially when you consider how long Asgardians live.

Over a year passes with Loki still in prison. A prison break occurs around him which piques his interest and mischievous nature. He clings to any idea that could provide him with a feeling of life outside of books. Seeing the apparent leader of the group, Loki informs him of the path to take that would lead him to Asgard’s shield generator. It’s uncertain what exactly Loki’s motives are for doing this, but it can be assumed it’s because of his desire to have any impact, to do something that will have an effect, to rile things up. He doesn’t know how truly dangerous these people are. He could easily think that they would be no match for the Asgardians and that he is simply causing a little trouble. Unbeknownst to Loki, these are powerful and dangerous Dark Elves... and his dear mother Frigga was in the path of the Kursed. Frigga dies protecting the location of Jane Foster.

After the matter, after the dark elves had been expelled, Loki, still in his cell, is approached by a guard. A guard; that’s who tells Loki of his mother’s death. No visit from Thor or Odin or even Sif and/or the Warriors Three... While Thor and Odin and the rest of Asgard gets to attend Frigga’s funeral and mourn her, Loki is left all alone in his cell to mourn alone. Distraught, broken again, angry at the Kursed and the Dark Elves, but especially angry with himself. Undoubtedly he feels guilt having been the one to, unintentionally, lead the Kursed directly to Frigga. Loki destroys his cell. He is shattered. The one person he felt true love from. Loki is utterly empty. The last thing he had left is gone, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye. Overwhelmed, he uses his magic to lash out, destroying the entire room. In an absolute rage, he rampaged throughout his little cell, not caring much in the process, even stepping on broken glass and cutting himself. Eventually, he collapsed onto the floor, exhausted, disheveled, and utterly broken.

When Thor comes for Loki’s aide, he finds Loki looking his usual self. Loki inquires if Thor is there to gloat, to which Thor, knowing his brother, tells Loki “no more illusions.” Loki drops the illusion, revealing the trashed state of his cell and himself. “Now you see me brother.” Loki asks if Frigga suffered, but Thor isn’t there to comfort Loki or share their grief. He instead implores Loki to assist him in going against Odin’s wishes to go to the dark world and stop Malekith. Of course this prompts Loki to ask Thor what makes him think he can trust him, to which Thor replies, “I don't. Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me, and I will kill you.” Thor is desperate. He’s angry. He’s scared. He’s lost his mom, Jane is in danger, and as far as he’s aware or concerned, he’s lost Loki to the darkness. But he can’t let that stop him now. He needs Loki. He needs someone who has tricks and knowledge of Asgard to help him escape.

Loki ventures with Thor to the dark world, showing him the way (with brotherly banter in between). Loki muses Thors attachment to Jane, a mere mortal. Loki can’t understand why a powerful godlike being such as Thor could grow enamored with someone who will die long before he will. “This day, the next, a hundred years, it's nothing! It's a heartbeat. You'll never be ready. The only woman whose love you prized will be snatched from you.”

Thor is of course angry with this response as (at least at the time... thanks Taika...) he loves Jane, “And will that satisfy you?”

Loki only has to say, “Satisfaction's not in my nature!” This line alone gives us so much insight to Loki, much more than it may seem from surface value. Loki isn’t doing this for self satisfaction. He’s never satisfied, because he’s never been allowed to be. Until he can be equal with Thor, he doesn’t care. Loki appears selfish here, he embodies a persona of self confidence and defiance; as someone who only cares for himself. But this is far from the truth.

We see Loki appear to betray Thor as he cuts off his hand and stabs him before kicking him and sending him down a hill. He then roughly grabs Jane and throws her to the ground in front of Malekith. To the surprise of the audience and Jane, this was all part of Loki and Thor’s plan. Having Malekith off guard, Loki allows Thor to attack. Loki, against what appeared to be his nature a bit ago based on what he said, he immediately rushes to Jane to protect her. Twice. Once to cover her, the second to push her out of the way of one of the Kursed’s attacks that would have killed him if Thor hadn’t managed to get him out of the way last minute. The fight continues and Thor is beaten down and about to be finished off before Loki jumps to his rescue, stabbing the attacking Kursed. Unfortunately for Loki, he was too confident in this attack and the Kursed had enough energy left in him to impale him onto the other end of the blade Loki used to stab him. Loki appears to be dying. He fully expected to. Loki genuinely apologizes to Thor for what he’s done, calling himself a fool.Thor mourns and cries out, promising Loki “I'll tell Father what you did here today.” Loki’s apparent final words are “I didn’t do it for him.” This could be interpreted as Loki doing it for Frigga, Thor, or even himself. This time, Loki didn’t do it for Odin’s approval or recognition. He’s fine dying here. He’s done his part. I personally believe he did it for a mixture of all three of them.

Thor believes Loki to be dead and leaves, heartbroken and mournful, losing his mom and then his brother. Loki, however, did not die. His wound, will appearing to be fatal, did not kill him. It was not enough for a being such as him. He recovers in time and makes his way back to Asgard. Having survived, he has a newfound resolve. He’s done doing things for Odin. He’s going to do something for himself. To prove to himself and the others. Using powerful magic, Loki banishes Odin, the All-Father, guardian of the nine realms, to earth. He clouds Odins memories and leaves him (either in a care home or as a homeless man depending on which you accept as canon in Ragnarök). Loki assumes Odin’s identity as king of Asgard, the All-Father. Eventually, Thor comes to him, believing him to be Odin. He hears Thor honor Loki, giving Loki the praise he always wanted to hear. Loki, as Odin, encourages Thor to keep mjølnir as it belongs to him, and to go on as he wishes as Thor does not desire the throne. Thor thanks Odin and leaves. Loki, returning to his true form, thanks the absent Thor.

Loki rules over Asgard for four years. He avoids any issues, no conflict with other realms, no damage or anything. He enjoys his time in the light, even if others believe him to be Odin.

Then one day, Thor returns. Ragnarok unfolds. Loki finds himself torn between helping Thor or not and keeping himself safe, but ultimately decides to join Thor and fighting to protect the people of Asgard, risking his own life in the process, nabbing the tesseract on his way (c’mon... what’d you expect?). Loki seems content with himself and Thor as king of Asgard. Loki no longer worries about meeting Odin’s expectations, he just needs to meet his own.

Unfortunately, good things don’t last forever. Thanos has finally found Loki. Loki can decide to join Thanos, granting him safety, or to stand by Thor and his people. He chooses the latter. He stands up for Thor. He accepts himself as a Jötunn, but also as an Odinson. He promises Thor, “I assure you, brother, the sun will shine on us again.” He makes a desperate attempt at Thanos, one that fails. Loki dies, choked out by Thanos. His final words, an insult to Thanos but also a self aware reflection for Loki himself, “You will never be a god.” Loki saves Thor’s life by giving his own. Loki died a hero.

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Dance of the Little Swan I.i

Prelude

Summary: The Jötnar were thought to be long-since-gone within the mortal realm. Amidst all of her fakery, Mommy Fortuna holds Loki, trapped in birth from and far from what he once considered home, as well as another little treasure: a swan maiden.

(Yes, this is a crossover, but the Last Unicorn is fairly minimal plot-wise and it’s largely a Loki fic)

Relationships: F/M (Loki/Original Female Character, Molly Grue/Schmendrick)

Rating: M (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Sexual Content)

Fake. It was all fake.

She was fake.

And yet, the heat she generated stung at his skin. The Jötunn skin was strong, yes, but it did nothing against heat. Fortunately for him, Midgard—if that was where he even was—was just coming out of the cold season.

Perfection.

He could feel the sun getting hotter every day.

"Free me, wench, and we'll see just how you fare against a god," Loki spat.

She called herself Mommy Fortuna, and she was an ugly hag. Her subordinate, Ruhk, was no better. In, fact, he was worse. Mommy Fortuna left him alone mostly unless she was showing him off. Ruhk enjoyed taunting him like he was some lowly creature.

Then again, in this form, he was.

Loki paced in the tiny cage.

The wench had at least given him some rags to wear. After his banishment, he'd been left bare and in the snow. That was the one area in which the body he was trapped in fared better—he did not feel even the slightest hint of the relatively-cold Northern Midgardian winter.

"Ruhk, pull down the curtains of that one," she pointed a knobbly finger towards his cage, "Uncover it again when a crowd grows."

Ruhk hobbled over and did as told without a word. Pitiful.

With quite a minimal amount of light, Loki was left to pace in the darkness.

Loki slipped down to the weapons chamber. Ever since Odin had shown them the thing, he'd had an innate curiosity for it. Even when he stood a few meters away, he could feel its raw, cold energy seeping into his veins. He'd asked Mother why that was, but she'd brushed it off. Eventually, he let it go to rest—there was no way he was going to have access to the chamber without Father knowing.

Now Loki knew why.

The cold blue crept up his skin like an infection. Not long ago, Odin had taken him and Thor to a logistics meeting between Asgard and Jötunnheim. If Thor were to keep the peace in his eventual reign, he would have to know how to actually negotiate.

King Laufey caught his arm at one point, and he felt that same energy spike through him. His curiosity had opted to reawaken, then.

Loki got the sense Odin knew, although neither said anything about it. He'd gone into the Odinsleep a just few hours ago, and now Loki had the freedom he needed. The unseen leash the guards constantly kept him on was infuriating, but he'd managed to get away with a few simple illusions. With one hand on the Casket of Ancient Winters, he inspected his other palm. There were etchings, unmistakeably Jötunn, across his skin. He gingerly felt his forehead, exploring the strange shapes they created. He knew war history. Besides that, he'd known he was different, ever since childhood.

Odin claimed he loved Loki, yet showered all of his praise upon Thor and his brutish ways—encouraging that he was strong and brave and could do no wrong, then turning around and punishing Loki for crimes he did not commit.

Mother had been the one to confront him about it days later. She'd known something was off. Even as the God of Lies and Silvertongue, she could always see right through him.

It was very rare people could see right through him. Usually, he was one to beat around the bush and find his answers upon a technicality. In this instance, he'd asked with a tongue of lead if he was part Jötunn. She'd told him everything.

When Odin awoke, she informed him of what they'd discussed, despite having sworn secrecy to Loki. To say Odin was furious was an understatement. Loki was able to evade him for a little while, but the leash was ultimately shortened enough for what could quite aptly be described as his capture.

"You went into the weapons chamber without my permission," was what Odin had said when Loki finally walked into the throne room.

Loki was in no mood to speak with him in sincerity. "Was I not supposed to?"

"You know of the rules in the castle."

He was treating him like a child. "You knew of my true parentage."

Odin's face did not move from its stern gaze, looking down at Loki from on high as usual. "You are my son, as you always have been. Knowing or not knowing your lineage does not change that."

"You are a madman."

"You would do best to watch your tongue as you speak to the Allfather."

Loki gritted his teeth. He decided then that he hated him. "You are no father to me." Of course, he knew the difference between 'father' and 'Allfather,' but he did not wish for this man to have authority over him any longer.

"You are acting like a child."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did not see it as necessary."

"Why not?"

He repeated the phrase like it was a mantra. "You are my son."

This conversation wasn't taking anybody anywhere. "I am not! You are not my father, and I will not be treated like a child!"

"Then I shall not treat you as such." His tone was all too calm as he sent Loki's life spinning into a downward spiral. "You are stripped of your title and your power. You no longer belong in this realm, Loki Laufeyson."

In a manner all too short, he was dragged away to the Bifrost, Odin trailing behind him, and he was sent away without a second glance.

Apparently, a large enough crowd had gathered that they could have another show. The covering was removed from Loki's cell, and he was revealed. "The fearsome Frost Giant—"

"Jötunn," he corrected. If the fool was going to announce him while he was in this form, he was at least going to do it right.

"—of the realm of ice and snow known as Jötunnheim. They are also known as flesh eaters. This particular one we found on Midgard—perhaps they have returned to feast upon our mortal flesh."

Loki rolled his eyes.

"Creatures of night brought to light."

The group continued on, a small child getting left behind and sticking his hand through the bars. Loki snarled like the monster they expected him to be. The little thing gasped, promptly running back to hide behind his mother.

“The Midgard Serpent. Its got the whole world in its coils." Ruhk threw off the cloak covering the world serpent’s cage. “Creatures of night brought to light.”

Loki blinked. He stared at the thing. “That is not my offspring.”

The crowd turned to him.

“Silence!” Mommy Fortuna spat.

It was too late. Loki knew he had already piqued the crowd’s interest. “I am Loki Laufeyson of Jötunnheim, that is not Jörmungandr.”

A few members within the crowd gasped. The gods had faded into stories long ago, but his name was still recognized.

Loki cried out and clamped his hands over his mouth. It felt like painful wiry threads were being pulled through his skin, sewing his mouth shut, yet he knew it was not real. The thread burned.

“Do not speak, beast.” She turned to the crowd and cackled. “That one likes attention.”

The cloak was pulled back over his little prison, and the crowd settled down easily enough. “No food or water for you, Jötunn, three days.”

He bared his teeth at her silhouette.

Loki’s prison was mainly kept covered. He was the only real being amongst the little carnival, and Mommy Fortuna was smart enough to not test his temper too often, lest she have her profession ravaged by his fury.

Three days had come and three days had gone. It wasn’t horrible for Loki, merely an annoyance. His Jötunn form was capable of going without food or water and could sustain itself.

He could smell the fresh water before anything else. His cart, currently ambling down a winding road, came to a rather abrupt halt. There was silence.

Then, there was squawking, which turned to screams. “Free me from these bonds, witch!”

Mommy Fortuna cackled. Loki could hear her raven cawing along with the hag. “Foolish girl! It was you who left your feather within my grasp, and now you will have to accept the consequences given to you.”

A swan maiden. Loki knew it instantly. He’d heard of such creatures but never managed to come across one while on Midgard. It wasn’t as though he wanted to, either. They were docile creatures, as far as he had read, and if a man could steal her feather garment, then she would be his wife. Loki had no want for a mortal wife.

This maiden did not seem to be very docile. He could hear her grunts and yelps as she attempted to fight off either Mommy Fortuna or Ruhk. Loki reached through the bars, picking up the giant cloak concealing him from the world. She had pale pink skin and pure white hair. Her lips, he had never seen anything like them before, were jet black.

In Mommy Fortuna’s hand lay a small feather garment which looked to be some sort of armband. Without it, he knew the maiden could not flee. By some binding magic not even Odin could remember, the feather was the key to her freedom.

Loki almost felt bad for her. Almost. He could not bring himself to feel such an emotion. As the hag had said, it was her own fault for leaving the feather in a vulnerable position.

It wasn’t until late into the night that her hollers for release finally quieted. He could hear her sobbing quietly in her own prison beside his. It wasn’t until that stopped that he finally began to doze off, but her voice awoke him. It was high, but not annoyingly so, and held a dainty sort of gracefulness about it that only a swan maiden’s voice could.

“Jötunn?”

He did not reply.

“Jötunn? I know you are awake.”

Mommy Fortuna did not stir from the maiden’s voice. Loki assumed she was asleep; the sun had long since gone down.

“Jötunn?”

She was silent, and he heard her sigh. “I do not know why you refuse to speak to me, but I shall talk and hope you listen.” Loki inwardly groaned.

“Are you real?”

The question genuinely piqued his interest. “You can see that they are not?” he asked.

“Mommy Fortuna can only fool the eyes of those willing to be fooled.”

He scoffed and reached out of his cage, pulling the covering up enough to see her. In the moonlight, he saw her eyes, wide and bright yellow like a wolf’s, looking back at him. She was in a cylindrical cage with a domed top and wooden floor. It was unlike his own.

Around her body was a simple black cloak (where her own clothes were, he didn’t know). She shivered slightly in the cool night air.

“Is that all you wish to know?” he asked.

“You did not answer my question. Are you real?”

“Yes.”

He saw fear flicker through her gaze. “What is your name?”

Loki was in no mood to make friends. He dropped the covering again and stared at the roof of his cage, ignoring the splintering wood digging into his back.

“I am Ceana Ǣsbiǫrndóttir; perhaps we can work together to escape this place?”

“Unless you hold magic stronger than her’s, there is no escape. I have tried.”

“Then I shall just have to try harder.”

He chuckled. “And I shall watch and laugh.”