#Mr & Mrs Laufeyson

[bvrnesher]

born to ride... or whatever lana del rey said

[natendo-art]

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS OPEN

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So my partner has unexpectedly lost his job 🫠 that was our main source of income so we are in a pretty bad spot.

I’m opening commissions and kofi sketches, I also have Patreon.

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Shares very much appreciated 🥺🥲

[itskirstiswani]

Everyone is excited about Robert Downey Jr. coming back to the MCU, but you know what I want to see. I want to see Mobius becoming Mr Tessarect. Imagine if it is like a similar story line to when Wanda became a villain after losing Vision. Mobius is desperate to save Loki from that tree, so he used the powers of the Tessarect to help, but in doing so, he gets corrupt by the Tessarect powers. Imagine how cool of a villain arc it would be

"Mobius isn't so bad"

"Or so good. That's why we get along"

[mageofspace924]

“Can’t you use your staff to destroy the webs?”

“Of course I can, I could blow through those measly threads like dew. It’s your friend’s branches that have us trapped here.”

“That’s not my friend, Groot would never hurt me.”

“Yes, well, luck of the draw, dear. No one here is who they’re supposed to be.”

Loki swashes at the webs and successfully slices through a few before hitting a trunk. Surely he can cut through a measly branch. Swinging his staff hard, the blade lodges itself deep within the bark. He grins. With both hands, he pulls hard. Nothing. The webs have already done their work. His staff won’t budge. He flicks his wrist to gather a burst of magic, but the viridian energy flickers weakly, then coughs out of existence.

Growling in frustration, he throws his hands in the air. “Fine, be stuck.”

He’d just summoned a powerful cast to heal his allies who then so graciously did not lift a finger when he and Mantis were ambushed and trapped. If his powers weren’t so limited in this unnatural realm-between-realms, not to mention with a recharge countdown, Loki would most definitely not be bested by a tree.

A shuffle breaks his irritable pacing, and he looks up to see Mantis shift from her spot on the stone steps of the alcove. Senses, really; he’s sharpened his acute observation to spot shifts in energy since he was an child. First to boast he could, then to prove he could be the king he knew he deserved to be. At least he got to keep that part of his abilities here.

His brow furrows incredulously as he watches her hold her hand out steadily, palm out towards the barricade. Mild curiosity itches the back of his mind in the silence until with a wave of her fingers, the branches twist and his staff clatters freely to the ground.

“There. Happy now?”

He stares at the little green creature. “Can you...control nature?”

“I encourage it, not control. It just listens back.”

Someone who can commune with nature? A plan begins to stitch together. Loki puts on his winning smile. “What do you know about the sap of Yggdrasill?”

[solacebean]

Best friends five-ever

The finished collab piece with @kibsss where we each drew our favorite marvel characters from Marvel Rivals (she drew Spider-Man, I of course drew Loki). It’s so fun to see our two styles so close together

[wearyeerie]

green and gold , Loki and Adam portraits 💕

[crewtawn]

Dont forget to go tank guys

your local god will reward you

[iolaussharpe-24]

My top three hottest MCU men are Loki, Bucky, and Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley. There's no real order to that, they're all tied for number one. I just listed them in the order that I fell in love with them.

[thosegayoldmen]

Seven Sexy Sentence Sunday 🌶️

So many tags this week, thank you all so much! 🥰 @elodiah, @lokimobius, @in-my-loki-feels, @lgwilt, @insert-witty-user-name-here, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening & @mobiusismycomfortcharacter

Im late (again) but it's still Sunday somewhere right?! 😅

Here's another peek at mine and @ghoulehhh's Mr Tesseract fic, titled 'Your Paradox Is Blue'.

This is directly after the last snippet we posted, so feel free to take a look for some context 😘

Also, it's not seven sentences, but shhhh im a rule breaker! 😈 Enjoy!~

“LOKI!”  And - as if on cue - Loki’s fingers dig in deeper still, twisting to hold him fast. The better to press himself against that palm, rutting up against it all selfish and without shame. His nails drag harshly across Tesseract’s damaged skin, caution thrown to the wind, oblivious to the fingertip that manages to snag a fissure. The digit sinks into the crack of glowing blue and Loki instantly feels a shock shoot up his arm. A high-pitched yelp hitches in his throat and he tears his hand away from Tesseract’s side altogether, still buzzing from contact, like his very nerve-endings have been fried. Another yelp is punched out of him when he’s unceremoniously slammed back into the wall. Tesseract’s eyes narrow, blazing with electric anger, a bruised and blackened hand going straight for the God’s throat to pin him there. The playful air is gone, replaced with something much more threatening. Tesseract is snarling quietly, chest heaving in a steady rhythm, trying to shake off the pain brought on by such an intimate touch. He blinks away stars from the painful violation, his entire being having seized up in a paralytic sort of pleasure - and he hadn’t liked it one bit. Only she’s allowed to touch him so deeply and get away with it, and for the briefest moment he’s reminded of her absence, their weakened connection within the TVA’s walls. It’s nearly enough to make him lose focus and crumble - but he won’t. Not when he’s already come this far. “You little shit,” he hisses, his jaw clenched. Loki attempts a noise in protest, but the fingers around his throat tighten, and whatever words he had are swallowed down in fear. “Don’t. Do. That.” He punctuates each word with a squeeze of his hand and another slam against the wall, in such a casual display of some unspoken strength that seems to be lurking beneath his damaged exterior.  Loki’s hands fly up to clutch at the wrist of the hand at his throat, eyes going wide with panic just as the muffled, distant yells kick in from the observation room.

Late tagging out, I'm not sure who's already posted so this is mostly just to show yall 😁

@kcscribbler, @natendo-art, @kusakichan15, @mythical-magik, @devilbearingtrouble,

@impulsemuppet, @mirilyawrites, @scifikimmi, @silentxsymphony, @ilaytrapsfortroubadours,

@boredintjqueen, @rin-love-is-green, @confetti39x, @stillwanderingflame, @andthekitchensinkao3,

@blackbirdofasgard, @dreamycloud, @distracteddream, @mobius-m-mobius, @dilfmobius,

@adorbspotat, @wolfpup026

[iamironmanlol]

Ngl I think I’ll always feel robbed of the Peter and Loki interaction we deserved

Peter: oh man, you’re the one that tried to invade earth and take over back in like 2012

Loki: yes.

Peter: …you’re not like, still into that, are you?

Loki: on a good day.

Peter:

Peter: what do you- what do you do on bad days?

Just imagine. The potential I believe these two had. (Add a little sprinkle of irondad Tony freaking out bc his kid is talking to the god that killed 80 people in 2 days)

[guardianjameslight]

Fetish? Really? Every time you write something you become more pathetic. That wasn't even important part of Loki, just an esthetic for retro futuristic place outside of space and time, and with WandaVision it made sense, especially with context.

[lokiusly]

[natendo-art]

✨ Art summary 2024 ✨ . . Another year full of Lokius and especially Mobius love 🥺💕

[lexycxndy]

"Pawns to a God's game"

(a other lighting cause i couldn't decide which looked good- and ref is from this captain America comic cover it was pretty good comic)

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Love and Sex and Magic | Mr & Mrs Laufeyson AU | Loki x Reader

Loki tries a new spell on you, but he requires a key ingredient before the spell will work, your pleasure.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content & language. Pregnancy talk, hint of breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex, sex magic, slight d/s undertones (dom Loki), dirty talk, creampie.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Mr & Mrs Laufeyson Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist

Loki studied his notes carefully, the faded runes and symbols swirled across the page, bunching together at the edges where space had run out. He was sure this was how it was done, he'd studied it enough times that he knew it was correct but doubt kept creeping into his mind.

Most of Frigga's texts, the documents she so carefully kept for him, the records she kept, were lost during Ragnarok. But he had a small book about his person with basic symbols and short hand to work from and slowly he'd been able to piece this paticular spell back together.

"Lie still." he swatted at your bare thigh, the paper on your stomach sliding off onto the bed when you giggled.

You sat up on your elbows so you could look at him properly, "how am I meant to lie still when you're writing on me! I'm sure you're tickling me on purpose, is all this really necessary?" You sat up higher, craning your neck down to see the intricate ice blue swirls traced up your legs and hips, over your stomach.

"I don't have to explain myself to you!" Loki snapped, and to anyone else maybe he could sound harsh, but you merely laughed at him again, poking him with one delicately painted toe. He tipped his head a little examining the patterns on your skin, his mussed hair dropped to one side in elegent curls, elongating his already elegent neck and you smiled at him expectantly. "I think you're done anyway, just need to wait for the ink to dry. He sat back on his haunches and fanned at the ink, watching the wet shine fade. "Excellent, you're done!" He clapped his hands together with finality.

"Is that the spell? Is the spell cast?" You dropped back onto the bed, arms spread wide, gazing at the ceiling and waiting to feel something.

"No darling, not yet," he leaned over you, his eyes darkening to a predatory glint, "there's one more thing you need to do first." He whispered into your ear, the warm air tickling your sensitive skin, his nose traced the line of your jaw, tongue flicking out briefly to feel your pulse beating wildly.

"Lo - wha- " he nosed across your collar bone, breathy and soft until he reached your other ear, biting at the lobe until you whined.

"For the magic to work, you need to cum for me," just his words sent tingles through your body. How could you deny him such a simple and pleasurable request.

"So make me cum, Loki," your hands searched his body desperately, trying to manhandle him closer while you reached up to kiss him.

He was so gentle, his delicate fingers teasing pleasure across your hip and between your legs where you ached for him.

"My darling, I will give you everything, just be patient," he kissed your temple as your head thrashed against the downy pillows of your marital bed, "hush, just be calm." He kissed down your neck again, feeling your pulse speed up against his lips, "I'll give you everything you need and I'll take your pleasure to seal the spell."

Loki lifted one of your legs and hooked it around his muscular back, tracing his hands back down to your hips and lifting you against him. You arched your back, trying in vain to get closer.

"I'm going to fill you with my cock and then, when you can take no more, I'll fill you with my cum until you're dripping with it." He cupped your sex with his palm, running his fingers through the arousal gathered there, tracing over the runes on your thighs with your own essence, sealing their power into your skin.

"Please, Loki, I want it, I want your cock, I want your cum." You begged, canting your hips up towards his and gasping at the feel of his cock running between your folds, nudging your clit.

"My darling, my own," he growled, notching the head of his cock at your entrance. "Do you want it? Or do you need it?" He teased, toying with you, allowing you only the barest stretch around his glorious cock before drawing back and revelling in your mewls of desire.

"I need it, I need it! Please, Loki, please!" You begged, eyes watering with your desperation, fighting against the grip he had on your hips, holding you still against the bed, unable to seek the mercy of pressure, friction, where you most needed it.

"My poor wife," he cooed, "cupping your cheek, my perfect, wonderful wife, I would give you everything, all you have to do is ask." And he slid home, burying himself in your warmth.

Loki was a passionate lover, ferocious in the pursuit of your mutual pleasure. But he could also be focused, driven and deeply loving. His palms cupped your face as he poured every ounce, every speck, of his devolution into your union. Aching to see you satisfied he kept his thrusts deep and sure, rolling his hips against your own and brushing your sensative clit with each movement.

"Loki" you whispered, over come with your love for him and this tender side of him so rarely shown to anyone but you. His cheeks were flushed, dark curls of hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes, almost black with desire, focussed solely on you.

"That's it my darling, I know you're close, I want to feel your beautiful cunt squeezing me, milking me, and then I'll give you everything you need." His voice, like black silk, tipped you over the edge. Your back arched and your toes flexed into the sheets, ink smudging into the fabric. Loki took the opportunity to slide a hand under you, holding you up against him as he too reached his climax, pressing inside of you and spurting ropes of thick, hot cum deep inside. He held you there, hips tilted upwards, while he decorated you with kisses.

In the afterglow he held you close still, buried inside so not even a drop would be wasted.

"Do you think...could that be it?" You asked, scared in the darkness, only a few guttering candles still lighting the room.

"I don't know, it could be. All the spell does it make it possible. But we may have to try many times, both Midgardians and Jotuns are rarely able to conceive on the first try." He winked, finally allowing you to relax onto the bed. He watched your legs, making sure that even the smallest dribble of cum was scooped up and tucked back inside of you with his long fingers.

"Oh, okay," you touched one of the intricate designs on your leg, trying to distract yourself from the sensative feeling of Loki's hand, moving slowly and gently through your folds.

"We should wash you now," Loki sat up and held out his hand to help you up too, he waved his other hand, green magic glittering from his palm towards the ensuite where the unmistakable sound of running water bounced back.

"Let's leave it a little while," you took his hand and pulled him back to the bed, guiding him over you and lifting your hips again.

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of Kahhori: Reshaper of Worlds #1

KAHHORI: RESHAPER OF WORLDS #1

THE BREAKOUT CHARACTER FROM THE DISNEY+ WHAT IF…? SHOW MAKES HER COMICS DEBUT! The Mohawk warrior Kahhori fell into Sky World and into our hearts from her first appearance fighting invaders to her home. She’s already helped save all of reality from a demented Doctor Strange and secured peace in her own world… So what NOW? Co-creator and award-winning storyteller Ryan Little launches Kahhori into the 616! Featuring exciting guest stars and the comics debuts of some extraordinary creators, Marvel’s Voices brings you an extra-special anthology celebrating Indigenous heritage and one of the most exciting characters to emerge from the MCU!

Written by: Ryan Little, Arihhonni David, Kelly Lynne D’Angelo Art by: Jim Terry, David Cutler Cover by: Afua Richardson Page Count: 32 Pages Release Date: November 6, 2024