#Mr & Mrs Laufeyson

[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"

[natendo-art]

WIP WEDNESDAY ✨

Thankyou for the tag @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

I haven’t done this in a while! So I had a rummage through my recent wips 🙈

So this is actually in my ‘ready to post’ folder, I wanted to do a proper redraw of comic Mobius to post on the 18th to celebrate the comic release day 💕

Detective Mobius is making an appearance bc I miss him

A broken Mobius accepting his fate, Janus is pleased that he is no longer fighting against it ..

shaving cream bc of the deleted scene 🙈

Knight au

Tall and smol

Mobius falls from Yggdrasil ..

Cosy winter clothes 💕

Mobius is out of options ..

I won’t tag anyone in particular, but if you would like to join in please do! 🥺🙏🏻💕💕💕

[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]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @impulsemuppet!!

🚨 THIS IS A TWO-PARTER!! 🚨

Have a BEEG snippet from me and @ghoulehhh just cause we feel nice! This is part 1! Here's the second part 😉

Loki’s face settles into a calm mask, the small, smug smile resting on his lips radiating a sense of ease - even if he can feel his bones shaking with excitement…and maybe fear. That feeling only intensifies as he sets foot in the room, the door swinging shut behind him with a chilling finality once he’s cleared the threshold. Striding towards the table with confidence, he slides into the empty seat opposite the prisoner and drops his folder down.  The grizzled Variant sitting there only reacts once the chair scrapes the floor and the folder hits the table. He’s still slouching in his own chair, hands remaining in his lap - but at least there’s an air of recognition amidst his general state of malaise, something that could vaguely pass for rapt attention. Loki flips open to the top page as he settles in, deciding the timestick he’s brought should stay in his lap - well out of the other man’s reach. Instead of sprawling out like he would normally, he keeps his legs firmly tucked in towards his side. He can’t place why he feels the need to exercise such caution, but something inside prods him to do so. Better safe than sorry. “So…M-KI211 is it?” he starts, keeping things casual and his tone light. His attention is on the stack of papers, pretending like he isn’t the least bit interested in anything else. “...Or do you have a less formal name I can call you?” “That’s what they’re callin’ me?” the gray-haired man replies after a few moments, his voice dull and even. There’s a shallow sigh, a look of disappointment crossing his features. And then he’s mumbling: “Dunno what I expected. Sounds kinda boring.” Hearing Mobius’ voice come out of the stranger’s mouth is jarring to say the least. It’s the same, unmistakably so, but it sounds so dead compared to the original. Loki resists the urge to frown, thoughts already racing through his head about who this particular Variant could be, what could have possibly happened to him to make him already so different to the Mobius he knows.  Not-Mobius lifts his cuffed hands just so he can scratch at a little itch on his cheek, the pad of his blackened thumb rubbing close to the fissure that’s running straight down from his hairline. Loki’s eyes follow him as he moves, watching those charred fingers linger on vivid blue lines before he lets them drop back down into his lap with a clink of the metal cuffs. Overall, he looks tired and thoroughly battered, like he might fall apart right here, skin worn and bruised and sickly-looking - and yet Loki can still feel a power radiating from him.  He glances a bit further up, making eye contact with those faintly glowing blue irises and regretting it immediately. It’s familiar, that something - almost intoxicatingly so. The Variant’s lip curls into a slightly more pronounced smile - an amused one - and Loki quickly looks away, back down at the document.  “Well, it’s one of the names here,” he comments, flipping through a few pages of the document, most of which have heavy edits and large sections completely crossed out, all with different variant numbers attached. He’s not really reading much of anything, eyes skimming the text instead. “Though you’re quite right - it is rather boring.” He straightens in his chair, looking back up from the document with an apathetic nod of his head. “What would you expect me to call you?”

Tagging mostly so people can see, since I'm late YET AGAIN 😅

@elodiah @lokimobius @natendo-art @kcscribbler @kusakichan15

@mythical-magik @devilbearingtrouble @mirilyawrites @scifikimmi @silentxsymphony

@ilaytrapsfortroubadours @boredintjqueen @rin-love-is-green @stillwanderingflame @andthekitchensinkao3

@insert-witty-user-name-here @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @distracteddream @mobius-m-mobius

@mobiusismycomfortcharacter @dilfmobius @adorbspotat

[lokiusly]

[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.

[lexycxndy]

Two multiversal villains ✨

Enemies to lovers? 👀

(Mr Tesseract inspired by @natendo-art ✨)

[puzzlevision-official]

judge me based off of my kin list really quick

[age-of-moonknight]

“What If Venom Bonded to Moon Knight?” What If…? Venom (Vol. 1/2024), #5.

Writer: Jeremy Holt; Pencilers and Inkers: Jesús Hervás and Geraldo Borges; Colorist: Ceci de la Cruz; Letterer: Ariana Maher

[in-my-loki-feels]

Title: More Than Your Broken Pieces Rating: T Fandom: Loki (TV) Relationship: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius (aka Mr. Tesseract) Some Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Not Canon Compliant, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Human Experimentation, Enemies to Lovers, On the Run, Drinking & Talking, Angst, Implied/Referenced Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Temporary Character Death Word Count: 19.2k

Summary:

Loki's plan to invade Earth hits an immediate impasse when he discovers the Tesseract is not the simple cube he's expecting. Mobius awakens in a strange lab in a body he barely recognizes, with a head full of broken memories and an angry god trying to tear him apart. After being split up by their first confrontation, the two are drawn back together by the fates, which have even more complications in store for them.

Here is my final piece for @lokiusbang!! This was a big idea to take on in the time that was left, but I'm excited I had the chance to write it! And, in my usual way, I blew past the minimum word count. 😆 In my defense, I really wanted to make the ending feel earned and also wanted to include as many of the artist's details as I could. I hope you enjoy it! 💚💙

Please check out Alexie's incredible comic that inspired this work here on Twitter!

[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)

[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

[natendo-art]

✨ The battle’s inside pt.35 ✨

Mobius is ready to let go, Loki on the other hand is not…

[dreamycloud]

DP3 gave me the brainrot so here’s a new ship: Wolfedox, or Brad/Paradox.

Please let me convince you through my new fic, first chapter live on AO3!

After his arrest for crimes against the TVA, Paradox is enrolled in the TVA’s new clemency program. The program is run by Commissioner Mobius, who believes it’s never too late to change. Paradox isn’t so sure about changing, but he does want to get out of the program, so he accepts a partnership with fellow prisoner Brad Wolfe.

Brad has a plan to get them out: they need a pardon from Mobius, and the best way to do that? Find a way to reunite Mobius with Loki. The only problem is that Loki hasn’t been seen since the TVA’s restructure. With Paradox’s brains and Brad’s brawn, they’ll figure it out…and perhaps develop feelings for each along the way.

[thosegayoldmen]

Seven Sexy Sentence Sunday 🌶️

Thank you as always for the tags! @elodiah @lokimobius @devilbearingtrouble @boredintjqueen & @in-my-loki-feels

🚨 THIS IS A TWO-PARTER!! 🚨

Me and @ghoulehhh are sharing another double snippet of our Mr Tesseract one-shot! Now officially named 'Your Paradox is Blue'. 💙

Mine is the first part, go HERE for the second 😘

Here's the two previous snippets as well for anyone who may have missed! 🥰

Loki frowns at the word needy, pulling back from the kiss, his brow pinched. He intends to rebuke the claim, but Tesseract chooses that moment to press his knee more firmly against him and all that comes out instead is a long whine, his face flushing with embarrassment.  The reaction is adorable, proving Tesseract’s exact point. He can’t help smirking as he admires the way Loki flattens his whole body back against the wall, how he can hardly catch his breath. He rewards his lover with another tease - hands brushing up his bare chest, giving only enough warmth to keep him wanting and whining. Loki arches slightly towards those hands, trying to chase the heat. With a roll of his shoulders, Tesseract’s jumpsuit slips and exposes more of his skin - the lightest sheen of sweat glistening over his soft, yet sturdy muscles, the insistent glow of the cracks traveling throughout. It isn’t intended as an open invitation - he’s simply feeling overheated, the visual stimulus making him hotter by the second. The garment pools around his waist, exposing what’s left of the salt-and-pepper hair that used to trail down past his stomach before the scar tissue. Loki’s gaze is drawn to the shifting fabric, then the bare skin, and he stares openly at the other’s chest with dark, hooded eyes. Loki’s hands slide from Tesseract’s hair, smoothing down the sides of his neck and over his shoulders. He’s seen Mobius with his shirt off a handful of times, mostly right after a mission in the locker rooms, and he can’t help noting the differences.  As Loki’s hands glide over the skin, he can still feel the telltale give of the man’s soft curves and a plush middle, but with the distinct hardness of muscle beneath. He presses the palms of his hands a bit firmer, dragging them over the raised fissures littering his body. He feels the jagged edges of cracks catch on his skin, fingertips lingering on dark bruising as he gently follows their fractured patterns.

Tagging out to all the lovelies! 💚🧡💙 @kcscribbler @natendo-art @kusakichan15 @mirilyawrites @scifikimmi

@loki-is-my-kink-awakening @silentxsymphony @ilaytrapsfortroubadours @rin-love-is-green @stillwanderingflame

@andthekitchensinkao3 @insert-witty-user-name-here @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @distracteddream

@mobius-m-mobius @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @dilfmobius @adorbspotat @impulsemuppet

@confetti39x

[someonesrealityshifting]

I have a collection! It’s called “images that MCU nerds can hear”!

Hehe it started funny but then you got sad, huh