#enigma in wonderland

[enigmatic-pers]

The first years after vdc, I love doing these memes man.

I had a hc where deuce never let go of a cauldron for a month after VDC cause it’s his it’s only lethal weapon against school boi’s emo panic attacks

I was giggling the whole time lol.

This was poorly colored since it was rushed…

[towelclips]

My Ramshackle OCS (and Grim) in a nutshell

[enigmatic-pers-reblogs]

When does the playful land event for twisted wonderland JP server end ?

I’m curious so i know when to expect the grooveyed cards.

[blind0raven]

Jack Howl's birthday teaser has arrived! With an early post than near his birthday!

So confession, Jack's birthday art really makes me nervous on the account that we don't know who Jack is really based on (or more at least I don't know)

So I mostly went with what I thought would be his strongest contender. Once his platinum card is revealed we'll finally know, and if I somehow got this right then I'll be extremely happy. If not then that's fine, I'll still post his birthday art either way.

So yeah, stay tune!

(Also yes when trying to find any information, I did see about being based off from White Fang. I did not go with that for the art since I never saw nor heard of White Fang so I was not very sure of it so sorry guys)

[gifti3]

Rook

[myeagleexpert]

Perfect 😍💗

[An Enigma]

The Ramshackle Dorm prefect is an enigma, a fool and many others. But one thing that the First Years student of Night Raven College agrees is, the prefect is someone to be cautious of.

(gn!reader)

[Note: gender neutral reader, but well this is the point of view of NRC students(not the main cast). Also English is not my first language, so forgive me for the error. ]

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HEARTSLABYUL

For Heartslabyul members their dormleader is a tyrant, short temper, unreasonable, unapproachable and a ticking bomb.

Any moment the bomb can go off, you need to be cautious to approach lest you accidentally trigger it.

For this person not afraid to question and goes against his ridiculous rules is... Amazing yet foolish.

To them, Riddle's collar is a hindrance to them. They block the user magic, truly a frightening unique magic to have. But to the Prefect, it's nothing but a heavy fancy collar.

They saw it, a rebellion they said, the prefect and that Trappola guy, questioning and even fighting with that leader.

They lost though, well not a surprise, he is the one that won after challenging the previous dorm leader for that position.

Even after the whole conflict is settled, Riddle is still a frightening figure to be near, the clicking of his high hills is enough to strike a fear into the Heartslabyul members.

For this person to casually talk and tease the dormleader, truly, it takes a huge courage.

To then the prefect is a fool and courageous. An enigma.

SAVANACLAW

The majority of the Savanaclaw members are beastmen. Full of carnivorous animals.

They live by the rules of nature, the strongest is the leader.

To them, Leona Kingscholar is an untouchable leader. A ruthless one to add.

No one dares to challenge him, that is why the dorm didn't have a vice leader. A king that rules the kingdom by himself.

So when this puny herbivore decides to waltz into the beast's territory they thought, what a foolish person.

Yet that foolish person manages to blackmail convince their leader to help them against that slimy Octovinelle dormleader, they thought, what a bold person.

One shouldn't touch a Lion's possession. When one of the courageous egoist members dares to touch the Lion's possession, well let's say it won't end well.

To receive a glare from Leona that is across the room is... Frightening experience. No one dares to play with death after all.

It's fair to question their relationship really, the King doesn't seem like he is protecting or spoiling the herbivore, yet he didn't allow anyone to get closer to them. Is he waiting for the right moment to attack maybe?

Yet the sight of him relaxing with them under the tree seems like an unusual behavior for a hunter.

A wonder. An enigma.

OCTAVINELLE

Azul Ashengrotto is a mastermind and a manipulator. And that is not secret to everyone.

He got everything under his control. What a terrifying person. No one in Octavinelle dares to question him, after all they know, he will guarantee success with any of his plans.

One step you take, Azul already took 5 steps ahead. A game that you can't win.

Every word and action has to be properly calculated, lest you fall into his traps. But Azul is a Mastermind, what he wants, he will get.

Yet this magicless student that has nothing on their names manages to pique his interest. What a terrifying situation to be in.

Octavinelle students think that the Ramshackle Prefect is a fool, like a fish swimming too close to the shore, like a mermaid trying to pretend as a human. A terrible and dumb action.

Who in this world,wants to be close to Azul. Tiring when you have to be aware of every word you say, every action you take.

Yet for this person to be so relaxed with the master of manipulation, do they have no fear? Or simply do they have nothing to lose?

A question really, well not like they will voice it out loud, the fact that one magicless person can reign in Floyd, is enough of a reason for them to show an ounce of respect to them.

Well, reign is a bold word no? Truth to be told whatever that prefect are, manage to keep Floyd's attention to them. Every time they are in the same room Floyd only focuses on them. A win for them, no one really wants to have that beast attention on them.

To Octavinelle the prefect is a person that is worth observing, an enigma.

SCARABIA

Unlike other dorms, Scarabia's dormleader is sunshine, kind and a fresh sight for a school like NRC.

He didn't rule tyrantly like heartslabyul, didn't strike a fear like Savanaclaw and you don't need to be cautious when interacting with him.

So when a friend and classmate are from a different dorm advice not to get too close to be prefect, the are confused.

Their dormleader is very welcoming and talkative, so it's not weird to see him converse with the prefect.

But when the drama with their vice leader happens they catch a glimpse of why their friends from other dorms said the prefect is scary.

For them, to outsmart the close to perfection, Jamil Viper, truly a magnificent and terrifying person.

Although the conflict is settled with the help of the Octavinelle trio, the prefect still is a major key in it.

But for them to still converse with Jamil happily after Jamil imprisoned them in the room for a while.

Maybe, just a little, they will be cautious with them too.

A person worth to be cautious of. An enigma.

POMEFIORE

When you think of the word "beautiful" Vil Schoenheit. His beauty is otherworldly.

Vil is like a rose, his beauty is to be admired from afar, too close and you will get prick by his thorn.

While Vil is stern, he is not as scary as the other dormleader. He is approachable at least, the least you get from him is scolding for not wearing your uniform properly.

But Vil is Pomefiore's dorm leader. In order to achieve that title they have to make the most potent poison out of all their peers.

And that alone is scary.

And for this person to be so close to Vil Schoenheit is... Foolish.

At first Vil seems kind of indifferent to them, just exist is what they like to describe.

Yet after the VDC, Their untouchable beauty seems to spoil them a little. A high brand of tea, a new set of clothing, a suitable color makeup, a new skin care. Seems like the prefect strike an interest in Vil.

From a person existing to a person that gets scolded by Vil to take care of their beauty makes you wonder who exactly is the prefect.

Not to mention, their huntsman called them a trickster, for you to earn that kind of nickname from him.

And for them to be surrounded by their top beauty, to strike an interest in their poisonous queen. To achieve such a title from their huntsman. Maybe they are worthy to stand and observe.

To Pomefiore's members, the prefect is worthy to admire. An enigma.

IGNIHYDE

Ignihyde is a dorm that is full of introverts. Popular people are to avoid, lest they accidentally trigger a long tiring world quest.

The Ramshackle Prefect is among the top names of individuals to avoid at all cost.

A mysterious magicless student with their card soldier and a fire raccoon.

Everywhere they go, it attracts attention, no mystery, after all, all of the overblot incidents somehow they are involved in it.

To be well acquainted with the dorm leaders, and close enough to joke around with them.

Everywhere they go seems like troubles will follow, an introvert nightmare. And it seems like their dorm leader agrees too.

A person that is to be observed from a far. An individual that you can only see in news and newspapers.

Yet, after the attack at their school, it appears that their dorm leader is not entirely a person they thought he was. Their presence in their dorm is getting frequented. Although most of the time they only come for Ortho.

Some of the students that are more familiar with... Data collecting, tried to search for something about them. Family lineage, medical history, birth place, ethnic, a simple date of birth, yet they come up empty hand.

Is it because they are protected?? Surely not, even Kingscholar and Draconia have some sort of information on the internet.

Like a ghost, they appear and make their presence known, and like a ghost they disappear without a trace.

To Ignihyde members, the Ramshackle's prefect is worth researching more. An enigma.

DIASOMNIA

A fool

There is a saying that said, Ignorance is a bliss. Perhaps this was the case of the Ramshackle's prefect??

Yet it doesn't seem like it.

Their Vice leader seems like he adored them. Sometimes inviting them to Diasomnia dorm or asking the two knights to pass on a message.

And they seem to be close with THE Malleus Draconia. Although in the presence of other people they called him "Malleus-senpai". Yet sometimes you can catch a slip of tongue, "Tsunotaro" much to Sebek's dismay. What a disrespectful nickname to call the heir of the Valley of Thorns.

Although the fae only chuckles and seems to not mind it. Maybe enjoy it a bit.

Of course Diasomnia students know who the prefect is. Like a curse, all sorts of trouble follows them everywhere they go. They often become the subject of a talk in that school.

The Ramshackle's prefect challenge the tyrant rulers in a duel with their friends.

The Ramshackle's Prefect poke an irritated lion.

The prefect, The Ramshackle's this and that, truly they are full of Misfortune.

When some foolish members try to cast a curse a spelled on them, the spell did not affect them at all. It looks like they have a protective spell surrounding them.

It appears Lilia is quite protective over them too, well at least in Lilia's own way.

And the Dragon? Well... You shouldn't touch a dragon's treasure.

For a magicless student to attract the attention of all this beast. Truly Diasomnia students don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

For Diasomnia students, the Ramshackle's prefect is a walking misfortune, to be avoided. Yet they can't help but think they are an enigma.

[enigmasong]

I've already got an exact idea for a V-streamer persona.

But that is something that is gonna have to wait till I can pay someone to animate for me - because like hell I'm gonna struggle with trying that.

[enigmatic-pers]

No words just experimenting with ace cause he’s addicting to draw.

[enigmatic-pers]

💀

I completely forgot I had this as a message lmfao-

Reblog with your player profile message :0 [JP or EN is fine]

[enigmatic-pers-reblogs]

The fact we’re probably getting book 7 right away after October or in the middle of November sounds frightening to me.

Mainly cause I won’t be able to see JP servers events beforehand and save way before the EN server reaches up 💀

And also cause I will not be able to withstand the power struggle between me and my impatience of not being able to handle both school work and personal entertainment 😀. ( I don’t need 8 hours of sleep anymore )

[renjunibug]

FRIENDLY(?) NEIGHBOURHOOD SPIDERMAN - mark lee smau

summary: fashion major y/n l/n sucks at science. bad. so when she was paired up with mark lee, known physics nerd (who happened to be her type) for her physics project, she was super excited to work with him & get to know him, until she wasn't.

or in which mark lee is enigma outside of the nyu campus.

spiderman!mark x fem!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, slow-burn, humorrrr, fluff, slight angst, college au.

warnings: sexual and death jokes!!!

extra; first fic / smau :D, wanted to try making one so here we gooo

PLAYLIST: 200 (Minhyung's Version) - MARK , III. Urn - Childish Gambino , Some - Steve Lacy , Lost in Translation - The Neighbourhood , BODYGUARD - Beyonce , Wonderland - Taylor Swift , Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys , Breath - GOT7

profiles 1 ! | profiles 2 !

keep yourself safe!

oh so what youre saying is

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Welcome my sluggers 🐌

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¿Get to know me:¿

Who/what are you?: I am just a goober, a dumb goober who likes to draw and who wants to stay as an enigma.

what tools do you use?: I mainly use procreate on an iPad, I use the narinder brush for inking and sketching.

What’s your interest?:

The Magnus archives

Tadc

Alice in wonderland

slugs

horror

platonic or romantic fictional relationships

mystery/monsters

suspense

Splatoon

Old times stuff

Animation/storyboard/concept art/ect.

4. What are your restrictions?: Not much besides the obvious.

I won’t tolerate any harassment toward anyone, friends, or myself. I won’t answer any asks I don’t have an answer to, or if they’re spammed non stop.

I don’t take requests, unless it’s directly from KOFI: only costs five dollars.

please know I’m very slow minded, but feel free to make fun of me.

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

hi omg since u reopened ur reqs can i !!!! request some spencer reid x ftm christmas-y headcanons ? sfw and nsfw if possible !!! tysm i LOVE your writing

nsfw.

a/n: howdy friend!! first off, i just wanted to thank you for loving my work, it really means a lot, especially when i come back from long unplanned breaks like this; but - without further ado, here's your headcanons! :]

sfw:

in my mind, spencer doesn't really have the need to celebrate the holidays if he's by himself.

sure he'll indulge in his colleagues and go to the christmas parties or participate in secret santa, but if he's single, he's not really one to celebrate.

but once he's with you? yeah, things start to get REAL festive around here, and fast.

what was once a bare apartment now gets turned into a winter wonderland by the beginning of december.

you're also real strict about when decorations go up. it can't be too early, and it can't be too late, because you have that party to throw!

you definitely ask force him to help you.

now, spencer sometimes gets overwhelmed with certain social situations, but seeing you with his team makes the little bits of anxiety all worth it.

they love you, and treat you as one of their own, especially penelope.

bless his heart, once the two of you get together, it's a chaotic mess.

she'll compliment you on the decorations, and then your outfit, and then your cooking, then all of a sudden you've planned a whole other party a year in advance.

spencer doesn't mind it though.

even though you put the jolly in his holly, he absolutely despises gift getting.

the stores are crowded, online shopping is a mess, and the black friday deals aren't really deals.

"Buy one get one 40% off? that doesn't even make any sense." spencer murmurs to himself. you can't help but chuckle at him, "that's capitalism for you, baby."

but when the buying is all said and done, he enjoys wrapping said gifts.

there's just something he finds so therapeutic about the meticulousness of the cutting, folding, and taping. maybe it's the perfectionist in him.

morning of is always so magical, because he enjoys seeing the smile and awe on your face whenever you open something of his.

but nothing compared to when it was his turn.

you'd stare him down with your expectant gaze, angsty, as if you were the one opening the gift.

you'd watch his reactions closely, and if he played up his amazement, it was no one's business but his own.

nsfw:

there's just something about the christmas spirit that turns spencer into a little freak.

like... maybe it's because it's cold outside and he's "huddling" for warmth, but one moment you're having a sweet moment on couch, then the next you're bent over the arm rest taking the craziest backshots of your life.

he's such an enigma because in an instant he's touching all over you like a fiend and then the next he's asking you what christmas movie you want to watch.

lowkey bottoms a lot during the month of december.

like, maybe it's the need to be closer to you, but he just wants to be bent over and devoured.

it gets to a point where he starts to put little bottles of lube all over the apartment just in case the opportunity strikes where one of you need it.

it kind of shocks you if you're going to be honest, because usually he's kind of reserved when it comes to sex.

he's not like a total prude, but sometimes it's hard for him to express what he wants, so for him to extremely grabby, borderline needy, it's a bit stunting.

there's no complaints coming from you though.

uses scientific facts about how sex can help you warm up quicker.

"did you know that sex-"

"yes, spencer, i know. do you want to fuck me, or not?"

okay this one is kind of foul, but i think his feet get cold easily so i think he wears socks during sex.

THEMED SOCKS BY THE WAY

expect to be staring down little santas or snowmen while you try to suck him off.

"spencer, where'd you get these?"

"they were on sale!"

there's something about the way the lights from the tree illuminate your face at night that makes him look.

he just stares at you, and the lazy look you throw him from your laying position on the couch forces him onto his stomach.

he's placing sweet kisses through your shirt, leading down to your waistband where he's tugging it down.

he's sweet as he takes you into his mouth, his eyes closing like there's no where else he'd rather be.

and honestly, he doesn't.

[amethystarachnid]

hi! i hope im not too late but can i request lost holiday spirit for loki x female reader?

maybe it could go something like loki and (avenger) reader both live at the tower and aren’t that close but reader hears about lokis lost holiday spirit and tries to get him to celebrate christmas in really cute ways and they end up together at the end? maybe due to some mistletoe and loki ends up celebrating christmas with the rest of the avengers. thank you!!

MR. GRINCH

⤷ LOKI LAUFEYSON

ᯓ★ Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 3.8k

ᯓ★ Summary: what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing

ᯓ★ After this event is done I was thinking of writing a part two with Loki meeting the rest of her family if y'all want to read it!!

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The Avengers Tower sparkles like a snow globe come to life. Twinkling lights are draped over every railing and banister, a giant Christmas tree dominates the common room, and stockings hang above the roaring fireplace, despite its purely decorative function. You flit around like a sugar-fueled elf, adjusting ornaments, humming along to Mariah Carey, and basking in the glow of your favorite time of year.

Your enthusiasm is infectious to most. Tony grumbles about the electricity bill but still orders another dozen boxes of lights. Steve pretends to roll his eyes but secretly joins you for late-night cocoa sessions by the tree. Even Natasha doesn’t protest when you drape a little tinsel around her chair.

Loki, however, is a different story.

The resident God of Mischief is an enigma at the best of times. His presence at the Tower is still a relatively new and tentative arrangement, a diplomatic olive branch between Asgard and Earth. You’re not sure if he’s here to redeem himself, learn from Thor, or just avoid Odin’s wrath. Either way, he’s the ultimate Grinch in your holiday wonderland.

You first notice it when he steps into the kitchen one frosty morning. You’re perched on a stool, munching on gingerbread cookies and debating whether the kitchen needs a wreath (it does). Loki glides in, all dark robes and haughty demeanor, and pauses mid-stride when he spots the garlands you hung around the cabinets.

“What is this excessive display?” he asks, his voice dripping with disdain.

You blink. “Christmas decorations.”

He narrows his eyes as if you’ve just declared your allegiance to an enemy kingdom. “Why?”

“Why?” You repeat, incredulous. “Because it’s Christmas! It’s festive and joyful and magical. Why wouldn’t you want decorations?”

“Because,” he says slowly, as if explaining to a child, “it is frivolous and nonsensical. A mortal invention to distract from the bleakness of winter.”

You gasp, clutching a cookie to your chest as though he’s just insulted your firstborn. “You don’t like Christmas?”

“I don’t dislike it,” he replies coolly. “I am indifferent.”

Indifferent. To Christmas. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. It’s not just an opinion—it’s an affront to everything you hold dear.

“Loki,” you say, your tone turning serious. “You can’t live here, surrounded by all this cheer, and not feel even a tiny bit of joy. I won’t allow it.”

He raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “I was unaware my emotional state required your approval.”

“It does now,” you announce. “Because I’ve just decided that you’re my new project.”

His lips twitch, almost forming a smirk. “A project?”

“Yes. I’m going to make you fall in love with Christmas.”

“And how, pray tell, do you intend to accomplish such a feat?” His voice drips with sarcasm, but you detect a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

You grin, undeterred. “Oh, you’ll see.”

Day One

The next morning, Loki walks into the living room to find you perched by the stereo, scrolling through your phone. He doesn’t need to ask what you’re doing—Bing Crosby croons “White Christmas” as your grin widens.

“Ah, perfect timing,” you chirp. “I’ve made a Christmas playlist for the Tower, and I’m sure you’re going to love it.”

“Highly unlikely.”

Ignoring him, you press play, and the room fills with the unmistakable harmonies of Wham!’s Last Christmas. Loki sighs loudly, but you’re already dancing around him, singing off-key and attempting to get him to join in.

“You might as well embrace it,” you say. “There’s no escaping Christmas music in December. Resistance is futile.”

“I am not ‘resisting.’” He makes air quotes that somehow look aristocratic. “I simply fail to see the appeal.”

“Come on,” you coax. “Even you must have some fondness for a holiday that inspires such happy tunes.”

Loki regards you as if you’ve sprouted antlers. “My ‘fondness,’ if it exists, is reserved for silence.”

You pout dramatically. “Not even a little head bop?”

He ignores you, sweeping past toward the library. But later, when you catch him humming faintly under his breath—whether to mock you or not—you count it as a small victory.

Day Two

Your next strategy involves decorating the massive tree in the common room. Everyone else is busy, so you commandeer Loki, much to his chagrin.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters, holding a string of lights like it’s a venomous snake.

“You’re tall,” you counter. “And I need help with the top branches.”

With great reluctance, he levitates to reach the higher sections. His magic comes in handy, and despite his complaints, you catch him inspecting the ornaments with genuine curiosity.

“What is the purpose of these trinkets?” he asks, turning a glittery bauble over in his hands.

“They’re not trinkets—they’re memories,” you explain. “See this one?” You point to a slightly crooked star. “Steve made it during his first Christmas in the Tower.”

Loki snorts softly. “It’s hideous.”

“Hey! It has character.”

You work side by side for an hour, and though he pretends to hate every moment, you catch him smirking when you struggle to untangle a particularly stubborn string of lights. By the time the tree is finished, it’s a masterpiece of shimmering ornaments and warm golden lights.

“You did good, Mischief,” you say, nudging his arm. “Admit it—you had fun.”

“I did no such thing,” he replies, but his tone lacks its usual venom.

Day Three

You escalate your efforts with a Christmas movie marathon, complete with a platter of cookies and the richest hot cocoa you can muster. Loki takes one sip and eyes you suspiciously.

“What is this concoction?”

“Hot chocolate,” you say, waving a candy cane for emphasis. “A Christmas essential.”

He takes another cautious sip. Then another. When the cup is empty, you wordlessly slide him a second.

You spend the evening watching Home Alone and Elf. Loki scoffs at the absurdity but doesn’t leave the room. You can’t tell if it’s the cocoa or the ridiculous antics of Will Ferrell that keep him seated, but you’ll take it.

By the time December 5th rolls around, you’re cautiously optimistic. Sure, Loki still rolls his eyes at your caroling and glares at mistletoe like it’s cursed, but there’s a softness in his demeanor. A flicker of something you can’t quite place.

And if he lingers a little longer by the tree at night, bathed in its golden glow, you don’t mention it. Not yet, anyway.

Day Four

You’ve discovered Loki’s Achilles’ heel, and it’s not his ego or his penchant for dramatics. It’s hot cocoa. Rich, creamy, decadent hot cocoa. Since the movie night, he’s been making increasingly frequent appearances in the kitchen whenever you’re whipping up a batch.

Today, you’re prepared.

You’ve set up a veritable hot cocoa bar: steaming milk, bowls of chocolate shavings, marshmallows, whipped cream, and even a jar of crushed peppermint. When Loki strolls in, feigning nonchalance, his gaze lands on the spread and narrows suspiciously.

“What is this?” he asks, though his tone betrays faint curiosity.

“It’s called variety,” you reply, grinning. “I figured if you’re going to keep stealing my cocoa, you might as well have options.”

“Stealing is an exaggeration,” he counters, but he steps closer, eyeing the setup. “What is the purpose of… these?” He gestures at the candy canes like they might attack him.

“Toppings! You can customize your drink.”

You demonstrate by ladling hot cocoa into a mug, adding a mountain of whipped cream, and delicately balancing a candy cane on the rim. Loki watches, his expression unreadable, before taking the ladle himself. He prepares a cup with precise movements, eschewing the whipped cream and opting instead for a sprinkling of chocolate shavings.

He takes a cautious sip. His expression remains stoic, but the way his eyes briefly close in satisfaction doesn’t escape your notice.

“Good, right?” you prod.

He nods minutely, still cradling the mug. You bite back a triumphant grin and lean against the counter, watching him sip the drink like it’s an elixir of the gods. Which, to be fair, it might as well be.

“You know,” you say casually, “you’re starting to get the hang of this Christmas thing.”

He snorts. “Do not mistake my tolerance for enthusiasm.”

But there’s no bite in his words, and you’re certain you’ve won another tiny battle.

Day Five

You decide to escalate your plan with a baking session. After all, what’s Christmas without cookies? Loki is less than thrilled when you inform him of this.

“You expect me to assist you with… baking?” he asks, incredulous.

“Yes,” you reply cheerfully, tossing him an apron. “Think of it as alchemy. But delicious.”

He glares at the apron like it’s made of nettles. “This is beneath me.”

“Oh, come on,” you cajole. “You’ve got magic. Surely you can handle a little dough.”

He grumbles but ties the apron on with a dramatic flourish. The sight of Loki, Prince of Asgard and God of Mischief, wearing a plaid apron that reads “Santa’s Favorite Helper” is almost enough to make you collapse in laughter, but you wisely keep it to yourself.

The baking session is… an adventure. Loki’s “assistance” involves levitating ingredients and conjuring unnecessary bursts of green light for dramatic effect. At one point, he grows bored and attempts to enchant the cookie dough, resulting in a sentient lump that tries to crawl off the counter.

“Loki!” you shriek, swatting at the rogue dough with a spatula. “This is not what I meant by teamwork!”

He smirks, watching your struggle with barely concealed amusement. “You did say I should use my talents.”

By some miracle, you manage to wrangle the dough back into submission. When the cookies finally emerge from the oven, golden and fragrant, you plop one onto a plate and shove it toward Loki.

“Taste it,” you demand.

He takes a cautious bite, his expression neutral. Then he takes another, slower bite.

“Well?” you press, bouncing on your heels.

“Adequate,” he says, but the way he reaches for a second cookie says otherwise.

Day Seven

It snows overnight, blanketing the city in a layer of white. The morning brings a rare moment of quiet in the Tower. You’re staring out the window, a steaming mug of cocoa in hand, when Loki appears beside you.

“Do you often waste time staring at frozen precipitation?” he asks, though his tone lacks its usual bite.

“It’s beautiful,” you say simply. “Have you ever played in the snow?”

He looks at you like you’ve suggested he jump into the Hudson River. “Play?”

“Yeah. You know, snow angels, snowball fights, building a snowman?”

“You forget that I hail from Jotunheim,” he says dryly. “I am quite familiar with snow.”

“Great,” you say, grabbing his arm and tugging him toward the door. “Then you’re already a pro.”

Despite his protests, you manage to drag him outside. The courtyard is pristine, untouched by footsteps, and you can’t resist flopping down to make a snow angel. Loki stands over you, his arms crossed, looking deeply unimpressed.

“You’re missing out,” you tell him, brushing snow off your gloves.

“Am I?”

You decide to take matters into your own hands—literally. Scooping up a handful of snow, you pack it into a ball and lob it at him. It hits him square in the chest.

For a moment, there’s silence. Then he looks down at the snow on his robes, then back at you, his expression unreadable.

“You dare?” he says softly.

“I dare,” you reply, grinning.

What follows is an all-out snowball war. Loki cheats, of course, conjuring multiple snowballs at once and launching them with precision. You counter with a combination of speed and sheer determination, laughing so hard your sides ache.

By the time you call a truce, you’re both soaked and breathless. Loki’s hair is damp, and there’s snow clinging to his robes, but his eyes are bright, his lips curved into a genuine smile.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him look truly happy.

Day Ten

You’re sitting by the fire, sipping yet another mug of cocoa, when Loki joins you unprompted. He’s carrying his own mug, which you’re fairly certain he made himself—a small but significant victory.

“You’ve been unusually persistent,” he says, settling into the chair beside you.

“It’s called holiday spirit,” you reply with a grin. “And I’m rubbing off on you. Admit it.”

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gazes at the twinkling lights on the tree, his expression thoughtful.

“I will admit,” he says slowly, “that there is… a certain charm to this season. Though your methods are insufferable.”

You laugh, raising your mug in a mock toast. “I’ll take it.”

For the first time since you started this endeavor, you feel like you’ve genuinely reached him. And as you sit there, sharing the quiet warmth of the fire, you realize that maybe—just maybe—Loki is starting to believe in the magic of Christmas after all.

Day Eleven

The fireplace mantel remains unfinished—a glaring imperfection in your otherwise flawless Christmas wonderland. You’ve been putting it off, unsure of how to best arrange the garlands, candles, and lights. This morning, however, you find Loki standing in front of it, arms crossed, a contemplative look on his face.

“Are you admiring my handiwork?” you tease, stepping up beside him.

“I’m considering how to fix it,” he replies. “It’s… lopsided.”

You tilt your head, squinting at the decorations. “It’s supposed to look whimsical.”

“It looks haphazard,” he counters, glancing down at you with a faint smirk.

“Fine, Mr. Perfect. Show me how you’d do it.”

What starts as a playful challenge turns into a surprisingly intimate collaboration. Loki’s hands brush against yours as he passes you a strand of lights, his touch sending an unexpected warmth up your arm. He leans close to adjust a garland, his voice low as he critiques your “questionable” taste in ribbon colors.

By the time the mantel is complete, the room feels cozier—not just from the flickering candlelight but from the unspoken connection simmering between you.

“Admit it,” you say softly. “This was fun.”

Loki’s gaze lingers on you for a beat longer than necessary. “Moderately enjoyable,” he murmurs, the corners of his lips twitching upward.

Day Thirteen

You’re perched on a ladder in the common room, attempting to hang a sprig of mistletoe from the ceiling beam. The ladder wobbles precariously, and just as you’re about to lose your balance, strong hands grip your waist, steadying you.

“Careful,” Loki chides, his voice unusually gentle.

You glance down at him, your heart racing—not just from the near fall. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t let go immediately, his hands lingering as he helps you down from the ladder. When your feet touch the ground, you realize just how close you are. The mistletoe dangles above you, unnoticed, as you find yourself caught in his intense gaze.

“Traditionally,” Loki says, his voice dropping to a velvet whisper, “there’s a custom associated with this particular plant.”

You swallow hard, your cheeks heating. “Oh, yeah? I hadn’t noticed.”

His lips curve into a sly smile, but he steps back, breaking the moment. “Perhaps next time,” he says, and you can’t tell if he’s teasing or serious.

Your pulse remains uneven long after he’s gone.

Day Fifteen

You can’t sleep. The glow of the Christmas tree calls to you, and you find yourself padding into the common room, wrapped in a blanket. To your surprise, Loki is already there, seated on the couch with a book in hand.

“Can’t sleep either?” you ask, settling into the armchair across from him.

He closes the book, regarding you with a softness you’ve come to recognize in these quiet moments. “I find the stillness… agreeable.”

The conversation flows easily, shifting from light banter to deeper topics. He talks about Asgardian winters, and you share memories of childhood Christmases. There’s an openness to him tonight, a vulnerability that makes your chest ache.

At one point, you notice him watching you intently, his gaze tracing your features as if committing them to memory. “What is it?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re unlike anyone I’ve met,” he says, the honesty in his tone catching you off guard. “Your insistence on joy, your… stubborn optimism. It’s infuriating. And yet…”

“And yet?” you prompt, your heart pounding.

He leans forward slightly, the space between you charged with unspoken possibilities. “And yet, I find myself drawn to it. To you.”

The admission leaves you breathless. You don’t know what to say, so you settle for a soft smile, hoping it conveys everything you’re feeling.

Day Seventeen

A freak snowstorm traps everyone inside the Tower. While most of the team grumbles about canceled plans, you can’t help but see it as an opportunity. You organize a board game marathon, but when Loki declines to participate, you seek him out in his room.

“Too good for Monopoly?” you tease, leaning against the doorframe.

“I prefer my games to involve a certain level of sophistication,” he replies, though there’s no malice in his tone.

“Come on,” you coax. “It’ll be fun.” But when you understand the won't give in you try another tactic, just sto spend time with him. "Teach me chess instead,” you say, pulling a dusty board from a shelf.

The two of you spend hours by the fire, the snowstorm raging outside, as he teaches you the intricacies of the game. His patience surprises you, as does the way he occasionally lets you win, though he denies it every time.

At some point, you realize you’re no longer focused on the game. Instead, you’re studying the way his hair falls over his shoulders, the way his lips curve when he’s explaining a strategy.

“You’re not paying attention,” he accuses, though his tone is amused.

“Sorry,” you murmur, feeling your cheeks heat.

He leans closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Perhaps I’m more distracting than the game.”

You don’t deny it.

Day Twenty

The Tower is quiet after dinner, most of the team having retreated to their rooms. You and Loki are the last ones in the common room, the tree lights casting soft shadows across his features.

“You’ve done well,” he says, nodding toward the decorations. “This place feels… alive.”

“Thanks to you,” you reply, nudging his shoulder. “You helped more than you’d like to admit.”

“I admit nothing,” he says, though there’s a glimmer of warmth in his eyes.

You fall into a comfortable silence, the air between you heavy with unspoken tension. When he reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face, your breath catches. His fingers linger, his gaze dropping to your lips.

For a moment, time seems to stop. You’re certain he’s going to kiss you, and you lean in ever so slightly, your heart pounding. But then—

“Y/N!” Tony’s voice booms from the hallway, shattering the moment.

You both pull back, flustered, as Tony strides into the room, oblivious to what he’s interrupted.

“I swear he has the worst timing,” you mutter after Tony leaves.

Loki smirks, but there’s a flicker of frustration in his eyes. “Indeed.”

Day Twenty-Four

The Tower hums with a warm energy on Christmas Eve. The team is gathered around the massive tree in the common room, the scent of pine mingling with the aroma of spiced cider and freshly baked cookies. You sit cross-legged on the floor beside Loki, the two of you half-listening as Thor attempts to recount a boisterous Asgardian holiday tradition.

Despite the chaos around you—Steve trying to untangle fairy lights, Clint stealing cookies from the tray, and Tony programming a robotic Santa to distribute presents—you feel grounded. Loki’s presence beside you has a magnetic pull, and you find yourself sneaking glances at him every few moments.

He looks relaxed, a rarity for the God of Mischief. His usual sharp edges seem softer tonight, the flickering glow of the fireplace highlighting his high cheekbones and the glint in his emerald eyes.

“Enjoying yourself?” you ask quietly, leaning slightly toward him.

His lips curve into a faint smirk. “More than I expected.”

The gift exchange begins, the room filling with laughter and playful banter as everyone tears into their wrapping paper. You watch with amusement as Natasha tries not to laugh at the gaudy scarf Clint has given her, and Bruce chuckles at the chemistry-themed mug he receives.

Loki remains apart from the main commotion, though his eyes sparkle with quiet amusement. As the night winds down, the others begin to retreat to their rooms, leaving the two of you alone by the tree.

“You didn’t join the exchange,” you say, turning to him.

“I prefer to give gifts with intention,” he replies, reaching into his pocket.

He produces a small, elegantly wrapped box and hands it to you. “For you.”

Your heart stutters as you carefully undo the ribbon and lift the lid. Inside lies a delicate silver charm bracelet, each charm meticulously chosen: a snowflake, a steaming mug of cocoa, a tiny chess piece, and a star. You recognize each one as a symbol of a moment you’ve shared this month.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe, your fingers trembling slightly as you lift it from the box.

“I thought you might appreciate a memento of your… relentless holiday enthusiasm,” Loki says, though his tone is soft, almost vulnerable.

“I love it,” you say, looking up at him with a wide smile. “Thank you.”

You hesitate for a moment, then reach for the small gift bag you’d hidden earlier. “I, uh, got you something too.”

He raises an eyebrow but accepts the bag, pulling out the contents with a curious expression. Inside is a beautifully bound leather journal, embossed with intricate patterns that remind you of Asgardian designs.

“For your thoughts,” you explain, suddenly shy. “Or plans, or whatever it is you write about. I thought you might like it.”

His fingers brush over the cover reverently. “It’s… thoughtful,” he says, his voice unusually gentle.

Before you can reply, a movement above catches your eye. You tilt your head back and groan. “Oh no.”

Loki follows your gaze, his expression shifting into one of amusement as he spots the sprig of mistletoe hanging directly above you.

“Ah,” he murmurs, his smirk returning. “The infamous custom.”

You open your mouth to say something witty, but the words evaporate as Loki steps closer, his gaze fixed on yours. The air between you feels charged, and your heart hammers in your chest.

“Wouldn’t want to break tradition,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, though there’s a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes.

Before you can second-guess yourself, his lips are on yours. The kiss is soft, unhurried, and yet it sends a spark through your entire body. His hand finds your cheek, his touch warm against your skin, and you melt into him, forgetting everything else in the world.

When you finally pull back, you’re both breathless. Loki’s hand lingers on your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheekbone.

“Mistletoe,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Convenient,” he replies, his lips curving into a rare, genuine smile.

The two of you stand there for a moment, the world around you quiet and still. You glance down at the bracelet on your wrist, then back up at Loki, and you can’t help but think that this is the best Christmas Eve you’ve ever had.

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Bestie @theleechyskrunkly hyped me up so I just posted all my incomplete sketches and drawings since I’ve been basically dead the whole time

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Edited -> bruh why didn’t the epel drawing pic load 💀

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