#loki being a bitch

[softiedingo]

It still irritates the hell out of me how well Sylvie seems to have accepted Loki's absence. I mean, come on, Loki SACRIFICED himself so that in the end she could come back and live her happy life the way she wanted. But in this scene she seems to be talking about the fucking wind, they ruined her so much in this second season.

While Mobius seems SAD AS HELL. ALONE in a new life that he still doesn't know how to deal with and that he didn't ask for, without the presence of the person he liked most. He looks so devastated, like someone came and destroyed his favorite jetski, when in fact the only thing destroyed was his and Loki's chance to ride that damn jetski TOGETHER.

[mayhasopinions]

what in the lgbt even was this scene (see tags for discussion)

[lettingtimepass]

Lokius Nation, we won so bad it’s not even funny 😩😭😭

[dilfmobius]

coming apart at the seams (lokius)

this is just something i wrote as a way to cope with the all the bad shit i've been feeling for the past few weeks (past several months really, but whose counting?), both physically and mentally. it's going to live here for now, not ao3, because it's really just 1,300 words of me projecting onto Loki. it's messy and maybe doesn't make a lot of sense, but i haven't had the spoons to write (or do anything really) and i need to release this. my body just feels like it's betraying me at every turn, and my mental health is all over the place (negatively).

anywaaaaay here's a snippet, the rest is under the cut:

“Maybe we should see someone,” Mobius says. “Like who? A midgardian doctor?” Loki balks at the thought. “And tell them what, exactly? That I had all of time woven through my entire being and it ate me alive? That everything hurts and my body doesn’t feel like my own, and I no longer feel a connection to my seiðr – oh, and by the way, I’m also a Norse God – got anything for me now?”

Loki sits hunched over the table, a mug of hot tea warming his hands. He takes deep breaths, focusing on the lavender and lemon balm filling his senses, pushing past the throbbing at the back of his skull.

It’s quiet and still, early morning light barely beginning to filter in through the window over the sink.

Loki hears faint footsteps approaching and lifts the mug to his mouth, blowing faintly before he takes a drink. It burns his throat going down and he squeezes his eyes shut, welcoming the heat as it travels to his belly.

It’s only when he feels Mobius’ hands on his shoulders that he drops them from under his ears.

He tilts his head back, resting against Mobius’ chest, and opens his eyes.

“Hey.” Mobius’ voice carries the smile in his eyes, soft and sweet. 

The corners of Loki’s mouth twitch in a pathetic attempt at smiling back, before his face drops back down into something a little less straining.

“You been awake long?” Mobius asks, rubbing his hands over Loki’s shoulders and upper arms.

“Mm,” is all Loki offers.

Mobius doesn't press. Instead he threads his fingers through Loki’s hair, gently massaging, hoping to pour every bit of comfort he can through his finger tips. Between the tea and Mobius’ skilled hands, Loki can feel his body relaxing, melting at the warmth.

“I’m going in today,” Mobius says softly. “Just some training B-15 wants me to be a part of. I  won’t be gone long.” 

Loki blinks his eyes open and stares up at Mobius, sensing the man’s hesitance to even mention work. After everything that happened, almost losing Loki to time, seeing how keeping the timelines together nearly destroyed the god, the last thing Mobius wanted was for Loki to go back to the TVA.

“It’s fine,” Loki says. “I’ll be fine.” He tries for a genuine smile, something to reassure Mobius that he won’t break apart while he’s gone.

Mobius bends down and presses a soft kiss to Loki’s forehead. They stay still for a little while longer, letting the songbirds outside their window fill in the silence.

When Mobius had brought up the idea of moving back down to the timeline, together, Loki was a mess. He insisted that he could still contribute to the important work they were doing. He could still be of use, and he wanted to be a part of the massive changes the TVA was undergoing. No one ever found out why time had spat him out, kicked him off his throne and back to the TVA, and it filled Loki with so much dread and guilt. Once again, that feeling of worthlessness – that he was never good enough – reared its ugly head. And the physical pain that had come along with it reminded Loki that he was only ever deserving of a life full of misery. 

Loki fought Mobius tooth and nail over leaving, accusing the man of coddling him and treating him like a child. Oh, Loki had been cruel and lashed out, in fear and pain. 

But Mobius, persistent and stubborn, would not let Loki wither away.

He had been a witness to Loki putting on a brave face, moving through the constant fatigue and pain, until he just couldn't anymore. Mobius had been there through sleepless nights, night terrors and flare-ups, and everytime someone mentioned how tired Loki looked only for Loki to brush it off and move on. 

A particularly bad flare-up had Mobius’ mind made up. Loki hadn’t been able to leave his bed for a few days, basic tasks damn near impossible without someone’s help. Mobius was always that someone, he was always there no matter what. As much as Loki was comforted by having him there, taking care of him, he couldn’t help the constant guilt and shame filling him up, wrapping itself around his bones and muscles along with the pain.

Mobius had declared that he was leaving the TVA and Loki was coming with him, whether he liked it or not. Loki didn’t have the energy to argue, and Mobius wasn’t particularly proud of how he brought it up, but after shedding many tears and finally drilling it into Loki’s head that there was no greater purpose for Mobius than to take care of the God of Mischief, the choice had been made.

Mobius thought being somewhere, anywhere, other than the TVA would help Loki heal. He had hoped that connecting back to his seiðr, his healing magic, would somehow fix everything. 

Oh, how wrong he’d been.

It’s been months and Loki was still plagued with nightmares, migraines, and aches that coursed through his body daily. 

They hadn’t talked about it, but Loki’s magic hadn’t made an appearance, and he had become an anxious mess, retreating into himself. Mobius would walk in on Loki desperately trying to conjure and cast, ultimately tiring himself out – emotionally and physically. It was hard enough to watch – Mobius couldn’t imagine how hard it was for Loki.

—

“Maybe we should see someone,” Mobius says.

“Like who? A midgardian doctor?” Loki balks at the thought. “And tell them what, exactly? That I had all of time woven through my entire being and it ate me alive? That everything hurts and my body doesn’t feel like my own, and I no longer feel a connection to my seiðr – oh, and by the way, I’m also a Norse God – got anything for me now?” 

“We could go to New Asgard –”

“Absolutely not – I doubt there would be anyone who could help me anyway.”

“Then we go to Asgard, before Ragnarok –”

“No, Mobius,” Loki says, shutting down any and all Asgard talk. He’s not ready for any of that. 

Loki pinches the bridge of his nose and sinks further into the pillows surrounding him on their bed, shame and guilt bubbling in his gut. He reminds himself that Mobius is only trying to help, to be supportive in a situation neither of them know how to navigate.

Mobius pushes away from his spot, leaning against the doorway to their bedroom, so he can join Loki. He replaces a few of the pillows with himself, nudging Loki over a bit (not that Loki was in any mood to protest), carefully slipping his arm around Loki’s thin waist. It doesn’t take much for Mobius to hoist Loki onto his lap, settling him in between his own legs, back to chest. 

Loki goes willingly, ignoring that voice in his head that tells him he wants to be left alone – he doesn't. He wants Mobius near him, he wants Mobius’ arms around him, to be held together by the love and grace of this one man. He might fall apart otherwise.

Loki allows himself this simple pleasure, to be enveloped by Mobius, swathed in a warmth he never thought he would be able to feel. He wishes this alone could heal him. Loki feels Mobius rest his chin on his shoulder, so Loki turns his head to nuzzle into the scruff on Mobius’ face. 

“You need to shave,” Loki says, plainly.

Mobius huffs out a small laugh, and returns the favor by rubbing his rough cheek against the much softer skin of Loki’s. Mobius tightens his grip around Loki’s waist, and Loki brings up a hand to run his fingers through Mobius’ hair.

Loki will let himself have this.

“What about the TVA?” Mobius asks, breaking the spell in the room. Loki groans. 

“And what, in all the nine realms, can the TVA do for me?” Loki asks.

“We can visit the medical wing, maybe they can do some scans – it seems like everyday they're figuring out something new, ways to treat all kinds of things – I don’t know…” Mobius trails off, only a little bit frustrated.

None of this is Loki’s fault, or anyone’s fault, they’re just playing the hand they’ve been dealt. And both Loki and Mobius are nothing if not adaptable.

Loki shifts and twists himself around to get a better look at Mobius, searching his face for… something. 

An answer or solution. 

Mobius always had an answer for everything.

Then again, so did Loki.

But all Loki finds when he looks into those clear blue eyes, past the fear and worry, is love.

His eyes begin to sting and he squeezes them shut.

“Okay.” Loki says.

“Okay.” Mobius replies.

[dumbass-with-internet]

[strangerinthelight]

Possibly an unpopular opinion, but I would have loved to see Brad become a part of the friend group. He’s so angsty and dramatic that it would honestly just be funny as fuck

[v3ggyqu33n]

I'm back! I loved my two week app-ban and I got a lot of stuff done, but I miss my rp friends so here I am! I probs won't be on here heaps for the moment but I've had lots of ideas for oc's so we'll see how it goes <3

[bambieluv]

Not people on tiktok hating on Lola because loki likes her saying shit like she isn't attractive enough for him, like he clearly doesn't want skinny bitches

[benevolentgodloki]

[lokiinmediasideblog]

I am currently thinking about my HCs for MCU!Asgard's gender norms and the fear-mongering associated with those that stray from them. These are inspired by comics where Loki was the "vile sissy villain."

The people of Asgard are convinced Thor has positive feelings towards Loki due to mind control (like those comics were Loki tries to get Thor to magically fall for Amora or Lorelei so they can control him). They can't fathom why someone as perfect as Thor would genuinely care for "someone like Loki". To further elaborate on this, it makes it hard for Thor to not blame his fuck-ups on Loki. As it's assumed Loki somehow was to blame. When Thor tries to own up to his mistakes, it's assumed he's being noble, humble, and taking the blame for Loki. This, among other things, causes Loki to resent him.

There are rumors Loki's shape-shifting abilities were gained by killing the beings Loki intended to shape-shift into. Many believe they killed a woman and many creatures to be able to take their forms. Men will threaten the Spare if they get near a woman or child, excepting Sif, who has been known to be capable of kicking their ass (and is in turn also viewed with derision and treated as if she doesn't know what she's doing).

My take on the horse myth for MCU!Loki is that it is also a rumor started because the "unmanly" Loki was seen as a "pervert that would fuck anything that moves". Sleipnir being Odin's grandchild is the most popular conspiracy theory in Asgard. Plenty of tin-hatters out there ready to rid Asgard of Loki's "perversity".

[amphibifish]

honestly a better through line for all the characters i've liked is probably that they are all terribly terribly lonely

[nostalgia-tblr]

in fic news i realised that i've accidentally commited myself to several scenes of jotunn!sylvie porn rather than just the one that i'd initially added mainly for the weirdness factor

[maarigolds]

Ok but I literally CANNOT WAIT to see Loki from other characters povs.

Because to anyone who doesn't know him he'll probably look like this ancient all knowing all powerful being -almost some eldritch-like creature- that still chooses to appear as a middle aged man with sad eyes wearing an old robe.

And I mean, yeah, that's a God alright. I believe it.

[elvesofnoldor]

lestat losing an entire eyeball after acquiring Great (and terrible) knowledge and then later assuming leadership on a pantheon of immortals (stupid ass vampires) just gives off "what if loki unwillingly exchanged an eye for knowledge from Mimir's well and stumbled into ruling Asgard" vibe

[kinnoth]

Like I think I might need to clarify:

What I mean when I say "Loki is a bottom" is not a matter of penetration. It's just that loki, in his sexual relationship with Thor, wants Thor to take control of his body. He wants Thor to run their fucks, so to speak.

Penetration is a completely separate negotiation and not a fucking requisite to sex

[lokiinmediasideblog]

Seeing jump-scares of a blog you blocked because you just hated their fanart and uwu Thor takes that much, and felt they liked to start shit way too often.

I think the last straw with them was that they went searching for people to argue with (older posts not on the tags), and were defending Thor wanting more military presence in other realms at the start of TR while posting some condescending "analysis" questions that missed the point and failed to consider questions outside the narrative such as "Who wrote/commissioned this? And Why?".

Like IDK at that point you're just refusing to read against the text and ask WHO the fuck is writing this and WHY? Two questions that should ALWAYS be asked and it's funny some people ignore the intent behind narratives when it comes to Marvel heroes despite Marvel's notable history as propaganda.

It just that it is a HUGE pet peeve of mine when people claim reading against the text is terminally online and fandom-brained behavior.