#loki season 2

[mischiefmaker615]

Ever have to hold back your dirty looks when you are trying to read and someone comes up to you? LOL i loved this so much!! good gawd! Thank you for getting me thru my work day XD

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Often, the first feathery tendrils of sleep would be wrapping warmly around you by now, lulling you under despite the absence of expensive sheets and soft pillows. 

On those occasions, Loki’s seidr would wrap around you like a favourite blanket being tucked around your naked frame. Kneeling almost reverently between his spread thighs, his cock warm and heavy on your tongue, and the occasional brush of slim fingers across your cheek, it was impossible not to rest your head against his cool skin and feel your eyes flutter closed while you continued to keep him warm. 

You would feel the soft heave of his body as he sighed with contentment, followed by his fingers threading easily through your hair. “My good girl,” he would murmur softly, making your entire body relax under his praise. 

It was soft and intimate and somehow it made you feel closer to him than when he was sheathed and spilling inside you. 

Tonight, though, was not one of those occasions. 

Tonight - although you were once again kneeling between his thighs and his cock rested heavy between your lips - you were alert. 

Loki sat above you, half his handsome face concealed behind the pages of a book while he continued to turn the little piece of plastic in his elegant fingers. Your eyes never left him as you waited - waited for the second that his fingers would still and the book would close with a soft snap, bringing his attention fully to you. 

Until then, he expected you to be still. Expected you to keep his cock warm until he decided he was ready to play with you. You knew it wouldn’t be long; with every soft breath that escaped through your nose and every innocent swallow around him you could feel his cock twitch against your tongue. His restraint was fraying thread by thread with every movement of your warm mouth, already you could see the muscles in his strong thighs slowly begin to tense…

You flicked your tongue once, twice, along his throbbing cock. 

His quiet hiss filled the silence of the room and you watched with glee as his fingers went still at his side. 

“Impatient, my love?” he asked, sounding nonchalant but the jerk of his cock betrayed him. 

The first drops of his excitement were beginning to fall on your tongue and you could feel the heat of your own arousal pooling between your thighs. All he had to do was press the button.

He snapped the book in his hand shut, the sound of it being tossed aside enough to make you wriggle with anticipation on the floor. The little remote was set safely to his side, and two large hands then came to rest on each side of your head, the silken pads of his thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks. Lust darkened his eyes, but even in its midst love shone through like the first rays of morning sun. 

“If only you could see yourself, my love,” he said softly, eyes trained on you as he tilted his hips forward to push his cock deeper into your mouth. You fought the urge to gag as it inched further down your throat. “Taking my cock like such a good girl. Norns, I’m so proud of you. You aren’t even gagging.” 

You were almost high off his praise, feeling the warmth of it flood through you and pool between your thighs. His hands still cupped your cheeks, thumbs still dancing across your cheeks to keep you relaxed, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Above you, green eyes continued to twinkle with lust, and you couldn’t help but to run your tongue teasingly along the length of him once again. 

Loki’s hips lifted only a fraction and a small moan of pleasure escaped him before he could contain it. He wouldn’t last much longer.  

“Careful, love, or I may decide against giving you your reward.” His voice was low and laced with warning, but you could feel the continuous throbbing of his cock on your tongue. His excitement was too great to keep you waiting much longer. 

You stilled beneath him just as his thigh gave a traitorous twitch, and you responded with a pitiful whine around him. He had kept you like this longer than normal tonight and every nerve in your body crackled with the need for release, whether it be on his tongue, his fingers, or his cock.

Or from the torturously silent vibe he had made you wear all night while you warmed him.

Loki laughed softly, one large hand remaining to cup your cheek while the other reached for the remote he had tossed to the side. Your entire body shifted restlessly between his thighs, and he answered with another soft stroke of his thumb across your cheek. 

“I have kept you waiting for long enough, my love,” he said, every small movement of his hips shifting his cock in your mouth. You felt every vein, every dip and ridge, every beautiful inch of him made hard by your mouth. 

A swell of pride burned fiercely in your stomach.

With the smallest flick of an elegant finger, the vibe nestled between your thighs buzzed joyously to life, instantly causing you to moan around Loki’s cock at how deliciously good it felt after close to an hour of nothing. He let you enjoy it freely for a minute, let you grind against it almost frantically in pursuit of your pleasure, but his fingers were soon threading back through your hair to cradle the back of your skull and push you further onto his cock. 

You balked only slightly, but Loki’s grip remained firm. “You know your rule,” he said, a roughness born of his own desire beginning to lace his words. 

As best you could with his cock still filling your mouth, you nodded your understanding. He had one rule on nights like this: you got to come so long as you kept his cock in your mouth.

You heard Loki click the button on the remote once again and felt the vibrations against your clit double in intensity. The edge was building like a tsunami, inching closer and closer to crashing down around you in an unbroken wave of pleasure, but still, you kept your lips locked around his cock. 

He was twitching continuously, his arousal continuing to drip onto your tongue while he held himself back. The hand in your hair was a fist, holding you steady while your hips moved almost of their own accord against the vibe, coaxing the edge closer and closer. 

“Good girl. Good girl,” Loki praised you, his thumb still running softly over your cheek to keep you grounded. “Come whenever you’re ready. You have my permission.”

It was all you needed. 

Your orgasm swept through you like an explosion of molten lava, so blindingly intense that you were inwardly glad of Loki’s cock muffling your strangled cries of pleasure. It was soul shaking, making galaxies dance behind your eyes and rendering you almost mute to Loki’s continued stream of praise as you came undone before him. His cock - still resting warm and heavy on your tongue - twitched almost madly with every moan and whimper you released around it.

“My good girl.” You heard him rasp when you finally came down from your high, somewhat dazed but still holding his cock in your mouth. 

The hand at your head went slack as he permitted you to pull back, a thin string of your saliva clinging to his tip when your mouth left him and mixing with the beads of arousal that continued to drip from his throbbing cock. The sight was so lewd and so telling of his own need for release that you wanted to wrap your mouth back around him until he saw Valhalla.

Above you, his lips were parted and a light dusting of pink stained his pale cheeks from watching you fall apart. You felt a fresh twinge deep in your lower stomach. 

“That was -,” you began, but Loki moved faster than the words could form on your tongue. 

With ease, he bent to lift you from the floor and tossed you on the sofa next to him, and on instinct, you spread your legs. 

“That was only a warm up, my love.” His voice was heavy with promise as he knelt between your thighs, creeping towards you with a wicked grin curling his lips. “And I promise my name will be all you’re capable of saying once I’m finished with you.”

[natendo-art]

✨ Sleepy Sunday ✨ . . Todays mood 😪

[radyoaktif-ghostt]

mehhhh I didn't like this drawing so much for some reason TT

and I'm making a short animation for Loki rn^^ I hope it's finished and then I'll continue with the dtmg comic!!!!

I'm so slow because it's my exam year please excuse me!!^^

[mischiefmaker615]

Hiii! You popped up on my home page again and I was once again choking on your wonderful writing. I have a thing for your Musical Mischief series!

I Caught Myself -Paramore.

I totally get it if this doesn't bring any inspiration, but if it does, I'd love to read it! Much love.<3

I Caught Myself

Summary: When Loki finds his "babysitter" asleep, does he dare take that risk of freedom?

Rating: PG14

Requester: @nervouseden

Inspiration Request: "I Caught Myself" by Paramore

Note: NGL this one was a bit tricky to think of a plot *sweats* hope it will do..

Loki's POV

The only sound that could be heard was from the soft steps I made down yet another hall in search of Y/N. Those heroes have departed for the day and yet the tower has been left unnaturally quiet. I wouldn’t so much as trouble myself if danger was to happen in their absence but the very creature I do so happen to favor- and quite frankly wouldn’t want to see harmed- is nowhere to be found.

Calling her name would show me as desperate, weak, wanting in the fact that I seek out a mortal’s presence. Ohh but she is no mere mortal..

I often think about how different she is when time grants itself to my mind. Her fragrance lingers in the senses where It almost caresses and beckons. Her hair sways practically in time with her hips while she walks. Her dainty hands fidgets with things when she is deep thinking or trying to distract herself. She does that a lot when she finds me watching her..

Her uncomfortableness often amuses me; it’s hardly disgust, her cheeks redden to much for it to be anything negative to my stares. From her body language, she’s often shown me how much affect I have on her and all I merely do is just watch her. I don’t often catch myself doing it, she almost seems to have this way of grabbing my attention without myself even realizing it first.

She’s the only one I give a word to, actually hold my tongue and offer a series of replies whenever she finds herself wishing to speak with me. Why? Unlike the others, I have found no sign of her holding any fear or anger towards me. I’ve had to question myself if my abilities to read others have diminished but with her conversations and approaches seeming.. heartfelt, my body normally relaxes when she’s brought herself to my presence.

I gave no argument when the Iron Idiot had presented the idea of her being the one to keep an eye on me. Even now with that thought, I couldn’t help but smirk with the idea that they think I need a babysitter. I’ve been here to many months to count and they still can’t find themselves to let go with the idea that as soon as I step foot outside, the world would burn once again.

The thought has crossed my mind often but somehow it often drifts back to Y/N.. the mere thought of her injured causes a tight pain within my chest. I wouldn’t even be willing to take the risk of world domination again with the fact that collateral must always be taken in account.

She would be a risk.

Leaving rather than ruling would be more like it.

I have entered the main room to which one would see first if they came to this domain and I almost gave up finding her if it hadn’t been for the soft sound of breathing and that glorious scent catching my attention. Slowing my steps even more, I approach the back of the couch where a book lays open upon the table and the sleeping form of Y/N is spread out amongst me.

My eyes didn’t hesitate to drop at her form; an arm is raised above her head while the other is draped over her waist. She is laying on her side, still in her day clothes which immediately told me she must have fallen asleep. The sight was quite.. alluring, if I am to be honest with myself. If we were in a perfect world, I would have probably gathered her in my arms and finally got a taste of those lushes lips my eyes so often drift too.

But I couldn’t risk not having her feelings reciprocated.. although humans are incredibly easy to read, she was very much a difficult one to figure out. it’s probably why I favor her presence so much. She is not bland, nor boring. It’s quite the thrill when I am presenting with a fact about her I hadn’t quite beat her to figuring out. even now my eyes move forward to find the book on the table and I smile to myself.

She is almost half way through and was one I’ve let her borrow back in a previous conversation I quite enjoyed. I don’t often find others enjoying books as much as I do, let alone a human- with its technology replacing paper every day.

She’s different.. she has full control of my body without my mind being able to convince it otherwise.

My hands have been gripping the back of the couch for awhile now, blood rushing back to my fingers when I remove one to slowly drift down to her sleeping form. It shouldn’t have lingered as long as it did, but I relished in the feeling of her beautiful hair brushing against my skin while I return a lock back behind her ear. Her skin looks so soft and smooth and my finger tips tingle with the growing urge and idea of feeling her more.

Turning my back to her helped my growing evidence of what she truly does to me, my eyes eventually resting upon to elevator that was merely just a few feet away.

How easy it could be..

How easy it could be to just take advantage with the heroes gone, my dear babysitter asleep and I merely free to walk out those doors without so much of a sound or a hint. I could perhaps start a life somewhere.. under an identity though a simple spell I’d apply daily. No one would no, no one would find me, perhaps no one would eventually remember me once the hunt was given up.

My eyes slowly move over my shoulder, taking in the sight once more of her glorious form and with thoughts if she’d even miss me, or so much as think of me. Her eyes were always full of kindness, not once have I been able to detect a lie or trick. She was genuine.. how did she find herself to be amongst these mortal savages..

On Asgard, she would have been for certain courted, second glanced and snatched up within a second upon joining a festival. Id worry every waking second if she wasn’t at my side that I may be bested, stolen from, or perhaps she’d find someone better.. yet she’s never truly had me think of myself that way..

Around her, I feel more heard than I had in my entire childhood. Seen, more than I had when I had attended the court.. loved.. perhaps even if it were to be within a friendship..

If that is all she has to offer, than I am to accept it in abundance..

My eyes drifted back to the elevator. Freedom within just a few steps..

“I don’t know what I want..’’ my voice but whispered yet deep down in denial, I did know.

Which is why I found myself slowly walking around the couch, sitting myself in the spot she offered while her legs stayed bent yet comfortable. She rather seemed to enjoy curling herself when she was asleep, and I couldn’t help but smile before I was reminded perhaps she was cold and wasn’t prepared for the unexpected wave of exhaustion. Instinctually I conjured a blanket to wrap around her, the familiar green color having to be explained if she were to wake up and find it.

What would I tell her?

‘I found you asleep and thought you might be in need of a blanket?’ of course not.. I wish not for the image of going soft.. I then thought I may perhaps place her in her proper bed, but that would come with trouble in its own. ‘you entered my bedroom without permission’ she may say.. no.. Y/N has always been one to think positive..

“it’s the thought that counts at least’’ she often quoted and I couldn’t help but feel the smile tug at my lips again, my hand having been resting on her hip the entire time since I’ve sat down.

What was she doing to me.. her mere presence has me under some sort of spell of some sorts.. a few months ago I may have had this woman on her knees, now all she has me wanting is to be sinking onto my own..

I took the risk.

I felt myself leaning over her, my hand moving to curl at her hip and the other by her shoulder before my actions froze, watching how she slowly stirred and hummed in her sleep. Sweet thing.. what do you dream about.. with my body frozen as to not wake her, she then turned a little, the hand having been above her head coming now and merely rest upon mine beside her hip.

My breath hitched, her hands being as soft and gentle as I’ve imagined they would and my eyes closed to relish in the feeling alone. I could feel her fingers slightly gripped my wrist, almost as if her body was aware of the touch it was giving and my mind imagined her grip somewhere else.

I was not in a position to easily hide my physical reaction towards her without waking her up. I only prayed to the gods her light prodding that now ghosted her beautiful ass wouldn’t be enough to wake her up or stir anymore- before gods knew my control could be worn thin in mere seconds if I let it slip.

‘’gods Y/N.. what are you doing to me..’’ I breathed, trying to ignore my erection while I slowly leaned myself down, hovering over her so I could inhale slowly that scent I loved so much. ‘’I thought I didn’t know what I wanted... You're pushing and pulling me down to you.. making me think things I never should have thought.. what do you want?” I whisper, almost convincing myself I’d get an answer while her eyes remained shut and her lips parted ever so slightly.

‘’I want you Y/N..’’ I whisper, my eyes not even straining while they remained on her face. I knew the door to freedom was right there, but everything within myself told me this is where freedom was.. with her..

‘’whenever you may realize it, I’ll be here..’’ I promised, allowing myself to lean more, my body barely brushing against hers before I lightly brushed my lips against her soft cheek, everything in my power held me back from adding more pressure or moving them down to her awaiting lips before I allowed myself to sit back up.

Looking down at her hand that gripped mine, I slowly turned it enough so I could also place a kiss upon her knuckles, finding everything about her soft and sweet before I carefully placed her hand down and freed my own.

She is perfect.. and will be fine someday.. if I am to wait longer than I am to wait to gain freedom, so be it. I’d rather live a life of imprisonment if it meant she was to be promised to me than to walk out and find her gone too. Perhaps I am not so trapped here, one may think she was trapped here with me.

And by the gods all hell will break lose if someone dare take her away.

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[ineffablelara]

I'll go even further and say that the only times his hair looked clean and floofy to me were in the show lmao, in Thor it looked so stiff bc of the gel

Like, look at this lmao

To me s2 has his best hair ever, it's soft and floofy and clean and very princely if you ask me

Omg so many people love to mock Avengers Loki’s hair for being “greasy”/“unwashed” (which I can’t stand because it’s so obviously hair gel…) but love and even praise his hair in Ragnarok/the all black suit outfit when his hair with that outfit GENUINELY looks greasy and not even just slicked back/styled with gel.

It’s so obviously styled. Greasy/unwashed hair doesn’t do that. Even when I was more tolerant of Ragnarok… I knew this was a mess. Does Loki’s hair in Avengers look crunchy? Yes. Does it look greasy/unwashed? NO!

Btw I really never cared for the all black suit outfit 😭😭😭😭 it’s nothing special to me, and I prefer Stuttgart/Thor 1 when he was wearing a suit. Feel like I’m definitely in the minority though.

On a more positive note, though…

Shitty pictures, but I actually kind of like what they did with his hair in IW. Is it perfect? No, but I like how you could see a bit of his natural waves more (which is adorable), the amount of volume, the fact it’s ever so slightly side parted/moved to the side, the way it’s more in his face and not entirely tucked/styled behind his ears, and how disheveled it is. It’s more natural looking, and not so crunchy/overly defined to the point it lacks volume/separation.

It’s so cute to me that he has naturally more wavy hair rather than straight, so I’m glad that they sort of let that show. Like in TDW too, since his hair had a more natural wave even though it was seemingly still styled. As well as obviously after his breakdown.

[fighto-art]

Christmas tree Loki please come back we all miss you

[uzuriartonline]

I’m loving Season 2 so far!

[hansoeii]

you'll make it back.

[bebx]

“this ship is not canon” babe, they’re fictional characters. they’re not real. they’re literally dolls we play with. we don’t care about whether or not these fictional characters’ love story is canon in this piece of media that is also entirely based on fiction. I mean, sure, canon would be lovely, but it’s a bonus. it’s not necessary. what we care about is the fun of talking about these 2 idiots being in love.

we don’t give a fuck if they didn’t kiss in “canon”. they had raw sex in thousands of fics about them though. and I’d say that’s more than enough to make people who ship them happily ship them even harder. happy shipping!

[prettydjarinsoloinspires]

and the award for most beautiful character arc in all of cinema goes to:

[fedzzzart]

they’re gonna find their way back to each other, i know it🥹💚

[letstrekintospace]

"What the SHIT are you doing?" 😃

[ibenology]

I’m never gonna get over Loki, the literal god of mischief, fixing his jacket and smoothing out his hair only to stumble over his words like an idiot when he needs to talk to a middle aged single dad who sells jet skis for a living

[natendo-art]

✨ Sleepy husbands ✨ . . Having a well earned nap after spending their first Christmas with their sons 💕

[villainboygirl]

What I love in this scene is Loki's reaction.

I thought that Loki would be impressed by Mobius' rage, or that he would be amused. Or that he would immediately start torturing Brad as soon as Mobius got out of the cell.

But no: Loki was stunned by Mobius' reaction.

So, at first, he took steps to stop Mobius before he went too far and escorted him away safely.

Then he followed Mobius to make sure he was okay, asking him over and over without using aggressive tones, despite Mobius trying to downplay it.

Loki saw that Mobius was trying to hide how shaken he was, so he suggested to eat a slice of pie to reassure him down.

Without pressure, he calmed him down until Mobius was ready to open.

And then he reassured him gently.

This shows how much Loki has changed: instead of being overwhelmed by anger and the desire for revenge, he put the well-being of Mobius, a person dear to him, first, without hiding the concern and affection he feels for him. And Mobius, in return, demonstrated that he placed full trust in Loki, expressing his innermost emotions to him.

[percheduphere]

LET'S TALK ABOUT LOKI'S SHOES (ACTUALLY, HIS WHOLE WARDROBE)

Production costs aside, clothes tell the audience about how characters think of themselves.

Loki's shoes in the S2 finale raised a lot eyebrows, but I find them quite fitting: they are comfortable, practical, and most importantly, they are humble. The camera brings this to our attention to communicate his evolution in character.

Loki has always dressed well, often times ostentatiously. Whether he is at war, passing as a Midgardian, or held captive as an Asgardian prisoner, Loki communicates his social class and sense of superiority through clothing. For him, clothing armors his fragile sense of self and against others' opinions of him. He intends to be perceived as deadly charming but ultimately unapproachable.

His attire in the first Thor movie is roughly equal parts green and gold, signifying his royal status. His style is dressed down for his brother's misadventures in Jotenheim, yet overall both silhouettes are lofty, princely, but not hardened or threatening.

In Avengers, Loki's look has more black and leather, with exaggerated emphasis on his shoulders meant to intimidate as he assumes the role of villain. The silhouette is very hard, heavy, and edgy. Gold detailing is prevalent as well. Combined with the goat's helm, this is Loki's most pretentious outfit, which speaks to an undercurrent of low self-esteem and a compulsive need to impress. There's no mistaking he is the main antagonist of the story.

In Thor 2, Loki's attire is similar to Avengers but the overcoat is exchanged for a less bulky version (perhaps conveying he is less guarded now that the effects of the Mind Stone are no longer influencing him). Loki's role likewise pivots from the harsh lines of a villain to the more flexible edges of a reluctant villain-turned-ally. This aligns with his character arc when he protects both Jane and Thor, seemingly sacrificing himself.

In Thor 3, Loki's silhouette is streamlined even further. The overcoat is done away with in favor of what appears to be a leather doublet, pauldrons, and vambraces. Gold accents are minimal. While stylish, Loki's attire is more practical than showy, and his helm serves the dual purpose of protection as well as weaponry. At this point in his arc, Loki has become a full antihero, joining his brother's side in rescuing as many Asgardians as possible, and eventually dying in a vain bid to protect Thor from Thanos.

The TVA does something very fun and interesting in taking away Loki's ability to dress himself. Since Loki cannot use his magic in the TVA, he is forced to wear the same clothing as his captor/advocate, who eventually becomes his best friend and peer.

Perhaps, on a subconscious level, this helped Loki to feel included. We know by his pwn admission that Loki fears being alone and desperately craves a sense of belonging. At the same time, he intentionally dresses to put people at a distance, thereby protecting himself from potential rejection at the cost of isolating himself further.

When Mobius gives him that TVA jacket for the first time, Loki seems uncharacteristically pleased. It is not an attractive jacket by any means, yet he neither scoffs at it nor refuses to wear it. Instead, Loki puts it on and is content when Mobius says it looks "smart" on him. He continues to dress like Mobius and, indeed, mimic some of his mannerisms such as placing his hands on his hips. Without clothing meant to push people away, Loki opens up, has more fun, and makes friends.

Loki's choice of attire as he assumes the mantle of God of Stories (and time) is fascinating. Setting aside the clear design inspiration from the comics, Loki's silhouette is soft, remarkably so. His colors are earthy hues of green, and the only bit of flare are the light gold trimming and crown. The look brings to mind the garb of sages and wise wizards rather than royalty or warriors. He's powerful yet approachable because there is humility in his bearing. And that humility springs from a well of healthy self-worth, self-love, and a deep love for others.

The shoes are not meant to be attractive. They are meant to help him ascend the throne, nothing more.