#lokiroth

[yinza]

Sephiroth and his Lokis. (The cat's name is also Loki, but he is not a variant. Probably.)

[Image Description: Digital artwork of Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII and the MCU's Loki in bed together. Loki wears a dark green shirt and snake ear cuff, and is snuggled against Sephiroth with his head against his shoulder. Sephiroth is shirtless and has one arm around Loki as he kisses him softly on the forehead. Atop the covers between them is curled an orange Maine Coon. /end ID]

[neverbeamemory]

☤

Sephiroth shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Darling, I told you to let me do it. Now look what you’ve done to yourself, pet. Let me look at it.” Without waiting for a response from the deity, Sephiroth picked up his hand and inspected the cut on his hand. “Well, the good news is we don’t have to amputate.” He winked up at his beloved playfully and kissed his cheek before guiding him to a nearby seat and sat him down and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later the General emerged with a medical kit. “I won’t lie, pet. This will probably hurt.” He pressed a kiss to his fiance’s forehead in an effort to distract him from the inevitable pain of the antiseptic coming into contact with the cut on Loki’s hand, which upon closer inspection was deeper than Sephiroth had originally thought. This made the General frown again. “It’s going to need stitches. Darling, love of mine. Please be more careful. You make me worry.”

Sephiroth sighed and gently pulled Loki’s head into his chest and kissed him through his hair before pulling away and beginning to stitch his love’s hand carefully and as gently as he possibly could. “Precious, Loki. Please look after yourself. I am not the only one who is going to need you whole.” 

[sassyaroacepal]

Lokiroth

AKA

OTP: "I hate my dad"

[lokisonofnoone]

Warning label: WARNING: CONTENTS MAY CAUSE A HARDENED WARRIOR'S HEART TO MELT AND HIS RESOLVE NOT TO FALL IN LOVE TO CRUMBLE. MAY ALSO CAUSE A FEELING OF COMPLETE EUPHORIA, OVERWHELMING LOVE, HEARTBREAK AND FLOODS OF TEARS. IF SYMPTOMS PERSIST PLEASE SEE YOUR GENERAL.

-grin- You are far too generous, my love.

[theroadtoverranvayle-blog]

King Obsidian and the Shadow Walkers

Lokiroth admired himself in the ornate looking glass that stood the full length of the room. He place two bejewelled fingers into a small pot and used the rose hip scented contents to slick back his long medium brown hair. Lokiroth was the only son and heir to the King Obsidian of Verran. Unlike his father Lokiroth was of medium built and height, his face sharp and his eyes medium grey. In fact there was very little outstanding about Lokiroth at all. He was to all intents and purposes a very medium person. His mother had been the first wife of King Obsidian, from the islands that lay south of Kyst shores. She had died giving birth to her second child and daughter Donasta as her son turned five summers old. The King loved his son, because he was essentially a fair man. That is how he ruled the kingdom of Verran, as fairly as he could. He tried to be fair, but fairness will only get a King so far.

Lokiroth was bored, oh so very bored of sitting in these never ending council meetings. He has little interest in the news of the land, or taxes, or disputes. He had absolutely no time for the minions who came and begged at the royal court for money of favours and he certainly had very  little incentive to admire any of the Lords daughters who came with hopes of winning his heart and his fortune. He yawned rudely to show his displeasure and his father, irritated by the whole affair called the meeting to an abrupt end.

The Dukes and Duchesses of Verran stood one by one, bowed and left the study room, all except the Duke of the Western lands- Sir Perthro. He stood silently and waited to be addressed.

“Something on your mind, friend?” the King asked wearily rubbing his hand against his stout chest and coughing. Pethro looked from the King to Lokiroth nervously.

“Speak fool.”Lokiroth scolded, displeased that his father would make him late for his appointment with his tailor.

“Get out” King Obsidian sighed as he waved a hand at his impetanant sons general direction. “you obviously have things to do, just go and get out of the way will you. There is something the Duke wants to discuss and it wont interest you.” the King grew weary of his sons lack of enthusiasm for court dealings. One day he would have to hand over the throne, when he was either too weak of mind or body to rule, and unfortunately the King thought his other sons would do a far better job. Tradition however dictated that it should be the eldest son that would inherit the title and responsibility. There was however the dim glimmer of hope that Lokiroth would somehow catch the dreamers disease or suffer some incurable poison, one could only hope. He would never initiate the action against his neurotic son in respect to his mother, but if it were to happen he would spend very little time grieving.

With a great deal of ceremony and a flurry of gesture Lokiroth stood and exited the room, muttering as he left.

King Obsidian poured two glasses of port from a silver tankard on the table and offered one to Pethro. “Speak friend” the King asked again quietly.

Pethro, was a good man he had worked hard to earn his title and his lands. He unlike most of the heriacrcy had not been born into money and wealth he was a soldier who had fought bravely in the first of the wars and in return was given enough land and money in order that he may live out the rest of his life in peace, this however seemed like it was not to be the case.

“They are moving Sir. I have been informed that they are moving out of the city. The spies have seen them gathering in the Cerrid forest. They have been summoned from all over. We have no idea how many they have or what powers they posses. We can not pretend that this is not going on Sir. If they march through the winter they will be here by Beltane. We have almost no time to prepare. I fear Sir that there shall be another war.” Pethro spoke into his wine glass.

The King stared at his friend sadly. “Have they sent any word, a demand perhaps?” Pethro asked the question fearfully not knowing which answer would be worse. “No.” the King replied.

“What do we do sire? How many men do we have?” Pethro began before the King silenced him with a gesture of his hand. The hairs at the back of his neck were tingling.

The shadow behind the Kings throne spoke. The shadow took two steps towards the throne. Pethro could just see the faint outline of what looked like a rather tall man emerging from the darkness.

It spoke. “We have been trying to summon you.” it said quietly to the room

“I have no wish to do business with something I can not see” Obsidian tried to remain calm as in the next breath he felt an icy caress as a shadow hand placed itself on his right shoulder. A sensation that made the steal of the small dagger that now rested on his jugular an almost pleasant one.

“You will listen” the shadow  whispered.

“My people are tired. The grow restless and angry with your megre offerings. We have also been made aware that our counterparts are growing with impatience also. They move from the woods, as we speak they are marching through the forest out of the shelter of the Cerrid, they march with anger and with rage in their blood. They march to your Herrguard sire, and they march with intent.” The shadow continued to whisper as he dragged the blade a needles breath closer to the Kings royal artery.

“You can not fight them alone. You, in fact cannot fight them at all. Your forces are weak in number and if you do not adhere to my demands then your precious squadron will soon find themselves without guards or barracks. And then sire, then where will you be? With not only one army baying for you but two, one of whom are greatly trained and experienced warriors, for that was a condition that you yourself insisted upon. Imagine what could happen if those skilled forces were to be given the freedom to see the would outside of their caves, what do you think they would do to their captors when educated of their false reality? Do you think they will march like sheep back into that hole in the earth that you have given them and informed them that this, dank place out of sunlight, this place is where they should call home. Would they simply accept that their entire existences have been predetermined not by their pious gods but by a fat, balding man with no more religious power than the putrid stench that you allowed to succeed from your teat for so many years. Well? Do you think you would fare well if such a fate was to befall your empire?

“The King took a very deep breath and closed his eyes, determined to avoid that look on his friends Pethro's face that would burn itself into his subconscious for the rest of his days as he uttered what is now probably the most famous dying words ever recorded.

“We are willing to continue with our arrangement, one one condition. We want Poirea.” The shadow creature moved silently from behind the throne to one of the empty chairs to the Kings left, directly opposite Pethro, who was now frozen where he sat. The shadow creature seemed to take the basic shape of a man but his skin was made from some sort of liquid velvet, a shimmering fluid that covered almost all of his body. The shadow creature spoke softly, his voice like all shadow walkers having the ability to sound like it was coming from nowhere and only resounded insides the head of those intended to hear such speech, an ability derived from Wrath himself, so that no one may over hear a conversation that was not intended for them. When a shadow creature speaks the words only ever echo inside the mind of the intended audience.

“We want Poirea” he repeated, cleaning his blade on the lavish purple table cloth in front of him.

King Obsidian looked at his withered hands. Unable to face his friend and far too superstitious to look directly at the Shadow-creature. He thought carefully for several moments before speaking.

“What will you do with the prisoners?” He questioned finally afraid that the creature would punish him for his enquiry.

“We want to optimise your forces, Sire. We simply want to have the best resources available to us when the time comes. Should the time come that such efforts are needed. That is all.”The shadow walker lied.

“Am I to understand that if I allow you access to the prison isle, your “men” will remain as Royal guards to the Squadron? Your people will remain loyal to the throne. If I give you these extra forces?” The King was trying desperately to negotiate, however negotiation was never one of his strong suits. As I have said before my friend, this particular King was not a bad man, he had no intention of dominating lands that were not his own. In fact he hardly even knew what went on within his own lands. He liked being King for one simple reason. The King rarely had to explain his actions to anyone except his reflection and for a man with such desires as our King Obsidian that was a perfect situation indeed. He was not a bad man you must understand. He just was not particularly good either. He craved for peace, to be left alone in his castle with his women and his wine and to just once be left alone. Being King often came in between his plans and this meeting would most definitely make things more difficult. No matter what way he played the game he was certain that this time he was going to lose something. But by the time you have reached your eighth cycle of life there is very little that will shock you and even less that will cause you concern. The King thought as he smiled to himself. No matter what happened now, it was highly unlikely that he would be around to see the consequences of these actions. He could just hope that his own end would be quiet and peaceful, surely they would allow him that.

“I can only grant the freedom of the prisoners I have sent there, or have been sent their by my decree. I can not free everyone from the other Kingdoms, that would cause an all out war. They are not my people to command you must understand but I will send a royal pardon to the guards and have a ship sent on the before Yuletide, I shall return all my men to Verran before the winter is over.” The King offered humbly to the darkness.

“Thank you Sire” the shadow creature stood and bowed his crooked nose almost touching the floor and before the King could respond the Shadow creature smiled, took a deep breath and blew out the candle in front of him, melting into the darkness.

[yinza]

When you and your husband are both shapeshifters.

[Image Description: Digital artwork of the MCU's Loki and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII, shown from the shoulders up. Loki is in his Frost Giant form, and Sephiroth has shifted to match him, although his eyes are still green. It is night, and Loki wears a simple dark green shirt and tunic, while Sephiroth wears a fur-trimmed cape. Sephiroth rests his hand against Loki's cheek, and Loki has placed his own hand atop it. He is looking up at Sephiroth as Sephiroth smiles gently at him. /end ID]

[yinza]

They are getting married today~

[Image Description: Digital artwork of the MCU's Loki and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII, shown from the waist up. Loki wears dark green robes with silver detailing and a silver circlet with small horns. Sephiroth wears a simple black suit, but his hair is pulled back from his face with a series of braids. They stand facing each other in a wooded area, smiling at each other as they clasp wrists, a silver-and-green ribbon wound around their hands in a handfasting. /end ID]

[yinza]

Happy Mog's Day from two idiots who made up a holiday because they don't know about housewarming parties.

[Image Description: Digital artwork of Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII and the MCU's Loki, shown from the waist up. Sephiroth wears a long black suit jacket over a loose green shirt, while Loki wears a fancier black and green outfit with gold accents and a translucent green cape. Loki has his arms wrapped around Sephiroth's left arm, and both are smirking towards the viewer. There are two versions of the artwork, the first depicting them wearing large red noses, the second without. /end ID]

[yinza]

Some Lokiroth for my RP partner! They were stargazing but they got a little distracted...

[Image Description: Digital artwork of the MCU’s Loki and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII, shown seated from behind, lit by a starry sky. Loki wears a black and green outfit with gold accents and a translucent green cape, and a green and silver hair pin. Sephiroth wears a black suit jacket, a snake ear cuff, and a wedding band. They are leaning into each other for a kiss, Sephiroth's right hand against Loki's face. /end ID]

[yinza]

They discovered BFF necklaces recently and were utter saps about it.

[Image Description: Digital artwork of the MCU's Loki and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII, shown from the chest up. Sephiroth wears a black long-sleeved wrap shirt, wedding band, and snake ear cuff, while Loki wears a more intricate outfit of black, green, and gold with a silver and green hair pin. Each of them wears one half of a heart-shaped BFF necklace, and they are fitting the halves together as they gaze lovingly at each other. /end ID]

[yinza]

Marriage proposal version 1 didn't go quite as smoothly.

[Image Description: Digital artwork of the MCU's Loki and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII, shown from the waist up. Loki grips Sephiroth by the collar with both hands, and he blushes as he says something urgently. Sephiroth looks back at him in surprise. In the background are skyscrapers and indistinct flying monsters. /end ID]

[yinza]

I made an itty bitty Loki plush! Sure, there are official Loki plushies out there, but I wanted him to match my Sephiroth. Now they can hold hands. =3

Loki's outer vest thing is removable, so I may make him more outfits in the future, but this works for a start.

[Image Description: A set of 5 photos featuring a handmade plush of the MCU's Loki, measuring roughly 6 inches tall. He wears a sleeveless blue-green coat with silver edging over a green shirt and black pants. The first 2 photos show him by himself, while the other three show him with an official Sephiroth plush, positioned to hold hands and kiss. /end ID]

[yinza]

It's Lokiroth hours!! They recently got engaged. =3

[Image Description: Digital artwork of the MCU's Loki and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII, shown from the knees up. Sephiroth is dressed casually in a green T-shirt patterned with feathers and black pants, and wears a ring on his left hand. Loki wears a black suit and has a silver ribbon braided into part of his hair. Sephiroth has his arms wrapped around Loki, lifting him off the ground and kissing him. Loki's arms are looped around Sephiroth's neck and he smiles into the kiss. /end ID]

[yinza]

A quick Lokiroth for today♥

[Image Description: Digital artwork of the MCU’s Loki and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII, shown from the shoulders up in profile. Sephiroth holds Loki’s head gently in both hands as he kisses him on the forehead. Both have their eyes closed, and Loki is smiling softly. /end ID]

[yinza]

You expect one man to be an orchestra?

Some Lokiroth for my RP partner. =3

[Image Description: Digital artwork of Loki and Sephiroth, shown from about the chest up. Loki is lying on his back in bed, wearing a green tunic shirt. Sephiroth, shirtless, lies beside him propped up on one elbow with his left hand resting on Loki‘s chest. Loki reaches one hand up, just touching the ends of Sephiroth’s bangs. The two smile softly at each other. /end ID]

[yinza]

“Why do you ship Loki and Sephiroth?”

Not to worry. I have a permit.

[Image Description: A set of 3 colored digital sketches of MCU’s Loki and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII. In the first sketch, Loki is kissing Sephiroth’s hand while Sephiroth watches, looking pleased. In the second, Loki wears his hair parted loosely to one side, and Sephiroth is tucking a stray hair behind his ear. Loki is blushing, but smiling. The third sketch is based on the “girl staring at guy’s chest” meme, with Loki staring at Sephiroth’s chest. /end ID]