#mcu laufey

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

I Am Insufferable, so bear with me.

I was looking at Jotun designs in the Thor movies (Laufey on screen, DW concept art, Thor 1 concept art, Loki series concept art—) and realized something

In their appearances and concept art, only Loki and his mom have the Crown of Ymir design

That curved W shape on their forehead? Meanwhile his dad, Laufey (King of the Frost Giants himself), doesn’t have that mark. They connect to the facial marks on his brow and such but not together to form the crown, his go down and don’t meet

Which, to me and going off the understanding that mark is something specific to the royal family (It is called the Crown of Ymir) then Laufey isn’t the real king, he’s king consort. Farbauti (as I’ve seen the fandom calling the mom) is the queen.

Idk, thing I noticed and am throwing out here for anyone else to see and interpret with the MCU canon

[silverpens-jotun-blog]

i have a lot of thoughts about this behind-the-scenes video ( https://www.tumblr.com/silverpens-jotun-blog/758064211737886720 ), but here’s one thing that really stood out:

this was a super exciting line for me. i had assumed that jotun armor pieces were a greenish-looking gold, but jade makes much more sense and i like it much better. with how much gold you see in asgard, jotuns wearing jade instead distinguishes them from asgardians and gives them more of their own culture. (an effect that kinda falls apart when you and seemingly everyone else are under the impression that it’s gold, but oh well.)

[rhettrosunsets]

Dear Soulmate - Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: You've been called many things, a hopeless romantic, an eternal optimist, delusional. But you know in your heart of hearts that somewhere out there, your soulmate is waiting for you, and you'll keep writing about it till you find them.

(Based Off Laufey's Dear Soulmate)

Masterlist

Warnings: No use of Y/N. No description of reader. Reader is a hopeless romantic. Illusions to bad dates. Some people are shitty to reader. Laufey lyrics are intertwined throughout the fic.

Notes: This is so self indulgent. I absolutely adore this song with my entire being. I got the inspiration and just knew that I wanted to write Bob to this song.

Edited ✅

You’ve always believed in true love.

Maybe not the fairytale kind with big beautiful sweeping ball gowns and dashing princes. Or princesses losing their shoes, and the princes coming to find them. But you believed in the quiet kind of love, the kind of love that slips into your life like warm sunlight after a harsh winter's day.

The kind of love that sounds like laughter in the kitchen on early mornings while you cook breakfast together. The kind of love that feels like a warm hug after you've been in the cold. The type of love where you understand each other on a deeper level, like you two know each other better than anyone around you.

You’ve spent your whole life wondering where that love might be.

It started when you were little. You used to watch couples in old movies. your tiny head tilted, and your heart aching with something you didn’t quite have words for yet.

You would always say that you wanted to be loved like the girls in the movies while tears welled up in your small eyes. Your family laughed in the background, but you meant it. That’s what you wanted.

You soon began to wonder about all the thing’s your future soulmate would have, and that's when you started your journal. It was a small journal with a lock and key that you got at the school bookfair. You began to scribble in it every time you noticed something about yourself, or thought about features your soulmate might have. You would messily write down questions in bright gel pens adorned with various stickers? 

“Dear Soulmate, Do you live In New York City?”

“Dear Soulmate, Do you have a sister too?

Even as you got older and your life got louder, you never stopped holding onto that hope. The hope that someone out there was also thinking about you in the same way you thought about them. 

You went through high school, and you were called a hopeless romantic, someone who could never be satisfied, an eternal optimist for a love that doesn’t really exist. But you felt in your heart that it did, you knew it did. Despite what people would say and the words muttered about your perception of love, you just knew that someone had to be out there for you.

College had rolled around, and you still hadn’t found the one. You went on dates, plenty of them. You’ve gone on first dates with all types of people, some nice, some smart. Some were hilarious, and some were so cruel that you felt your heart slowly chipping away piece by piece. But none of them fit, none of them ever truly saw the real you. And you always left those dinners and coffee shops feeling lonelier than when you’d arrived.

But still, you waited, still writing in the same journal you’ve kept since you were a kid. 

“Dear Soulmate, Do you think of me?”

It was a dull Fall day on campus. You were in the final stretch of your senior year of college and you wanted nothing more than to finish up your studies and get a move on with your life. Despite the urge to finish this part of your life, you felt somewhat defeated. It felt like with every first date you went on, that you were getting further and further from ever meeting your soulmate. 

It was on this day, after a particularly bad first date that you were sat with your friend, you writing in the falling apart lock and key journal. Your friend had questioned what you were writing, and you told her the truth.

You were writing about your soulmates, questions you had for them, the things you wondered about.

Your friend laughed but didn’t make fun of you, or even discourage your writing, she just uttered a simple. “When you meet your soulmate, you’ve gotta give them that so they can see how long you’ve been waiting for them.”

You laughed with a shake of your head at her reply and went back to writing, having moved on from the stickers all over the pages, but still using colorful pens that remind you of your youthful dreams. 

You wrote out

“Dear Soulmate, One day i’ll give this to you”

You meet Bob on a Thursday.

The New York skyline was bleak and gray with a storm obviously coming in. Your once hot coffee was now cold after hours of not being able to drink it. And your to-do list was so laughably long It made you want to cry just thinking about it. You were running some errands for a friend when you bumped into him outside the bookstore, quite literally.

You feel yourself hit a solid body as you go tumbling backwards, your coffee luckily falling to the side and not all over you. Your bag drops, books and journal tumbling to the sidewalk. And before you can even apologize to whoever you just hit at full speed someone is crouched beside you, carefully gathering them up.

“Oh my god, M’so sorry.” you start to say, throwing your journal quickly in your bag “I wasn’t paying attention, my head was a million mi-”

“No, no, that was me.” he interrupts, his voice low, warm and gentle. He glances up at you, and your breath hitches in your throat just a little. He’s tall, has broad shoulders, has messy brown hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

He reaches for your copy of Jane Eyre, brushing his long fingers across the cover. “This is a good one. I just read it.” he said quietly, then held it out to you for you to take.

You blinked, startled by how gentle he sounded when he talked to you. “Yeah. Kind of a quiet little comfort read for me.” You mutter back softly, enthralled by the man who quite literally took your breath away as you reach for the book to put back into your bag.

“I like the quiet ones” he said gently as he looked at you. 

You smiled wide, your heart beating a million miles as your heart felt like it could leap out of your chest.

You soon learned his name was Bob, it was so simple, but it felt so right. You two ended up walking a couple blocks together, your conservation never getting dull or boring, it just kept going about anything and everything.

You gave him your number on impulse, scribbled on the back of an old receipt you had in your bag using the same purple gel pen that you use in your journal. It's probably the boldest thing you’ve ever done. But something in you told you to do it, and you listened.

You never expected him to use it. You expected him to throw it away as soon as you walked away.

But he used it.

A day later, he texted you

 “Hey. It’s Bob from the sidewalk disaster. Was wondering if you’d let me take you out for coffee sometime. Replace the one I ruined.”

You stared at the message longer than you cared to admit, your heart pounding away in your chest, a smile gracing your lips before finally typing a response

 “Only if you promise to let me pay for the coffee.”

The second time you saw him, it was pouring rain. You ducked under the coffee shop awning, soaked to the bone from the walk, but a smile gracing your face anyways. You spotted him already waiting at a window seat, one hand curled around a mug, his thumb tracing the handle slowly like he was lost in thought. He stood up the second he saw you,

“You okay?” He asked, his voice full of concern, his gentle eyes scanning your drenched form.

“Just a bit damp” you laughed softly. “But the coffee’s so worth it”

He smiled, his eyes softening as he mumbles a soft “You’re worth it.” so subtle you almost can’t hear him. You paused while taking your jacket off as you felt your face flush with heat, and then looked down, shyly. Responding with a soft “That’s a bold line for the first date.” 

Bob then made your heart skip another beat by saying, “It’s not a line, just the truth.” Before helping you take your soaked jacket off and laying it over the back of his seat instead of yours.

The two of you fell into a rhythm after that date.

Late night texts became a normality. The both of you stayed up till ungodly hours as you talked about anything and everything you could. Long walks became something you two took together, you loved walking through parks and pointing out the simple things, or feeding the ducks in the lake. 

You talked about everything and nothing, and he just let you. He loved the way you never stopped looking for meaning in small things and Bob listened like he’d never heard anyone speak the way you did, like every word touched his soul.

One night, a few months into your relationship you asked the question “Do you believe in soulmates?” It was a late rainy night. You were both curled on the couch at the tower with a bunch of blankets thrown over your laps, soft music playing in the background, while rain pelted at the windows. Bob was lying back against the couch with his arm around you, your head tucked under his chin.

He didn’t answer right away, seeming to give the question a moment of thought.

“Not always.” he said softly with a sigh before continuing, “I used to think that maybe that kind of thing wasn’t meant for people like me.”

You turned your head slightly to meet his gentle eyes. “What kind of people?” you asked softly. His gaze flickered as his eyes dimmed a bit. “The ones who’ve been broken before and have broken others. The ones who can’t always keep that light on inside them.”

Your heart clenched as you looked at your boyfriend, a loving gaze in your eyes. “Maybe that’s exactly who soulmates are meant for?” you reply gently, before grabbing his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

He looked at you like he was seeing something unreal in front of him. A look of wonder, his eyes holding a look of love that you didn’t know what to do with.  “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You waited,” you replied like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Two years later, You opened your journal one last time seeing the last thing written being

“Dear Soulmate, I can’t wait to fall in love with you.”

You chuckled softly looking at the ring on your finger, before scratching that out with your pen, and rewriting it.

“Dear Soulmate, I can’t wait to fall in love with you.”

“Dear Soulmate, I’m so glad I fell in love with you.”

[godofthequeers]

God of Stories is very fitting, but I think God of Queers is more suitable.

[lokiinmediasideblog]

The concept art with Loki's biological mom has inadvertently made me get "River, oh river, flow gently for me" stuck in my head. LMAO. The vibes... xD

[musclesandhammering]

There’s zero chance Loki and Hela having so many similarities is just a coincidence. And even though we’re most definitely never getting a full explanation for it, I’m so curious as to what you guys believe the reason is. Do you think:

a.) Loki’s a shapeshifter who can see people’s memories when he touches them. So when Odin picked him up as a baby, he saw Hela in Odin’s mind and shifted himself to resemble her.

b.) Loki and Hela have the same biological mother.

c.) Hela is Loki’s biological mother.

d.) Odin changed Loki to look like Hela when he first held him, because he missed her.

e.) Hela’s biological mother is jotun, and she and Loki both have black hair/pale skin/green aesthetic/etc because that’s just what frost giants look like when they take an asgardian form.

f.) Hela and Loki are both adopted, both children of Laufey. Odin took Hela centuries earlier, then when he realised Laufey’d had another child, he took Loki too.

**I’ve listed these in order from the ones I find most likely to least likely, if you’re curious. Tell me which headcanon you prefer, I wanna see.

[firedrakegirl]

Sleeping Beauty soulmates - yes it's another Loki fic, shush

Odin has fallen into the Odinsleep, and Loki is regent king. He has negotiated a peace with Laufeyson, which includes a marriage to the youngest child of Farbauti, Laufey's spouse. We will be flashing back, don't worry.

“Son, are you sure about this?” Frigga asked, standing beside Loki’s throne. She was concerned about the idea of Frost Giants coming to Asgard. She remembered the days when they’d moved freely through the realms, but Asgard has been poisoned against the entire race by Odin’s hatred.

“I am the king, Mother, though only the regent. It is only right that they bring my betrothed here, rather than me going there.” Loki pointed out. “But that is why this was announced in advance and we made sure there were extra guards on duty.”

Before Frigga could continue the discussion, the announcement was made. “Presenting Queen Farbauti, Prince Byleistr, and Princess Conflagration.”

Loki straightened up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It had been too long since he had seen his betrothed.

Frigga frowned. “Frost Giants do not usually use gendered terms outside of king and queen.”

“From the peace talks, I did learn that there are those among their race who do prefer them, though they are rare.” Loki assured before standing to welcome the Frost Giants. “Queen Farbauti, you look as elegant as the last time we spoke.” He greeted as the giants walked into the throne room.

There were murmurs and mutters of concern, of fear, and of curiosity. Frigga’s eyes drifted along the assembled Asgardians, looking for signs of true unrest. Farbauti was tall and lithe compared to how Frost Giants were typically portrayed. They had a cloak on, covering much of their body. The hood was back, revealing their face and long dark hair. The only other clothing they wore was a kilt-like garment. They were followed by another giant, whose hood was still up. Byleistr was built more like his father, huge and broad. The final member of the royal family who had come to Asgard was short, even shorter than Loki. She wore a cloak that hid her entire body, though she was petite.

“King Loki, thank you for welcoming us into your kingdom.” Farbauti dipped their head in an acknowledgement. Though they were technically equal, it was considered polite to greet the ruler of the kingdom they were visiting as a better. “May I present two of my children? Prince Byleistr, heir to the throne. And this is my daughter, Princess Conflagration.”

Byleistr was dressed in the same manner as his parent, but the mutters exploded as the princess was presented and she pushed her hood back. The sight of a Midgardian who’d been adorned like a Frost Giant made them all turn to talk to their neighbor. The princess had auburn hair that curled down her back, with the front pulled out of her face and secured with a clip that looked like ice. Her red eyes flicked around the room, and her ice blue lips held the faintest hint of a smile. Though most of her skin was pale, she had deep blue markings like the other Frost Giants, a perfect match to Farbauti’s except on her hands. It almost looked like she was wearing fingerless gloves, as opposed to Farbauti’s delicate bands of blue. She wore a modest goddess style gown of fine teal silk and black leather boots.

“Well met Farbauti, Byleistr, and Conflagration.” Loki intoned, knowing that it was preferred not to continue using titles after the initial introduction. His eyes met Conflagration’s for just a moment, and both their expressions softened fractionally.

“Conflagration is to be your wife, King Loki.” Farbauti continued, pressing a massive hand to their daughter’s back and pushing her forward.

“Conflagration. An interesting name for a Frost Giant.” Loki said, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Even one as unusual as yourself.”

“I was not born a Frost Giant, your majesty.” Her voice echoed through the throne room. “I was born a human, and was adopted into my new family. That is why I was selected to be your wife. I will not require accommodations to survive long term in your realm.” Her red eyes sparkled with just as much mischief as his. “And Conflagration started as a nickname when I was still purely mortal, and has become my true name.”

Frigga looked between them, then her lips twitched. Oh, she should have known that her youngest had been plotting something. Soulmates, and he’d used the fact to bring peace to both realms.

“And how did a Midgardian come to be adopted by Frost Giants?”

“We do not know how it happened, but I was cursed to sleep and ended up on Jotunheim. I was too weak to survive such a cold realm, and there was no way to get me back to Midgard. Farbauti adopted me and nursed me back to health. I am proud to me a part of their family.” She replied evenly.

“Frost Giants not only saved your life, but ensured you would be healthy. Is that correct? How do they treat someone so different from themselves?” The king pressed. Farbauti shifted. They may have understood why the questions were being asked, had even been a part of the discussion on what to ask, but they still didn’t like it.

“I hold an unusual position, your majesty. I am smaller than even most runts, and so am treated like a child in physical matters and education. I am late to learning things that many in their culture take for granted, after all. Yet, I am also treated as a royal and an adult. I am the current resident expert on modern Midgard, though I had not been able to visit my birth realm until the peace treaty.”

“Cultural differences? We have been told that Frost Giants are mindless beasts who have none.”

The princess laughed. “We have a very rich cultural background, your majesty. Much like Asgardians, we have what might be termed a warrior culture. Our two realms just have very different ideas of what is honorable and just. Your realm considers fighting bare handed to be dishonorable, while mine considers weapons dishonorable. Your realm has nobility who speaks for all, while anyone can approach the ruler of Jotunheim and request an audience. Your culture is based in tradition while ours is based in rituals.” She explained, then held out an arm. “My markings are not painted on. They are now a part of me, due to the adoption ritual. As you can see, I match my Jotun parent. Our rituals have power, which is why we still hold them close. Our realm can be unforgiving, but our rituals allow us to survive.”

Loki smiled. “Thank you for your explanation, Conflagration.” He turned to meet Farbauti’s eyes. “Is there anything Asgard can do to accommodate you further, Farbauti?”

“If a guide could be provided, my son has never been off Jotunheim. I believe he would enjoy a tour.”

Loki glanced up at his mother, who stepped forward with a nod. “If you would permit me, Farbauti, I would be honored to show anyone in your retinue our realm.”

“That would be appreciated, Queen Mother.” Farbauti nodded. They gestured, and the retinue split. Byleistr and several guards stepped aside, while Farbauti and Conflagration, along with several guards, remained.

The princess and prince briefly spoke before Byleistr gestured for Frigga to lead the way. “Queen Mother, we are ready to follow your lead. If we do or say anything that is offensive, we request that you inform us so that we may learn what is acceptable in our sister realm.”

“Of course, Byleistr. And please call me Frigga. I seem to recall that your realm prefers not to stand on formalities.” The former queen led the halved retinue from the throne room.

Loki gestured for several servants to step forward. “Farbauti, we have prepared rooms for your people to rest. I am aware that you cannot remain here more than a day, but Asgard prides itself on being welcoming to our guests. My guards will show you the way, so you may rest after such a strenuous trip. I will see you this eve for the celebration feast.”

Farbauti nodded, and the giants followed the servants from the room. Loki sat back and looked over his people. Once the giants were out of sight and hearing distance, he stood and spoke. “This is the first time in many thousands of years that our realms are aligned in goals and desires. Anyone who holds issue with Jotunheim may come to present them tomorrow when the council opens the floor to all. If anyone intentionally attempts to cause trouble with our guests, they will be tried for treason. I do understand that accidents may happen, but the Crown will not stand for anything that happens intentionally.” His eyes flashed as he gazed over the crowd.

After that, he dismissed those present and stalked from the room. Using magic, he hid himself and allowed an illusion to continue to his office while he went to the area that had been prepared for the giants’ use.

Flag, art done by my good friend Captain Bluebones (link coming as soon as twitter will let me in)

[gloriousburden]

Thoughts on Loki's bio mother?

Omg. This is a good question.

So, a lot of people headcanon that Loki’s biological mother is non Jötun, (and that Loki is a bastard child) which is why he’s a runt, but I really don’t believe that at all. I believe that Loki is fully Jötun and just turned out to have a deformity which made him much smaller than the average Jötun. Not because he’s actually half Asgardian or half anything else. Though, the headcanon is pretty interesting.

Yeah… I believe his mother was another Jötun.

But I have realized that we only see male Jötnar in the MCU. WHERE ARE THE WOMEN?! Maybe they’re sort of intersex or they can change sexes? Or all the female ones are in hiding for some reason. I’m thinking all the female Jötnar were in hiding and were not allowed to be guards or soldiers, which is why we don’t see them.

I know there’s a lot more clarity about this in the Myths and in the comics, but clearly… the MCU doesn’t follow that. So… UNSERIOUS HEADCANON TIME!

I headcanon that she was another Jötun, of a lower status than Laufey. She was of course very gorgeous (Loki has to get it from someone…), and she was charmed by Laufey one way or another. They wed, and she becomes pregnant. They needed an heir soon because tensions were rising between the realms, and Laufey started doing some crazy shit (like in the opening scene of Thor 1 in Norway).

War continues to break out… it’s definitely an interesting time to be pregnant. The heir will be born soon, and he will be great! They hold onto that hope. But all continues failing for them.

… Okay so the baby is born, and he’s actually tiny af. They have been cursed. That’s a sign of a curse for the Jötnar, anyway. Hmm… how do they cover this up? If this got out to everyone, it would be… very disheartening. They still have a war to win, and this would discourage everyone. A cursed child born during the war that they were losing. This was bad.

Everyone was told that she died in childbirth, and so did the child. What a bummer…

But In reality, she was killed because she was “responsible” for the curse, and the child, who actually survived childbirth, was left out to die. Laufey and everyone else who knew (midwives, probably) needed to get rid of the evidence.

Laufey never remarried, and never tried to create another heir. Fearing another curse but also feeling down because of Jötunheim’s defeat in the war. His nephew or someone else will be the heir, probably..

But when Loki came down to Jötunheim… he recognized that he was his son.

“Your father is a murderer and a thief! He stole what was ours, and left our world in ruins. We have the right to reclaim the Casket”

The thief part was about more than just the Casket.

But, he could not acknowledge that Loki was his son in front of anyone else, because he “died” in childbirth 1000+ years ago. He couldn’t reveal that he was responsible for the cursed runt.

So, we’re left with the idea that Laufey had no idea that Loki was his son. But, deep down inside, he knew. He just couldn’t do anything about it. But he was okay with that, because he could get revenge on Odin now. The child was good for something..

… Oh no, Laufey is assassinated by his own son.

… Oh no, his own son attempts genocide against Jötunheim.

Yeah maybe Jötunheim has been cursed. This is Asgard’s doing!

“Am I cursed?” Perhaps, just not in the way you think you were.

Okay this is just an unserious/lighthearted headcanon I came up with idk maybe it can make a little sense

Thanks for the question this was really fun to think about and maybe I’ll make a more serious post about this if anyone finds it interesting LOL

[randomtheidiot]

The funny part about the MCU making Laufey a man and also a murderous ice monster is that instead of just adapting Fárbauti into the series and keeping him relatively as-is, they gave their big bad villain a signifigantly lamer sounding name that roughly translates to "Miss Leafy".

[mcuthoraction]

By an anonymous artist for @lokigodofaces' prompt in the Thor Gotcha for Gaza :

Loki being the most asexual to ever asexual.

[kindofadowner]

Looking for new mutuals!! <3

Does this type of thing still work? Anyhow! I am currently looking for mutuals, do give me a follow and I shall follow you back if you like any of these people/stuff! :)

Laufey

beabadoobee

Little Mix (Jade is my bias)

Evanescence

My Chemical Romance

Coldplay

Blur/Gorillaz

Oasis

Motionless in White

Bad Omens

Bring Me The Horizon

Linkin Park

Spiritbox

One Direction

Rina Sawayama

Michael Jackson

The Beatles

Mothica

Black Veil Brides

Smosh

Dan and Phil

MCU

Star Wars

9-1-1 (TV series)

Criminal Minds

and more!

Do hit me up :3

[deimagines]

What are the chances that Bucky is a Lauver (Laufey fan). Like I would imagine Sam take Bucky to a Laufey Symphony concert in New York or smth

[littlebean2905]

Fuck Odin

from now on Loki’s been raised by lesbian mommies

[lokiinmediasideblog]

I love how in the MCU, the usual interpretation is that Loki's origins well super well-guarded. But in my oneshot I went like, "Akshually, everyone suspects something is fishy about Loki because he looks so much like Laufey and they've made up their own unsavory theories about it." BAM! Ridiculously heavy-handed foreshadowing! xD

[musclesandhammering]

Headcanon: Once loki sees his whole story, he starts going by Farbautison because his birth mom is the only one of his parents that genuinely treated him like a child, no strings attached 😭