#threads | loki laufeyson

[voluntadfuerte]

@mxrvelouscreations | continued

M/F Spicy Gif Starters / #4A

Steve hadn't meant for it to happen. He'd gotten lost in the moment, in the feeling of Loki clenching around him that he had came before he could pull out. Gripping onto the other's hip, he let out a soft groan before looking down to see his cum now leaking from his lover's core. "Loki... we might have a problem.."

Loki was moaning, feeling good as Steve thrusted in them from behind. Steve was so perfect in them, no matter their form. They moaned loudly, encouraging Steve, as they felt their orgasm rising, their pussy clenching. And then felt warmth as Steve groaned. "How bad is it?" they asked.

[voluntadfuerte]

The kiss had been a spur of the moment. They didn't think they would do it until Sigyn was right in front of them. People would talk and they were used with that. People talking. About them. But they couldn't let others get to them. When there was someone interested in them for who they were. So they kissed her and held her on her waist. It was indeed a great start of a new year.

"I sincerely hope you have a good one, Sigyn," they said after breaking the kiss, looking straight in her eyes. "You deserve one."

@voluntadfuerte sent: 🥂💋 send 🥂💋 to share a toast and a kiss with my muse on new year's eve. | no longer accepting.

The toast itself is expected, but the kiss is a welcome surprise - one that Sigyn all but melts into, very much in spite of the fact that she knows the Asgardian court's resident gossips will both notice their embrace and ensure that everyone else knows about it, too.

When she's here, with Loki's hands on her waist as they kiss, she finds it difficult to care about anything else.

"Happy New Year to you, too, Loki."

[xxashes-rebornxx]

@deifiedlies

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When Freya had mentioned she'd like to pursue a doctorate in the Psychology field on Career Day, this was not what she had in mind.

The click of her heels against the metal and concrete floors echoed down the vast hallway, gradually illuminating the cells lining the walls as she approached. At this point; the redhead barely paid any attention to the inmates grinning and heckling as she passed - she had to, lest she keep even a meager grip on her sanity.

"Let's see.. B4, B5, B6.." Freya glanced back and forth from her chart and the designations of the various cells painted well above her on the high walls before coming to a sudden halt. She'd felt something.. something slimy.. "Ugh!" In one swift motion Freya threw the slimy black appendage to the the floor, and another motion incinerated it. "Eddie!! I've told you and your partner already! You'll get your chocolate along with your rations at the scheduled time!!" The redhead would shout back to her previous patient, only to hear laughter and whooping in response. Just ignore it - giving them attention will only worsen the issue.

Pushing aside the fact that she'd momentarily had a Symbiote Stowaway; Freya continued her rounds until she came upon the cell she was meant to be at - B15.. Currently the temporary home of the Norse God of Mischief, Loki.

Giving a light wrap on the plexiglass of the cell to alert the occupant of her presence and giving a quick swipe of an ID card to grant herself entry and hopefully restrain the one inside.. if they even could be restrained.

"Mr. Laufeyson, I presume?" She'd spent at least a half hour learning to pronounce that name over her lunch break, so she should hope she was saying it correctly. When the chart in front of her said how prideful her patient could be, she'd like to think she could trust that Intel. "I'm Dr. Barnett - are you up to answering a few questions for me?" Freya was ever careful to give some semblance of control to the inmate during an interview - it made her chances of surviving an encounter that much better.

[scores-of-antiheroes]

@marvelmyriad [Loki Laufeyson]

Sigourney Mereanne Pryde, daughter to the Star Lord, Peter Quill, and Earth mutant hero, Kitty Pryde the Shadowcat. Now due to her very unique heritage, her mutation...well it mutated beyond that of her mother's and took on astro properties. For instance, and this would be a good time to tell you of this ability because this situation deals with this one. Sigourney's mutation was simply called Quantum Tunneling, even though there is nothing simple about it. It's basically the same as her mother's but on a really weird levels, in the used lightly it works exactly like her mother's powers, when used more potently it opens a quantum tunnel to a place the wielder can visualize and that mixed with her father's Universal Knowledge & Cosmic Awareness it made it really hard to keep Sigourney in one place for too long. That is unless you ground her mech suit, apply called Queen, which her folks did. So that just means things get a little more.....chaotic. Sigourney has so much less control of her quantum tunneling when she is outside of Queen but that never stopped her before. Sigourney stood back in her father's hanger bay on New Spartax. She held her hands out and reached like she was reaching out for a wall but toward the air, calming herself, slowing her breathing, trying to use some of those Earth techniques that connect you to the universe or some shit. A wave of ethereal energy rippled around in front of Sigourney's hands, making it seem like reality was a shimmered reflection in a once calm pound. Sigourney patted her dad's old elemental guns attached to her hips, scuffing her boots on the ground checking the rocket boot attachments. Sigourney took a deep breath in and stepped forward into the ripple, and into a swirl of information attached to her cosmic connections, it about made her sick. Then just as suddenly it stopped and she was stumbling into somewhere. Sigourney looked around waiting for her eyes to focus. "Where the hell am I?"

[voluntadfuerte]

They definitely were amused by the sight of Amora. Someone whose magic perhaps was better than theirs, not that they would admit to it. "Haven't you heard? I'm the God of Stories now, not of Mischief. I'm no longer a trickster." While the first part was true, that didn't mean they weren't a trickster anymore. Despite choosing a more honourable path, they would still remain a trickster.

✨ ───── her lips curled as she looked towards the dark haired trickster before her. "well look who it is." she sang softly as she raised her brow and there was a glint in her eyes that suggested she was looking for something .... fun. should that appear out of something, who better to push than loki? "if it isn't my favourite trickster."

@voluntadfuerte ♥ for a starter from amora for loki

[godstrayed]

open starter ╱ inspired by various songs. non-mutuals welcomed. open to f/m/nb. we can plot it or wing it, idc.

　IT DOESN'T SUIT HIM. At least, not in a way he likes. This terribly fragile feeling makes him all too mortal. Is this what it means to behold humanity and succumb to it? Was Loki victim to the plights of man no more than a fool was to self indulgence? A crime, really. "We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way." And yet, he could not change it. How he felt about them.

[chroniclesof15]

The TARDIS made an unexpected, albeit loud, crash landing in the heart of the TVA headquarters -- right in the middle of a corridor. The familiar hum of the blue police box echoed across the sterile halls. The Doctor, ever the curious and slightly disoriented traveler, stumbled out from the door, brushing himself off. He was very aware that this wasn’t his usual place.

The TARDIS seemed to have a mind of its own, as usual, and the Doctor couldn't help but grin despite the chaotic situation. He scanned the area with a furrowed brow, realizing where -- or rather -- when he was. 'The TVA?' he thought, eyebrow raised. Of course, the Doctor recognized the place. He was intimately familiar with all the intricacies of time and space -- though he'd never quite found himself in this exact spot before.

Looking around, he noticed B-15 and Loki nearby. His mind immediately whirred with recognition. Loki, the God of Stories himself, stood with an expression that clearly radiated annoyance, while B-15 seemed the epitome of composure -- though the confusion in her eyes at the sudden intrusion was hard to miss. The Doctor couldn’t help himself, a smirk playing on his lips as he sized them both up.

“Well, well, well,” the Doctor remarked casually, tapping the side of his cheek in mock contemplation, as if just seeing the two of them triggered some distant memory. “It’s Loki! And you, you’re B-15, aren't you? From the timeline. Ah, no, wait, let me guess… this is after everything’s settled, right? After the whole ‘multiverse chaos’ situation. I mean, it’s only obvious, right? Who else would be running the TVA now?”

He grinned, clearly not fazed by the fact he was standing in the heart of the TVA -- the heart of the Sacred Timeline no less. He gave them a knowing wink. “Now, let me guess -- time’s a bit of a mess these days, isn't it? Feels good to be in a new timeline. Well, new to me anyway. What are you two doing? More of the same? Or something new this time?” The Doctor didn’t even pause for their reactions. He was already moving towards them, like he was part of the furniture.

[superesque]

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ   sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.       ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ   ʟᴏᴋɪ   &   ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ   ᴄʜᴀᴠᴇᴢ.

⸻                 ᴡʜᴇɴ   ᴛʜᴇ   sᴛᴀʀ-ᴋɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ   ʜᴇʀᴏ   ғɪʀsᴛ   ᴍᴇᴛ   ʟᴏᴋɪ,   ɪᴛ   ᴡᴀs   ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ   ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛɪᴄ.   when   you   go   around   tampering   with   dimensions   constantly   and   being   a   constant   trickster   who   can't   be   trusted,   you   earn   the   ire   of   america   pretty   quickly.   and   loki's   bared   it   from   various   instances.   but   behind   the   trickery   and   duplicity,   chavez   had   seen   peaks   of   a   loki   that   was   surprisingly   genuine,   and   as   much   as   they   hated   to   admit   it,   america   couldn't   see   loki   as   a   pure   enemy.   after   all,   they   were   teammates   for   a   short   while.   still,   they'd   be   a   fool   not   to   suspect   the   norse   trickster.   ❛   chico,   why   are   you   always   at   the   scene   of   the   crime   ?   ❜    america   raises   a   brow   as   they   hop   down   from   a   neighboring   building,   ground   shaking   a   bit   as   they   crack   their   neck   with   a   raised   brow.   ❛   gonna   tell   me   this   one   isn't   on   you   ?   ❜   that   wasn't   likely,   but   the   one   time   that   it   wasn't   loki-caused,   they'd   be   wrong,   so   they   hold   a   sliver   of   belief. 

@lowkeystoryteller.

[wallcrawlparker]

@deceitfultrickry plotted starter with Peter's Lokison verse!

The combat had been pretty intense, let alone confusing. Not only was the team clearly outnumbered, they were also not on their home turf and in full-blown blizzard mode. That wouldn't usually be a huge deal as most of the team was enhanced and/or bundled up in self-heating gear and literal heaters.

But Peter.... Peter's got spider DNA, and spiders can't thermoregulate. He'd been hypothermic a few times just from patrolling in the winter, so... when the youngest teammate didn't answer the call to regroup, panic immediately sparked.

Mostly, it was Tony flipping his shit, panicking about how the kid's not dressed for this and his suit's tracker must be damaged and he could be anywhere!

What Tony doesn't know, though, is that Peter had been in extreme cold before. Once he goes past his enhanced-human threshold and his life is endangered by the cold, he.... goes blue. Literally, yeah. He goes blue. His (unknown) paternal heritage saves his life, literally, by morphing him into his frost giant form. Not that he knows that. It's only happened once before and... well, he figured he must have just been seeing shit. Anyway. While the team freaked out and seemed to forget they had a literal Frost Giant/Norse God on their team currently, Peter was a few kilometres meters away, halfway buried in snow after a particularly hard blow to the head knocked him out, taking out some of his suit's gear; including the tracker.

[voluntadfuerte]

@mxrvelouscreations | your muse thinks mine is beautiful | accepting

Loki was wearing Tony's shirt and only his shirt. Which, in their female form, arrived right under their butt. It was from one of those bands that Tony enjoyed and Loki tolerated for Tony's sake. Iron Maiden. Which in this case, was rather accurate. Being the maiden of Iron Man. Tony's arms around them as they were preparing coffee. Tony was obsessed with that drink. "Keep complimenting me, Stark. But that coffee is not coming quicker." They weren't going to use magic this time. They would let Tony wait.

[boundless-iridescence]

Random Asks | Always Open

@demonofchaos asked: Asgard, 2011.

Nyx Lokisdottir was a strange child. She knew it. The horns and devil tail she had were from a strange mix of genetics. Her mother being the daughter of Hades, and a demon, and her father being a frost giant. But she never let other peoples opinions get to her. The nine year old was raised better. She was better. She had to be better. She was the Princess of Asgard. Yet she was still a child. She had less responsibilities than the adults in her family. But she was always there. She never really got time to herself. She was always being watched in some way. Whether it was by a Guard or her family. Her parents were extremely loving. She loved her mother and father. She was especially close with her father, though. She loved when Loki would read to her, or show her his magic. Despite having so much…Nyx was lonely. The other children do not seem to like her, aside from her one friend. So Nyx made a decision to leave Asgard from time to time. Maybe find a place where she won’t be judged for what she is.

On this particular morning, Nyx was very very bored. The young princess had finished her studies and wandered the hall aimlessly. She had managed to avoid her guards. She didn’t see why she needed them. She was nine. She wasn’t helpless, either. She had her own powers. She could just use her magic. She knew she would likely get in trouble for running off through the halls. But she couldn’t help it. Did everyone just expect her to sit around and do nothing all the time? That was lame..and boring.

Nyx wanted to see what her Uncle was doing. She could bother him if she so chooses. But she also knew he was fairly busy preparing for his upcoming role as king. As well as saving the Nine realms. He was very important and busy. Nyx wanted to grow up and be just as cool as important someday. No matter what anyone says, she would do it. Nyx spotted her father, finally. She tugged on his cape. “Daddy. Daddy.” She chirped. She wanted his attention.

Loki had been deep in the library as was his best position when it came to the stirring events of the Kingdom. Thor's coronation would be coming sooner rather than latter, and not for the first time, and as it were, Loki still felt another delay was needed. Not that the delay before had been...entirely intentional. But, now? Thor was a great warrior, a decent hearted Asgardian at his core, and an admirable person that Loki adored. However...when he looked to his brother, he did not yet see a King. He saw a man too ready for a throne, without any thought for what that throne will bring.

And Loki bore the weight of seemingly being the ONLY one to be aware of such. So, his wits and his knowledge would be his tools, to find his way to delay yet again. If he could not manage to teach Thor, he would do what he could to save the realm.

But he heard the pitter patter of feet, a sound he was very familiar with. Adorned in his regal wear after just participating in a meeting (participating being a generous term as he more simply sat there to be present), he looked down with a grin that grew and spilled warmth at a rapid pace. As the young girl tugged at his cape, he easily set aside his study material, and knelt down.

His dear daughter, precious and beautiful, had the look of restlessness. He knew it well. She was supposed to be committing to her studies with her tutors and guards, but he imagined she must've grown bored. Sometimes, she was far too like him. He scooped her up with a soft chuckle, standing once more.

"Yes, my dear? And just what are you doing? Running about by yourself again?"

[hexweaver]

‘   i'm   a   vegetarian,   darling.   ’   lips   stained   with   scarlet   ,   an   𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓽   of   what   she   wore   'pon   colored   lips   against   a   white   cup.   &   a   serene   smile   that   paints   across   frontal   view   of   wanda   maximoff.   a   rare   occurrence   for   someone   like   her,   yet   when   it   finally   came,   it   felt   like   a   ｍａｌｉｃｉｏｕｓ   joke   orchestrated   by   fate   itself.   from   the   very   thing   she   had   done   in   the   past   ,   only   for   her   to   be   what   she   is   now   ,   did   she   truly   deserve   all   of   this?   some   resent   her   ,   𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄   ,   but   some   accepted   her   new   purpose   in   life.   those   who   actually   forgave   her   &   that   was   something   she   held   deeply   within   her.   she   made   a   vow   to   herself,   to   amend   the   terrible   things   she   did   in   the   past   &   do   what   was   right.   she   wanted   to   be   a   good   witch.   to   aid   her   companions   &   citizens   when   the   time   came.   for   now   ,   aiding   the   local   police   &   detectives   with   cases   that   involved   magical   beings   &   the   unknown.

emerald   sight   ,   a   gleam   that   twinkled   as   she   shifted   her   sight   towards   the   other   across   the   table.   oh   how   attractive   he   was   ,   one   that   somehow   𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃   her   beating   heart.   to   adore   this   feeling   once   more   after   what   she   once   had   with   vision   ,   it   seemed   𝓾𝓷𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮   ,   an   arm's   length   away.   yet   ,   between   the   two,   there   were   things   similar   &   an   underline   of   a   deep   connection   &   understanding   between   ｗｉｔｃｈ​​​​​​​ &   ｇｏｄ.   ‘   but   don't   let   it   stop   you   from   enjoying   what   Asgardians   eat.   I'll   stick   to   something   that   my   palette   enjoys.    ’

( SC ) / @iotunheim

[voluntadfuerte]

@mxrvelouscreations

Loki took all the romancing that Steve offered their way. Took all the love, the caring they could get until Steve realised he was better off without them. But so far, Steve had accepted them completely and had shown nothing but love towards them. They replied to the kiss more eagerly. "I want you here. We can have comfort later. I know you want to take me here, Steve."

@voluntadfuerte

Steve had promised romance for the night. Loki deserved that, deserved more than that in all honesty. Once they had made it back from their dinner, he watched as they hopped up onto the counter, a soft smile tugging at his lips as they mentioned how they skipped dessert. "You are a tease," he hummed, pushing Loki's legs apart to step into, kissing them gently. "You want it right here? Or shall I take you somewhere more comfortable?"

[aamusedly]

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜ @ loki

"Jealous? Of what?"

"Your castles, your vacation homes, your fame and popularity? Your network of people who would kill and die for you at a moment's notice out of nothing but loyalty and kindness? Perhaps the notoriety of heroism and goodness, of those looking up to you for solutions to their woes like some sort of noble godhead? That you can walk into a public place and receive an applause rather than someone's errant fruit rinds? Your charm, your sense of humor, your long-lasting relationships? Your ability to grow perfectly coiffed facial hair?"

The hands on his hips said it more than all of his many, many words could.

"No. I'm a King, actually, I'm not jealous of anyone."

[floral-flames]

【   ✴.   ⸻   ⤖ .Loki Laufeyson.   】             It was more so a scuff then a eyeroll that came from the god, more so a simple shrug than a nod as he listened to the other speak- as the words endless flowed from their lips. Loki for one did enjoy to talk, but even this was causing a mild headache to from whilst he reached to massage the sides of his skull.

Surely there was much better things that needed to be done aside from standing here for what seemed like decades -a little dramatic yes- listening to endless mumbling of whatever the hell the other was speaking of.

"I am going to stop you here, for you are making no sense and I am growing tired of this conversation"

[wallcrawlparker]

continued from here for @benevolentgodloki

"I mean, sure... But you were controlled, and stuff. So, it'd be kinda hypocritical to forgive Mister Bucky and not you."

Peter thought this was basic logic, while most of the Avengers still disliked Loki, refusing to trust him in the least. Peter... well, he's pure like that. Hard to dislike, easy to love.

"Plus, Mister Stark wouldn't let you be here if he didn't agree with me."