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                                                                                                                    I am Loki, of Asgard. I am the God of mischief and I shall one day be your king.
[ Post TDW. NSFW often—player is of age. This is purely a RP blog, I do not own the character, Marvel or the stories this character is a part of. I am a multishipper and I will roleplay with anyone! This blog was created May 4th, 2011.]
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You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers.

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     ooc: I haven’t been around for the last couple days simply because my emotional state is a bit…iffy, at best. I do have all of the threads that I owe organized and I intend to continue to plot with and message the people I’ve contacted recently once I’m able.

     I made a discovery about my writing that I hadn’t noticed until last week and I realized I have to compensate for that in my writing class. It kind of really threw me off my axis.

     I appreciate all of your patience with me and I will return soon. <3


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ladyblackthorn sent:

"My lord." Hillary demonstrated her respect to the Prince by sweeping into a low refined curtsy of elegance. Turning her oceanic cerulean hues to gaze upon her old friend, she hesitated to speak, at a loss of how to begin after all the time that had separated them. "I cannot even imagine what you must think of me now, nor can I ever truly hope in obtaining full forgiveness for my absence.. however I do wish to make it up to you in any way that I can. I only pray you allow me to do so."



Loki simply watched Hillary as she approached; his gaze met hers and he waited for her to speak. She seemed at a loss for words, for the most part. Nonetheless, once she found her voice, a smile tugged at the corners of the Aesir’s thin lips in response to her words.

"You are hardly obligated to be constantly present, I assure you—your absence is your own business. I wont hold it against you." With a tilt of his head and a flash of his teeth, he continued, "I presume you are well?"

Swallowing her guilt with a bit of a wince, she felt undeserving of his forgiveness. Loki gave it willingly, and more significantly without question despite their last encounter. It must have been what? A year? If not so long. Catching her breath Hillary pushed back some loose strands of hair before mustering the courage to speak once more. 

"Then the Gods are surely good, for fortune has smiled upon me. Though it may be my life as you say your grace, if I recall correctly I am still bound to serve you. Thus, I have returned as swiftly as I left. My choice entirely."

As he tried to subdue the nerves for her benefit it did not take long for the smile she bore upon her lips to fade at the inquiry of her health and a soft exhale soon followed. 

"I was ill and my spirits were quite low. I will spare you the details- however yes. I am much improved, or at the very least choose to believe so. And you Loki? Are you well? I’ve heard things… stories here and there. They say you were imprisoned. Some even whispered of your death. I was devastated, of course I didn’t want to believe such nonsense… Only your word matters. It fills me with such joy to see you again.”



     Loki let out a breath of a sigh in response to Hilary’s words—although her interest in serving him wasn’t exactly unpleasant, her insistence of some sort of duty or honor was…tiring. He leaned forward catching her gaze before speaking. “You serve me by choice and the binds that you speak of are your own.” 

     The trickster was indeed ruling Asgard in Odin’s mysterious stead and, as predicted, he has grown annoyed and frustrated with such responsibility. He’s listened to many pledge their lives to him, listened to the continuous loop of people binding themselves to him—it all began to grow tedious and boring. Loki avoided voicing his distaste, but the longer he ruled, the more restless and in need of change, a challenge, chaos he became.

     ”You hear tales of my death and yet here I stand before you, tangible and full of more tales to weave.” Loki spoke with a tinge of amusement, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Asgard has a tenancy toward dislike in my case—I avoid them.” Which wasn’t entirely a lie; he did avoid allowing Asgardians to see his true form—by disguising himself as Odin.

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ooc: Hello lovely followers! This is mostly for the new(ish) ones and I will tag as many of you as I can; Like this post if you want to do some roleplaying with me. Plotted or not, random interaction, intro starters, whatever you want to do.

Thank you so much for following and I love you all. <3

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If you’re interested in roleplaying and you’re not on this list, you are absolutely welcome to like this post for some interaction too!


Loki scaring Thor with his unusual uses of magic

Loki studying seidr excessively until he can do things Thor thought was impossible. Thor responding by forcing himself to learn more control on realm weather

Loki insisting that Thor’s elemental magic isn’t real magic and Thor yelling back that it is, it really is

Loki throwing epic tantrums, in situations where he can work seidr into any objects within a certain range around him and cause mass chaos by throwing it around or blowing it up or enchanting things for devious purposes.

Thor answering by drenching Loki in so much rain he can’t focus and he gets angry and has to go to his room

Thor and Loki going inside together and Thor is still buzzing with thunder and Loki is mad at it

Loki being distracted by the elemental magic in Thor’s veins, and then touching Thor, playing with it, until the sensation arouses Thor and he plays along and they’re suddenly mixing magic and learning how they’re different yet the same and can be very compatible

Thor is using static and electricity to excite Loki and Loki is using pure seidr to surprise and seduce Thor, and both of them are unaware of the affect until it works flawlessly, and then, they don’t mind a bit; it’s so strong, and it’s so perfect and it works ~~


wow loki your jealously/possessiveness/attention-seeking behaviour/general thirst is off the charts

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Anonymous sent:

Hello sir! Would you like to take a look at this stand! We have everything! A new cape for you perhaps?

     ”Everything, hm? How did you manage to obtain everything?”

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INSPIRATION bloody battle wounds

for the bloody knuckles that pound against the flesh of another, the knees that scrape against rough surfaces as bodies hit the ground, and the bandages that are painted scarlet with their wearer’s determination; the blood that spills from the bodies of fighters is the most valuable when mixed with that of their opponent. 

𝔅eware toxic lovers who substitute knives for nails, whose bodies are painted with wounds from their partner, and who have a dangerous love for pain. passionate and untamed, they take pleasure in blissful sadism, marking their territory in wounds upon each other while hunting those that surround them. seemingly ordinary, the two save their animalistic natures for when they are together, transforming into the monsters they truly are when met with each other’s touch. 

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      Thor felt her lips twitch into a grin, chuckling softly— albeit nervously —as she felt his hands slide up her back. The kiss was so sweet, so fulfilling… It made the Aesir sigh softly in relief, “I’m not sure, I suppose I just…” She found herself faltering again, gaze dipping as her smile faltered. “…do not wish to run you off.” The thunderer came in for another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away just enough to be able to watch her hands smooth across Loki’s chest.

      Slowly she pulled her own hands away and began to tug at the hem of her shirt, tugging it off of and letting it slip from her fingers to the floor. She sat there in silence for a moment before bringing her gaze to Loki again, resting a hand over the one the trickster had placed on her hip, stroking his knuckles with the pad of her thumb.

      “I have. More than you could ever imagine. Loki I…” She squeezed his hand before leaning closer and resting her forehead against his shoulder. “I thought I had lost you again and I didn’t want to scare you and make you leave again.” A moment was taken so she could gather her thoughts again.

      Thor sat back again, face reddening as she reached to guide the hand on her hip to her breast instead. She was rambling too much and still unable to put everything she felt into words, instead she turned to what she was better at: the physical. 

     Again, Loki found himself unsure of what to do with what he’d been given. The words that he prompted from her lips left him with a realization; of all the things Thor could possibly be afraid of, she found herself anxious over the loss of Loki—more so, his direct decision to sever himself from her in some way or another. Before the trickster could process a reply, the thunderer was leaning in to press her lips to his again. Thor’s playful nibble sent a spark of arousal throughout his abdomen and down to his groin.

      Once his sister was tugging her shirt up over her own head and letting the flimsy piece of clothing drop onto his bedroom floor, Loki’s breath hitched and he instantly reached out to brush his fingers along her warm skin. For a brief moment, he recognized that the feelings of apprehension, the sharp pangs of arousal in response to simple things like soft kisses against his flesh—the mere sight of Thor removing her clothing—was something that he hadn’t felt in centuries. 

     ”I…have my own reasons for leaving,” Loki began, his words slower than usual for he was certainly light-headed. “They never include you scaring me and causing me to leave. I tend to…bounce back, after all.” He assured her as genuinely as he could manage, a gentle playfulness slipping into his last words.

     He allowed her to lead his hand and he wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity. Loki wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her close, leaning in just inches from her lips—then he slid the hand that she had lead to her breast down to her thigh. The trickster slipped his fingers just underneath her knee and lifted her briefly, swinging her around to his left and lowering her down onto her back against his mattress. Loki rested his left hand beside her head, whilst the other reached back for her left leg, gently guiding it to rest against his hip.

     The Aesir said nothing else and instead, leaned down to capture her lips with his own.

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