Semi-hiatus until I get proper internet // Blog in transition. Greetings,
I am Loki - not the Loki you think you know - or knew - because he died. I'm not the Loki that was reincarnated by Thor either, or even the fragment of the original who existed in the magpie. And I'm certainly not the one running around calling himself king of Midgard. Too many Lokis... I'm a reflection of a reflection, but to make it easier for you, you can call me Loki 3.0. New and improved.
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[Independent Canon/AU Roleplayer - pick your flavor. See the About, Headcanon and Universes pages for more info.]
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// So… I owe replies.  I’ll try to get a few done tonight while I’m awake between the hours of 1 and 3.

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themischiefunderyourbed:

mischievousasgardian:

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"Took you a while, but hey, nothing gets by you."

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"And what do you mean by that, twin mine?"

"Oh, it’s nothing.  Pay me no mind."

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(Source: fradulentiarchangelum, via motherofasgard)

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Reblog If Your Muse Gets Jealous

(Source: alexis-of-summer, via riddlesxtruths)

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Mix it up

malevolentmonarch:

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Send me “MIX IT UP!” and I’ll generate a number from 1-55 and my character will respond to yours saying…

53; “Are we alone?” 

   Liege had been a touch more than mildly surprised when he had encountered this twin — for this twin was not of Liege’s full-grown, adult stature. No, he was an echo of Liege’s own teenaged self, full of life and youth and more than anything, mischief. 

   The younger’s proposed question caused one of the king’s groomed brows to quirk.”…Yes,” he answered from his seat on the throne, confusion threading into the tone of his voice for the briefest moment. “We are alone…for now. Why? Do you require us to be alone for…for whatever reason you’ve come to me?”

    Liege’s only response to the younger’s first words was a simple nod — he was taking in the information, but seeing no need to reply to it. Though questions certainly had begun to form in his mind, he set them aside for now; for in the next moment, the younger was talking about Thor, a guaranteed way to grab the king’s attention.


    “I agree with you,” he said, voice a low purr as he regarded his younger-seeming counterpart. “Hence why I have the thrones. Believe me; we —” (we being, of course, a collective term for we Lokis) — “are far more fit to rule. Born to be kings, we were; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Oh, he was familiar with the various attempts the previous Loki had made to conquer Asgard.  None of them ended well.  He had brought about its end at least once, and almost several occasions more - which was what ultimately led to his demise, that and his unquenchable thirst for power.  The younger trickster didn’t let that show on his face, however.  

"Perhaps," he mused, smile still playing across his lips.  "How could you be wrong?  The very fact that you sit in that throne now is proof enough." 

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“Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

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darcywho:

mischievousasgardian:

"Taking you on a date," Loki replied with little hesitation, "like I promised."  So, the last thing they discussed was probably pizza, but it was as close to a date as anything.  But pizza didn’t quite fit the occasion.  He pushed his aviators down the bridge of his nose, just enough to peer over the lenses, emerald eyes scrutinizing the dress Darcy wore.  

"The color suits you," he observed, his eyes lifting to meet hers.  "I know you didn’t dress up for me." - though the thought would have been nice - "Where are you going?  I’ll give you a ride, then we can move on to more enjoyable things."

Well how on earth was she supposed to reply to that? And since when did pizza translate into a date? Of course, Darcy supposed she wasn’t really surprised. It was Loki after all. 

She crossed her arms and tucked her lip between her teeth. A couple beats passed before she let out a resigned sigh. “It’s a cocktail party,” Darcy said finally. “One of SI’s, actually. Pepper gave me the invite.” Another pause. “If you promise to behave, you can be my plus one.” 

The grin that crossed Loki’s face was not reassuring in the least, but he had that effect on people.  ”I’m always on my best behavior,” he lied, but at least when he was being compared to his predecessor it rang with a bit of truth.  It wasn’t like he was off trying to kill the current ruler of Asgard - quite the contrary.

He raised his right hand in resigned defeat.  ”I swear on the Allfather’s left eye that I will not do anything to embarrass you,” he intoned, his smile ever present.  ”Look, I can even drive responsibly - I bet you didn’t expect that,” he said, gesturing emphatically at the steering wheel, and in turn at the car itself.  ”You know you’ve always wanted to ride in a car like this,” he continued before narrowing his eyes and lowering the volume of his voice.  ”And you know you don’t trust Tony when he drives.”

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themischiefunderyourbed:

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Mischief smirked slightly, watching his twin closely. “Yet another of you, I see.”

"Took you a while, but hey, nothing gets by you."

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madetoruleyou:

mischievousasgardian:

"Oh?" the younger trickster answered, one brow arching in disbelief, before that expression faded to boredom once more.  "I guess there was never anything I liked about you, then," he answered with a smirk.  "So, why are you still here?  Don’t I have the Midgard plague or something?"

"Call me a narcissist," Loki retorted, grinning at him. "I enjoy my own company… even if he is a dead man who stole a boy’s body."

That comment earned the other a glare from the younger god, though he was quick to replace it with his usual bored expression.  ”So you heard about that,” he said in a tone as if it were old news.  Of course the other had heard wrong.  He was by no means the Loki that died, though he was not the kid either.  It wasn’t something he expected the other to understand.

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"Oops."

big-brother-thor:

mischievousasgardian:

big-brother-thor:

mischievousasgardian:

big-brother-thor:

4. Your character walking in on mine in the shower.#

Thor pulled the shower curtain back, his frown sightly creased in irritation. “Do you mind…?”

"Not at all," the trickster replied continuing to the toilet.  "You can continue showering if you wish.  I won’t take long."

"Are you serious? I mean… did we do a full shift from ‘trying to kill each other for centuries’ to ‘totally comfortable in a way we have not been before’?" he asked, slightly incredulously

Loki gave him a half-incredulous look, which was partially obscured due to the angle in which he had to turn as he was preoccupied doing other things.  ”You were the one who brought me back - as for that part of me, you could say it was destroyed by the void.” he sighed, zipping his pants before turning around.  ”Besides, you said you trusted me.”

"This has nothing to do with trust," Thor answered and after a minute of hesitation, took a step back behind the shower curtain. He probably should not criticise his brother stark-naked. "It’s just… Look, I am glad you are back. But this is a bit weird, don’t you think?"

The trickster gave his brother a quick glance as he disappeared behind the shower curtain, a smirk curving his lips.  ”Perhaps your memory doesn’t serve you, but I remember when you were more brazen -”  he said under his breath.  ”No, this is just like old times.”  

He brushed past the shower, his hand flitting over the light switch before he closed the door behind him; the bathroom quickly swallowed in darkness.  ”Hey, do me a favor, and don’t sing next time.  I think I’ve lost hearing in one of my ears,” he called from the hallway.  Not exactly like when they were young, but close enough.