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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darcywho:

Darcy shot him a disbelieving look. “And I’m the next queen of Asgard,” she replied dryly, quirking a perfectly arched brow. 

Letting her hands drop to her hips, she regarded Loki for a long moment. “Okay, one: I will taze you if you do; two: I don’t even wanna know where you got the car ‘cause I can tell it’s hot; three: my driving and riding inclinations are totally irrelevant, thanks very much, and; four: I don’t trust Tony when he drives since I saw what happened in Monaco.” 

Still, she reached for the door. “If you make me regret this, I’m asking Hulk to smash you.” 

Loki’s chuckled response was dismissive, though in his mind he agreed with the girl’s distrust.  Still, she was much more amicable than most.  He couldn’t talk to many people who knew his former self without receiving outright disgust as a reaction.  He could far too easily hide his true reaction to this with a grin, but it was nice not having to do so.

The engine purred beneath the hood, and riding in the car going 60 on New York highways was like a dream.  Fast cars were quite a thrill.  It almost made him regret the time he turned the 1971 Miura into ice cream.  Almost.

"So, where are we going?" Loki asked as he smoothly weaved the car in and out of evening traffic. His gaze drifted over to Darcy and her figure which was only made more obvious by the cut of her gown.  It couldn’t have been something off the rack or even a boutique purchase.  Perhaps it was one of Stark’s connections.  Regardless, with a figure like that she could be the next queen of Asgard.  "Are you certain you won’t be missed at this party?" he asked, as he lifted his eyes to meet Darcy’s.  His grin was more than a little goofy and completely unapologetic.  

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Dinners

kara-tails:

Kazuki waited patiently for Loki’s reply, and nodded in thanks when Loki gave him permission. The elderly kitsune got up and walked over, his tails swirling behind him as he stepped in front of Loki. Then, gently, he placed his hands on Loki’s head, and opened himself up to his powers, eyes glowing as he set to work. Loki would feel a bit lightheaded while Kazuki probed and checked over his mind. But after a small while, the elderly kitsune shut down his powers and stepped back.

"Well, lad, I checked your mental pathways quite thoroughly. There is no blockage, nor mental scarring. Actually your magic mental pathway was one of the healthiest and strongest I have seen. But there is just not much energy flowing through it. Only a bare trickle. But the mental pathways shut down or lower the amount of energy flowing through them if there is a biological thing that needs it blocked. Why dont I send you to one of the healers that specialize in such things?"

Kara had been watching the process intently, sighing when Kazuki pronounced himself puzzled. “Is that okay with you, Loki?”

The trickster watched the strange creature move, his gaze glued to the kitsune as the shorter man cast his spell.  He wasn’t often near so many creatures that bore such animal-like features, and only spending a day or so in the demon realm reminded him of it.  The vulpine creature magic was rather curious and it tickled the back of his mind.  It wasn’t at all similar to his own, and the energy he exuded glowed about him like an aura.

The answer the elder gave Loki did not bode well with him.  The scowl was apparent enough on his face as he processed it.  His lack of magic was enough of a mystery for him, but he thought perhaps this magical expert would know.  Of course, perhaps it was too early to assume there was anything innately wrong with him, simply because he couldn’t call on his magic for the day.  Perhaps it was the realm itself, for he had not not visited it before.  Something deep in his subconscious mind told him otherwise.

Loki turned his gaze to his dragon host, a frown still curving his lips.  His own thoughts nearly drowned out Kazuki’s last words.  ”I’m sorry,” he began, at first lost, then his question registered.  ”No, it’s fine.”  He stomach churned, but at or for what he did not know.

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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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Mix it up

malevolentmonarch:

malevolentmonarch:

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."