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.

M!A: None

[Independent Canon/AU Roleplayer - Pick your flavor. See the About, Headcanon and Universes pages for more info.]

Semi-Hiatus

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wantstobelieve:

"The bite of winter will leave you burnt, brother."

(via frostbitten-silence)

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uncreativeart:

click here for loki tentacle porn~

Its been a while since I drew Loki so here he is getting tentacled ouo;;;;

i also got another donation, thank you very much U///U 

(via lokisergi)

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|| Horror Movie || mischievousasgardian || closed ||

darcywho:

"Not all of them!” she protested immediately. At least Darcy hoped not, she usually hated movies like that. Maybe the brunette spent too much time around hero-types. Orange nails dug into the fabric of the pillow, her knees drawing closer to her chest as she prepared for the inevitable attack. 

Mumbling, Darcy answered in the affirmative. “But don’t you dare try and scare me when you come back because I will end you and—oh shit!”

Loki had already disappeared into the kitchen, though he could still hear her from the living room, especially when the movie startled her.  He chuckled to himself as he opened the refrigerator door and retrieved two coca-cola cans.  He turned one over and noticed how it said in white font, share a coke with Thor.  He rolled his eyes, and shut the refrigerator door.

When he returned to the living room, the film kitchen was already painted with blood curtesy of the axe murderer.  ”I missed the best part,” he sighed.  He handed her the coke with his brother’s name on it, and sat back down, just in time to watch the murderer dispose of the body.  ”We need to find something not so generic for the next movie,” he commented.  Perhaps something with superheroes and aliens.

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"Old soul (like at least thrice incarnated), gorgeous face (changeable, but always gorgeous), always up for some mischief. I can do things with my tongue you wouldn't dream of (like summoning demons from Hel if I so desire). Call me for a night you'll never forget."

thegeniusisme:

mischievousasgardian:

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"It’s like you are me!”

That turn of phrase makes Tony frown, tilting his head at the Godling. “I haven’t? Because generally, with Lokis - I feel I annoy them by breathing because I’m generally more charming and funnier, let’s face it, and then I mouth off and, yeah.” Vague hand-wave. “There I go, flying out of the window. I feel you don’t defenestrate people when you don’t hate them.”

He pauses, lips curling back into a smile. “Well, I’m no Charlie Chaplin, least not on purpose, I mean there might be a youtube video titled Iron Man crashing into Things but frankly the quality is shitty— you know what I was trying to say. And if you don’t, frankly now it’s too late to learn, me explaining anything usually ends up with people even more confused.”

Well, he was right about the defenestration part.  He forgot that Stark had a habit of annoying him to the point where he wanted to see him suffer, but that was hardly Loki’s fault.  The guy could be a self-absorbed asshole sometimes, and he was quite certain Stark deserved what he got every single time he was thrown out the window.

Loki finished his drink.  ”I might have thrown you out the window in the past, Stark,” he said.  ”And I’m sorry about that, but I’m a new person,” he said, spreading out his arms to emphasize his statement.  He was certainly better looking than his past self, he had to admit.  10/10 would fuck, or however that meme went.  

But, Odin’s beard did Stark talk to much!  He probably got off to his monologues.  It made Loki want to repeat his past habits of launching Tony through glass, but he was trying to be civil.  ”You know,” he said, placing the glass on the counter but considering pouring himself another drink.  He would need to be drunk to tolerate Stark’s ego.  ”I thought that sharing a drink with you would be interesting.”

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I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
Veronica Roth, Insurgent (via larmoyante)

(via kingoftheravens)

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Text: That corset with the black lace looked great on you. I think I might wear it next time. ;)

crashing-thunder:

mischievousasgardian:

crashing-thunder:

crashing-thunder:

[Text:] Splendid. Glad you liked it, though I doubt anything my size would fit you. Maybe, just maybe, you have the wrong number, brother…

[Text:] But you are welcome to stroll about in it. I am sure my friends here would enjoy the show. They may even take photos for the internet.

[Text:] I see that you are as loyal as ever.

[Text:] Don’t you dare hurt her, brother, or it will be your head.

[Text:] Though we should get together sometime without corsets. It has been too long.

Text: You were in my apartment drinking all of my beer just a few days ago.  Is your memory that terrible, brother?

Text: I already know the answer to that.  Yes.  I think you’ve been hit in the head with Mjolnir one too many times. :P

[Text:] You know, you could just say no without insulting me. Well… I doubt you could manage that, actually.

[Text:] But fine. I will leave you be if that is what you want. Try not to text me about corsets anymore.

Text:  I told you that you were welcome any time, brother.

Text: You’ve just seemed rather clingy lately.

Text: You know I have no intentions of dying in the near future, so you don’t have to worry about me.

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Loki and Ani Closed

agent-matara:

"I was eight when I left. Didn’t know a word of English when I got here." She smiled. "But I had some good teachers."

"That’s a very touching story," Loki commented with a nod, his drink abandoned.  It left a ring of standing water on the oak table as if to protest its fate.  

"It’s always nice to here stories of success, especially with how morbid most people are these days - Oh, did I ever tell you my name?"

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Text: That corset with the black lace looked great on you. I think I might wear it next time. ;)

crashing-thunder:

crashing-thunder:

[Text:] Splendid. Glad you liked it, though I doubt anything my size would fit you. Maybe, just maybe, you have the wrong number, brother…

[Text:] But you are welcome to stroll about in it. I am sure my friends here would enjoy the show. They may even take photos for the internet.

[Text:] I see that you are as loyal as ever.

[Text:] Don’t you dare hurt her, brother, or it will be your head.

[Text:] Though we should get together sometime without corsets. It has been too long.

Text: You were in my apartment drinking all of my beer just a few days ago.  Is your memory that terrible, brother?

Text: I already know the answer to that.  Yes.  I think you’ve been hit in the head with Mjolnir one too many times. :P

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//My connection is really crapping out on me.  I should have replied to threads on Saturday, but I had some things going on, and I wasn’t in the best place to write replies.  I’ll try to get one or two up, though I do have to fold laundry and wake up in the morning at 0430.  :(  Such is the way of life.

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// So, over the course of next week, my blog posts may only be of Frigga and bacon.  Sorry, I’m not sorry.