#Manspreading Loki
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What I enjoy about this scene is that the Warriors 3 4 think Loki is up to no good, and he is, but he's not up to the specific no good they at first assumed. You and I in the audience know Odin really did just fall asleep to avoid resolving the plot to soon but they don't, and then Loki gives them the most insincere-sounding explanation possible (it has to be deliberate, he's far better at lying in other scenes) and then Sif is clearly planning something after that (and she can lie more convincingly too!) and basically I find this whole thing hilarious. These people don't even like each other enough to pretend that they're not planning to fuck things up somehow.
#i've seen ppl complain that the w4 “committed treason” - first of all what do you have against treason? it can be a lot of fun actually!#secondly: so you agree? people should just do whatever authority figures tell them even if it seems morally and/or legally dubious?#i was rewatching this scene for Fic Research Reasons but i should do this more often it's a good lark they're all having a fun time here#they think he's done treason and he thinks they'll do treason because of his treason and u kno wot mate? i support the lot of them.#thor brackets twenty eleven close brackets#do we know if TVA!Loki is manspreading in his tree-throne? i hope he is. it'd add some much needed levity to that situation.#mcu tag i guess#queue
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From "Giants Walk the Earth!" in Journey Into Mystery #104, May 1964. Stan Lee script, Jack Kirby pencils, Chic Stone inks, Sam Rosen letters. Original colorist unknown. Photoshop color reduction.
#giants walk the earth#journey into mystery#journey into mystery 104#marvel#marvel comics#stan lee#jack kirby#chic stone#sam rosen#loki#good chair#manspreading#throne#comic#comics#comic book#comic books#comic panel#comic panels
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MASTERLIST #2
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What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)
Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)
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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗
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Every month of 2023!
I was tagged by my lovely @smileytharn, thanks Z 💕
I don't have anything for January cause i only created this sideblog in February 🤭
February
Most Popular: Kiyoi’s outfits, My Beautiful Man 2, ep.1
Personal Fave: Jim x Wen, Moonlight Chicken
Mars
Most Popular: cute casual kisses Jim x Wen, Moonlight Chicken
Personal Fave: smiley Jeff Satur, loml
April
Most Popular: Jeff Satur playing guitar
Personal Fave: Tarlos and their soft touches and soft kisses
May
Most Popular: shirtless Force from A Boss and a Babe
Personal Fave: Man Trisanu smiling
June
Most Popular: another set of Man Trisanu smiling
Personal Fave: Jeff Satur - GQ Thailand
July
Most Popular & Personal Fave: PayuRain, Wedding Plan, ep. 1
August
Most Popular: Alex Clairemont Diaz, Red White and Royal Blue
Personal Fave: LomNuea, Wedding Plan, licking and hair grabbing
September
Most Popular & Personal Fave: iconic ponytail Payu, Love In The Air
October
Most Popular: heavy breathing Loki
Personal Fave: Jeff Satur, loml with a hoodie i totally want
November
Most Popular: NameSaifah, Dangerous Romance
Personal Fave: We Best Love, Kiseki: Dear To Me parallel & All black manspreading Net Siraphop
December
Most Popular: BabeCharlie kissing in bed, Pit Babe.
Personal Fave: PhayaTharn boxing/fighting scene & PhayaTharn, The Sign & BabeCharlie cute kisses in bed, Pit Babe
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This was fun to do 😊 I liked going back to the begging and watch all my sets 🥰 november and december i couldn't pick just one fave so yeah 🤭 idk who did this already so here we go: @bellepark @sparklyeyedhimbo @ueasking @25shadesoffebruary @markpakin @celestial-sapphicss @khaotunqs @khaotunq @khaotungsfirst @forcebook @my-rose-tinted-glasses @alexshenry (feel free to ignore 😘)
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Veiled Reference (a ficlet)
(Set between Thor and Thor: the Dark World)
"Say, Thooorrrrr...I have a question."
Icy fingers of fear gripped Thor's heart. He had known Darcy long enough to be certain that her tone was an ill omen indeed. Still, he was the Odinson, he would face the peril.
"Yes, friend Darcy? Ask away."
"Okay," she flumped down in the chair across from the couch where Thor had been manspreading. "There's this myth about how to recover Mew-mew from the giants..."
"Mjolnir," he corrected, knowing full well that it would do no good.
"...you had to disguise yourself as Freyja. How did that even work? Loki used magic, right?"
Thor relaxed slightly. Not one of the worst things Darcy could have asked. At least she didn't know about his college years, those had never made it into human mythology. "No, for you see, Jotuns are able to smell magic. It may be their best sense, certainly better than their eyesight. Had Loki englamoured me, they would have known instantly. Any disguise to fool a Jotun must needs be purely mundane. Now, keep in mind that I wore a truly magnificent and elaborate bridal dress as part of my role in this."
"Ah, so almost anyone could have been under all that cloth and fur and whatever. I do remember there was a veil."
"As was traditional, of course. But the one thing it couldn't cover up was the significant height difference."
"Oh, right. Freyja must be a lot..."
"Taller than me," Thor completed the sentence, holding a hand several inches above his head by way of demonstration. "And everyone knew it. Even Jotuns could tell the difference. So my disguise had to account for that. Where Loki found stiletto heels in my size on short notice I will never know, nor do I wish to, but that was an evening of pure hell whenever I had to stand in those fiendish contaptions."
"Preach it."
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Loki all set up to distroy Jotunheim was exactly what he was brought up to do. Up bringing lasted over 1000 years.
This is him losing his control after hearing his mom had died... and obviously after being imprisoned rather wrongfully by an all seeing being whose friend is super all seeing and who should have... well, seen things.
What we see in the series is not Loki.
Ps. Odin threw Thor to Midgård like a piece of trash because Thor a 1500 year old prince didn't obey his father. And because Thor lost a fight against the jotuns, that's pretty much the main reason. Thor being the kings only son (others from myth and comics are forgotten) had a chance to redeem himself. A rather small chance... if it were not for Loki... who is sitting on the throne which gives all seeing eyes to its manspreading sitter. Going off topic, back to Odin's A+ parenting.
Loki isn't in the prison because he attacked New York (he didn't do so... well not with a plan to win at least)... and Jotunheim (what's with this place that all of Odin's kids want to blow it up?!). He would have been executed for disobeying the king who brought him up and for trying to kill himself even though said king had bigger plans for him. Oh and for surviving and getting tortured by other space beings.
Loki's mom saved him from being executed for not behaving like a regal, emotionless machine.
This is not Loki.
Special points for those who spot the only narcissist in this post.
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Who would you say is the true king of manspreading, Doom or Namor?
This is Magneto erasure and I won’t have it :/
Every Marvel guy is competing for the King of Manspreading, so we just have to suffer through artists giving us thot poses until one of them finally wins 😔
My money’s on Namor though...
#namor#namor the sub-mariner#doctor doom#daredevil#black panther#thor#loki#magneto#black bolt#marvel#kings of manspreading#if ya'll have anymore pics to prove your fave is best then add then it on#lol#my ramblings#thanks for asking!#Anonymous
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#loki#my art#mcu#xee stop#i was gonna color this but i’m afraid so 🥴#the sketch was so ugly but the lineart is prettier.. this is rare#tw: food#not to draw him manspreading but thats lit rally the only comfy way to sit on a couch
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Loki, God of Manspreading
The moodboard no one asked for. Because I’m trash
#loki#Loki Laufeyson#loki of asgard#loki fanfiction#loki (marvel)#norse mythology#marvel#avengers#mcu#loki god of manspreading#loki god of mischief
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Road Rage
~3800 words of ler!Loki and ler!Thor tickle fluff
I wanted to write something a bit more lighthearted, and @just-another-blog-of-fluff ’s recent fic A Man of His Word made me crave some more Thor and Loki team-ups.
Perhaps @atlas-of-the-universe ’s next fic will also help alleviate some of this craving? 😉
CW: None. Completely SFW.
THUD.
“That was definitely a rabbit.”
“You think she's gonna swerve and kill us all for a rabbit?”
”She swerved for a pothole a mile back, she’ll swerve for a rabbit.”
“You really believe this thing hitting a tree can kill a god, I mean-“
”Can you all PLEASE STOP?!” You yelled from the drivers’ seat, attempting to quiet a carful of unnecessarily strong men who’d been getting on your last nerve for the last hour.
”You seem tense, can I drive?” Steve leaned forwards from his seat squished in the middle of the back seat. Squished between Thor and Loki, that is. It probably would have been a nice gesture for you to take that seat considering you'd fit into it much better that Steve, but it had been a long day. You were already on edge, frustrated from the mission, and you weren't in a giving mood.
“We take turns,” you explained in a tense but measure voice, even though he already knew. “Your turn is next, then it’s Bucky’s, then it’s mine, then you again-“
”Hold on, hold on,” Thor interrupted in his deep rumbling voice. “Why do I not get a turn?”
You shot him a sarcastic look in the rearview mirror. “We'll add you to the rotation after you complete driver's ed.”
“I can pilot a spacecraft quite well,” Thor countered, then turned to mutter at the window. “And I’ve never hit a rabbit.”
“Oh. My…“ You seethed as your knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. “Hey,” you said calmly to everyone but Bucky - because the metal-armed man had been blissfully silent. “Let’s play the quiet game. My money’s on Bucky, AKA: the least annoying one of the carload.”
“Including you?” Bucky quipped. Traitor.
You grunted, “I take it back.” Then, you had a question for him. “Is this our fuel point?”
He shook his head and punched at the GPS. "Another twenty two miles."
You didn't realise twenty two miles could be so far.
You were sure, you were positive, that they were trying to bug you. The number of times Loki “accidentally” kicked your seat, or Thor commented on your driving vs his piloting, or Steve laughed at his jokes, or Bucky giving you side-eye whenever your knuckles gripped the wheel tighter. You could hardly wait to jump out of the car and remove the fuel canister from the lockbox, filling the jeep’s tank with every last drop.
However, when you opened the driver’s side door you saw Steve sitting in the seat.
“The hell?” You crossed your arms defiantly. He shrugged and grabbed the inside door handle.
“Engine went off. It’s a new ride, and my turn to drive.”
”STE-“
But he closed the door before you could protest. You stood there for a second, fuming, unspeakably frustrated there was a no-fly zone, so you wouldn’t be detected, keeping Thor and Loki firmly on the ground. You pulled open the door behind Steve’s and motioned for Loki to move over.
He raised an eyebrow at you and stepped out of the car, motioning for you to get inside, making it clear he would not be taking the middle seat. After a hard glare, you conceded that it was only fair for the smallest person to take that seat. So you climbed inside and buckled your seatbelt, settling in for the rest of the journey wedged between two large demigods.
After several more minutes, you found that Thor and Loki were slowly encroaching on your pace. Not in just an innocent way, based on the amused looks they were shooting each other. You grumbled and shoved Thor's knee with your own. He was trying to be a pain now, it was undeniable.
"I'm already in the smallest seat. You mind not manspreading into me?"
"Calm down, Agent," Loki snipped, but further antagonised you by knocking your knee with his as well.
"Is Loki really the voice of reason back there?" Steve raised an eyebrow at you from the drivers seat.
Loki then gently nudged you with his arm, but in a way that prompted you to look up at him. He raised his eyebrows a little, letting them furrow, asking you, wordlessly, if something was the matter.
"I'm overtired," you huffed. "And in desperate need of some personal space."
"We'll be back in twenty," Bucky said from the passengers seat. That made you groan, which made everyone groan, except for Thor. Thor chuckled, then knocked his knee against yours again.
"Brother," Loki looked over your head at Thor. "Does this not remind you of that time we visited Midgard around the turn of their 18th century?"
Thor gave Loki a curious look, then nodded hesitantly. "What, how we used to steal and race carriages?"
"Mmm, yes, but also those longer journeys."
"Those were awful," Thor scoffed, then nudged you a little. "You should be happy you can control the temperature of air in your vehicles now."
"Is this supposed to make me feel better?" You laughed humourlessly, sitting back and crossing your arms over your chest.
Loki chuckled, then looked at Thor again. "Reminds you a bit of Sif, does she not?"
Thor grinned. "There is the tenacity."
"Sif hated those carriage rides too," Loki looked down to you, but you kept your eyes trained on the road ahead and ignored him, seriously not in the mood to be cheered up by stories of mischief. Loki's eyes snapped up to meet the older Asgardian's. He narrowed them ever so slightly, mischief gleaming as he tilted his head ever so slightly towards your fuming form.
Thor finally caught on when he looked at Loki, copying his younger brother's sly grin. "That she did..." Thor agreed slowly, then also looked down to you. "Sif often got stuck between us."
"Send my condolences," you muttered. Bucky scoffed from the front, shaking his head and looking out the window for any potential threats.
Resting your head back against the seat and closing your eyes, trying to ignore the bumpiness of the road and how much you desperately wanted a hot shower. When Loki’s knee hit your again, you shoved back hard, still with your eyes closed and muttered some kind of insult under your breath.
"Sergeant, Captain," Loki called to the front-seaters. "Would you like us to deal with this grizzly little problem?"
You opened your eyes and scowled, but your heart pounded a little. Did they have one of those Asgardian muzzles? They wouldn't dare... You looked at Loki, who was waiting for an answer. Then you looked at Thor, who was looking at Loki. …Maybe they would dare.
Bucky turned and looked at Loki skeptically, then looked at Thor and saw something in his face that made him shrug and agree. "Be my guest."
"Excellent," Loki sighed, then turned to direct his next words to Steve. "Captain, keep a grip on that wheel. I’m terribly sorry for the noise."
Before you could think to imagine what they were going to do, the brothers shot their hands out and each latched onto a leg, squeezing harshly and wildly. You let out a loud surprised scream that caused Steve to flinch but not swerve, and immediately fell into frantic laughter.
"WA-W-WAHAIT!" You pushed at their hands to no avail, kicking your feet against the seats in front of them and throwing your back against the seat as twenty fingers mercilessly squeezed at the horribly sensitive muscle above your knees. "NO!" You squeaked as Thor picked up his pace. Loki, noticing, couldn't let Thor do a better job than him, so he also picked up his pace.
"That's a much better sound," Steve taunted, stealing a glance at your laughter-stained features through the rear-view.
"STOHOP!" You squeaked and they relented, looking at you and then each other.
"Get her hands," Thor nodded.
You gasped. "NO!"
"You get her hands," Loki scoffed. "I'm better at this."
"My hands are bigger," Thor argued.
"I'm the God of Mischief and this is mischief."
Using their bickering as a chance to map an escape route, you planned to quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and fling yourself over the seat into the trunk. Yeah, that should work, it-
"AHH!" You squeaked again when Loki squeezed at your knee with one hand and your hip with another. You pushed at his hands and Loki gave Thor a sarcastic look, like just hold her hands already. You kept pushing at Loki's fingers, giggling desperately before protesting loudly at Thor's grab for your wrists. "N-n-n-no, NO! THOR!" You grunted and struggled as Thor caught one of your wrists in each hand. He pulled them towards his side of the car, forcing you to bend awkwardly sideways and a little forwards.
“Are you less grizzly now, little one?” Thor teased down as he held steadfast to the wrists you were attempting to twist from his grasp.
You squealed and kicked your leg out against Steve’s seat when Loki found a particularly ticklish pressure point next to your hip. You cackled and shook your head in vain as he exploited it to his heart's delight. When he reached his hand around and searched for the same spot on the other side you thought you might scream again.
"Remove her armour," Thor suggested. Loki paused his torture to reach down to undo the velcro from your bulletproof vest.
"NO!"
"No."
That second no came from Steve. Thank the gods for the Star Spangled Man. "We're still in active combat until we arrive back to base," Steve said firmly. "Her vest stays on."
"Ohthankgoodness," you breathed out a sigh of relief. Loki smirked and re-stuck the patch he'd already removed.
"No matter," he winked at you. "Another time."
You growled at him and tugged on your wrists in Thor's hold, prompting him to assess the situation.
"Guhuys," you whined. "I'm sorry. I'll stop complaining, just dohon't tickle me."
”Aw,“ Thor fake pouted before a grin pulled at one side of his mouth. “But you’re finally laughing. This must be getting you into a better mood.” Thor moved both of your wrists to one of his hands before sticking his wiggling fingers under one of your arms.
"NooOHO THOR!" You squeaked and immediately started squirming and emitting high-pitched giggles. "B-Bucky, HEHELP!" You whimpered, then jolted again when Loki's fingers started kneading at the spot on your side where your vest began. "BUCKY!" You thrashed as both brothers picked up their pace, chuckling down at your helpless writhing form partially draped over Thor's lap. "BUCKYHY!" You screamed once more.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he deadpanned from the passenger seat. "I thought we were playing the quiet game."
"SCREHEW YOUHOU!" You growled, giggles now becoming laughter.
"Still so volatile," Loki teased, then looked up at his smirking brother. "Brother, perhaps we're not trying hard enough to cheer up our grouchy little agent."
"Perhaps not, Loki."
Thor took both of your wrists again in his hands and used them to twist your fighting body to be facing more upwards. At the same time, Loki gripped your hips, digging his thumbs in once to see you jolt, grappling with your struggling and the seatbelt to twist you in your seat. You kicked your legs at him but he pulled his own to his chest before swooping them down to trap yours underneath. As hard as you fought, you were now on your back with your feet trapped between Loki's shins and underside of the seat, arms pulled above where your head and shoulders rest on Thor's lap.
"Guhuys," you whimpered, now a little nervous. "Please, d-don't," you pleaded, letting your bottom lip tremble ever so slightly.
"How much further, Sergeant?" Loki smirked, looking at your fear with his hands still on your hips.
"Fifteen minutes," Bucky replied. Damn him, you could hear the amusement in his voice.
Loki leered down with a devilish grin. "Let's see if we can cheer you up before then, hmm? If not, we may need to take this vest off the second we pull in."
"N-no!" You pulled on your arms. Fifteen minutes? There's no way... No. Steve and Bucky wouldn't let that happen. "No. You can't," you grimaced as Loki's fingers rested on the couple inches of fabric between your pants and your vest.
Loki's smirk became a grin, dripping with triumph. "Who's going to stop us?"
Damn him, he was right; Steve and Bucky certainly wouldn’t stop this. Not only because you’d been a grouchy pain, but also because they were probably relieved the brothers were getting along, working as a team, even if it was for nefarious purposes.
His fingers ghosted over your shirt around the soft skin on your lower belly and it tickled so bad. You tried to keep it in, screwing your face up and closing your eyes as you pressed your head harder into Thor's leg. He added only the slightest bit more pressure, but increased his speed. Once he finally got a squeak from your lips, he settled his speedy fingers at the patches of skin just above your hips. You spluttered and then loud desperate giggles broke through.
"Hmm, most effective," Thor commented, moving both your wrists to one hand as before. Your eyes shot open to silently plead with him, but his fingers were already down the inside of the armhole on one side of your vest, poking at any ribs he could reach.
"OHOMYG-" You shook violently once before the soft sensation from Loki's fingers brought giggles from your lips once more. He hadn't moved his damn hands and it was driving you mad.
"Well that wasn't from me," Loki scoffed and finally retracted his hands, watching as Thor pressed into that same rib again. You jolted again and shrieked a small laugh, twisting violently away from the touch. Thor and Loki both laughed and then looked at each other.
"Perhaps it's best to wait," Thor suggested. "It seems our feisty little friend's most sensitive areas are concealed."
"Perhaps..." Loki pondered, then nodded. "Very well, once we're back."
"W-what?" You lifted your head as Loki moved his shins to release yours. Thor let your wrists go and you immediately sat up, head whipping back and forth as you twisted to sit straight in your seat, still waiting for the other shoe to drop and for them to continue. "You're kidding..."
"No, we'll wait," Thor looked down to you with a smile. A smile too mischievous for who was supposed to be the hero brother. You looked to Loki, who had his eyes trained ahead and a smarmy wide smile on his lips.
"No!" You said indignantly. "Just get it over with!" You shoved at both their legs, now wishing you hadn't internally complained about fifteen minutes when you'd be protected by your vest the whole time. You also wished you hadn't complained at all out loud once on this journey.
They simply both laughed, a little snarky, and Thor patted your leg condescendingly. You winced and put your head in your hands to stop them all from seeing how flustered you were, and how hot it was making your face. Leaning forwards to rest your elbows on your knees, you sat like that for a good long while. Almost long enough to make Thor reconsider, almost long enough to make Loki burst into laughter.
"This gate here."
Bucky's direction to Steve to turn into the long driveway made your heart race. You suppressed a squeak and the urge to look up, not wanting to see how far you were from your doom.
Even though your fingers covered your closed eyes, it was noticeable when the car entered the large garage. The car stopped and everyone unbuckled their seatbelts, so you finally removed your hands and did the same, not once daring to look up at anyone. A few chuckles from the front seat told you you'd not be receiving any help from the super soldiers you'd growled at. They made a few taunting comments about how quiet the rest of the car ride had been.
They exited the car, and you prepared to do the same and maybe have a brief chance at running before you got pinned to the floor and tickled to death. But Thor and Loki didn't open their doors. They simply looked straight ahead as Steve and Bucky picked up their bags, then shut the front doors after themselves.
You sat in silence between the Asgardians for several long seconds, wondering if it was better to try and escape forwards or backwards. Some part of you knew the second you flinched that they'd be on you, which is probably why you stayed still for so long.
Nearing ten seconds of tense silence, Loki finally turned and ripped a velcro tab open on your vest.
You bit your tongue but didn't react.
Thor follow suit.
You, still, didn't react, rooted to your spot trying to frantically come up with a plan.
Maybe a swift fist to the nether-regions would buy you enough time. For what, though? To rile them up even further?
You swallowed hard and grimaced as Loki slowly, agonisingly, tauntingly ripped another tab open. There were only three on each side, then one on each shoulder. After Thor followed suit, preferring to rip them open quickly, you were halfway to your demise.
"Not fighting back?" Loki chuckled deviously. "Wise."
You didn't react one bit, just too resigned from knowing how deathly ticklish your ribs were. You couldn’t recall a time you’d been tickled for more than a couple of seconds, maybe ten at most? The mere idea of being trapped by two impossible-to-escape demigods with alien strength was very flustering to say the least.
The shoulder tabs being ripped off either side brought you out from your thoughts and right back into the present where the brothers were removing your bulletproof vest and throwing the pieces to the ground.
You three sat again in silence for a few seconds. The second Thor closed his grip around one of your wrists, you started to fight. Hard. Bending your knees and pressing your feet into the edge of the seat, you flung yourself forward and twisted your arm to break free of his grasp, trying to catapult yourself between the two front seats. You did actually manage to break free, but Loki had leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist before you could make a true break for it.
"There she is," he growled a laugh at seeing his fiery teammate return. He pulled you back onto his lap and brought his hands higher to rest on your ribs as you tried to pry them off.
"No fair," Thor fake pouted. "You get all the fun?"
"Perhaps I’ll give you a turn, brother," Loki chuckled right next to your ear. You scowled and kicked at Thor as hard as you could, knowing he could take it, but trying to communicate that you weren't going down without a fight.
He grabbed your ankles and raised an eyebrow at you. "Making suggestions, little one?" Thor's laughter boomed as he lifted the leg furthest from you and trapped your ankles between his thighs. Your eyes widened and you struggled a little harder when you felt his fingers tap on the bottom of your boot, declaring his intent to attack.
"Any last words, darling?" Loki's whisper made you shiver, but you wouldn't dignify them with a response. Hell no, they wouldn't get the privilege of hearing you beg one more time. So instead of answering, you pushed at his hands once more. He scoffed, "Alright," then lightly scratched all ten fingers at the sides and front of your lower ribs.
"PPFFTMMM!" You gave a squealing whine as you tried to keep your mouth shut, eyes shutting as your back arched against Loki's touch.
"Oho, I'm barely touching you," Loki leered down, but you couldn't see him with your head resting on his chest just below his shoulder. "Is it really that bad, or are you being a bit dramatic, dear?"
A suddenly single dig with all ten fingers pulled a small scream from your lips. Your whole body flinched hard as the men laughed at you. You pulled at your ankles as you felt Thor working your boots off, then started giggling frantically as Loki added a bit more pressure to his touch. Your hands pushed at his to no avail as he moved his fingers higher, unfazed by your writhing in his arms. Thor got one boot off and tested the waters by dusting his fingers against the sole of your foot. A small squeak came out, and your laughter got a bit louder as Loki added even more pressure. The tug on your leg told them that your noise wasn't just because of Loki.
Loki paused as Thor continued, and your laughter became breathy giggles. The sensation on your foot wasn't yet too bad.
"Brother, I won't know if I've found that wretched spot if I can't tell what's making her squirm," Loki sighed. Thor gave him a look and held his hands up in surrender. You breathed in relief. Short-lived relief when Loki's fingers dug in harder than before in search of the spot from earlier.
His fingers vibrated harshly against your ribcage, sending you into loud squealing laughter and a violent search for freedom. Then, suddenly, unfortunately, his mirror-imaged fingers found that particular spot high up your ribs. It was just below your armpit, but deceptively far back.
Your eyes shot open and you screeched when Loki's fingers dug in, your back arched against him and you twisted as hard as you could, beating your fists down onto his sides beneath you as screaming laughter erupted in the wake of your screech.
Both of their jaws went slack at your reaction, taken aback at how sensitive a mere few seconds of harsh poking could be. Loki had paused his movement, but your struggles told them it was bad enough to have residual impacts.
Loki looked at Thor and muttered, "I almost feel bad, brother..."
You breathed heavily and collapsed limply into Loki, closing your eyes once again before struggling against his hold. You, still, refused to speak.
"No matter," Loki piped up again, his moment of guilt completely gone. "You may continue, now that I’ve found it." His fingers sprang into action digging into that wretched spot, pinching and prodding deep into the back of the rib as you thrashed in his hold and laughed louder than you could ever remember laughing in your life. You tried in vain to wriggle away as he picked up his pace, chuckling amusedly in your ear as your laughter turned to desperate squeals.
Thor’s fingers lightly scratched at your soles as Loki continued digging in harshly and the combination of the touches drove you absolute hysterics; there was too much to focus on and no way to think about blocking any of it out.
Soon your squeals turned silent too as tears of mirth spilled down your cheeks and you lost all the strength to really fight back, weakly batting at Loki’s arms.
“M-mersss-mercy,” you gasped out, coughing as more silent squeals tried to make themselves known. Thor relented with a boisterous laugh at your reactions, pulling your ankles from his hold and letting them fall to the car floor. Loki also stopped, but didn’t let you go. You gasped for air, residual giggles bubbling from your lips as you half-heartedly tried to escape him. Thor grinned and leaned forward, pinching your rosy cheeks.
“There’s that smile,“ he winked. Loki tilted his head to see it and then released his arms from around you. You took in more air, but didn’t make a move to move yourself from him. You were thoroughly exhausted. Thor laughed again and looked at his younger brother, “Perhaps a bit much for a mortal, Loki.”
“I’m f-fine,” you whispered, still trying to fully fill your lungs. “Tohotally good,” you hiccoughed, giving a weak thumbs up. No way in hell would you utter one more complaint.
Loki squeezed your shoulders affectionately and you all exited the car. When your feet touched down you stumbled a bit, knees still weak from the attack, your faltering stance sending you barrelling into Loki. He made a noise of surprise and managed to stabilise you so you wouldn’t fall, then looked over at Thor as you blushed and stood to your feet. They both laughed heartily, which made you smile and roll your eyes.
It was nice to see them getting along, even it if was at your expense.
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Watching the rest of That Thor Film again as a) I am possibly writing an AU from this film for Sifki Week and b) I am doing my nails. And we've got Odin having his nap, and Loki and Frigga looking Concerned and having a wee moment where he asks her "why did he lie?" and EXCUSE ME didn't she lie too? Even if it was all Odin's idea she still went along with it, didn't she?
What I assume has happened is that nobody making this film cares a single iota about Frigga and they can't be arsed letting her have any responsibility here because (like most movies) it wants the characters to have Daddy Issues but obviously nobody cares about mothers so let's just not mention her role in the backstory fuck-ups. Or, possibly, the writer(s) didn't even think of that.
So neither of these characters seems to even be aware of the VAST CORPUS OF LIES that should be affecting their relationship in some way. WTF is this shit?
#thor (2011)#she has no agency at all in the MCU does she?#she's only there to be thor and loki's mum and then that's the only trait she's allowed to have#but she has to be a *nice* mum who never did anything wrong because we need another fucking film about Daddy Issues#oh good we have hardly any of those! more please!#also - tangentially - tumblr has greatly improved the Loki On The Throne drama by pointing out his slutty manspreading#so thanks for that (i think)#anyway i have nails to paint thanks for your time
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Y/N: stop manspreading, daddy
Y/N: i mean dumbass. fucking autocorrect.
Loki: ...this is a verbal conversation
#incorrect quotes#loki incorrect quotes#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel#incorrect marvel quotes
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wip wednesday but its thursday
fate has a funny sense of humour as of late.
funny like, there's-an-excommunicated-norse-god-lighting-candles-at-your-coffee-table kind of funny.
for asgardian royalty, he seems to have taken well to earth’s manspreading epidemic. the cocky attitude, too — all man, no prince. in fact, the spontaneous flames that appear at the flourish of his hand are the only tip-off of his extraterrestrial heritage. you choose to ignore them. if it walks like a man and talks like a man, you’ll address it as such.
“alright, cut the crap.”
there’s no malice in his reactive frown, just a condescending sort of charm that makes you want to punch his teeth out. “pardon me?”
“you seriously expect me to believe you’re giving people closure about their stupid mortal lives out of the goodness of your own heart?”
his eyes glaze over with something indecipherable; a springtime green that matches his character none.
“despite what you may think, villainy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
or,
loki is (maybe) a scamming prick, and you’re less than thrilled with his presence in your family home: a series of blurbs
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The Dark Team (part 13)
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Warnings: creepy man, hungover (alcohol mentions), abduction mentions.
Chirping birds woke you up as the light hit your face. It was a slightly sunny morning, you could see. A cold one, too. Your head ached; yesterday’s wine was stronger than you’d think. You remembered very little, and the hangover weighed on your feet as you tried to stand up. Soon, that weight redistributed up to your head, dizziness almost throwing you back in bed.
With much more effort than before, you got up and walked slowly to the kitchen, glancing around. Last night, a sticky kid fell asleep on the doorframe. You chuckled and decided to not wake him up. Loki was nowhere to be found; must be sleeping in his own room, if he had one by then.
An ibuprofen and some cold water later, you checked the time. It was so early; six in the morning. You decided to get working already; maybe someone on the team was awake. If not, you could at least take things off your to-do list for the day and get time free at noon to play videogames with Peter, or help him with that Lego Stark Tower he has been trying to build for almost two weeks now. A nice walk in the park to get some fresh air until some coffee shop opened; that’s what you needed.
The streets were emptier than you’d imagine, and then you realized it was saturday. Peeping in, a coffee shop next block was already opening, and people were lining up to get in. You made sure to have brought money and a laptop with you, and as you reached your pockets you realized you had your suit on, under normal clothes. Well, at least I’m prepared for anything now. Even a sunday morning in a lovely coffee shop, you thought, laughing to yourself. If Tony saw you like this, he’d recall that word he says you inherited from him. Paranoid. But no, Stark, I’m just hungover. Good to know your first instinct once you get up off bed is to suit up. Tony'd be proud. And a little disappointed, too.
You got a table far from the window, wall behind your back making sure nobody could eye your laptop. Once you were settled in and your coffee was getting cold, you started working. You were so glad you were out of the public eye, so you could afford yourself all of these outside activities. Sounded stupid, but if you were to have dinner with Sam, or Steve, or Thor, you’d have to also deal with paparazzis all night long. Actually, in dining out with Thor, paparazzis would be the least of your problems.
“Hey”, greeted Bucky from the other line. “It’s so early, what are you doing up?”.
“Buck, it’s already ten”.
“Oh”, he said, and you heard a sliding curtain by his side. “Oh, there it is. Sunlight”.
“Why are your times all twisted?”.
“We stayed up until five”.
“Doing what?”.
“Let’s say the mini bar was not so mini”.
“Oh my God”, you laughed, and checked for your work on the laptop. “At this point, I think the only one who didn’t get drunk last night is Spidey. Ah. Listen, I’ve arranged today’s plan, and it has to go right or else you can get abducted again. And we don’t want that, okay?”.
“I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do now. Didn’t we already get the stick?”.
“That’s the point, there’s more… you know, bottles hanging around” you lowered your voice. The coffee shop was almost empty, but just in case, you kept it under your breath. “That’s why you gotta get into Hydra’s last base again. Do not go alone”.
You instructed Bucky and then he tried his best to put you on speaker to the rest of the team, but failed. None of them could actually figure out how to do it; Steve was even less familiar with cell phones, and Thor… well, not even elaborating on him. The only Asgardian who seemed familiar enough with Midgard’s technologies was sleeping soundly on the compound. You had to explain the plan thoroughly another two times individually, and then finally hung up and got to work, sending them coordinates and turning off Hydra’s hacked security cameras.
Once they were already in, you had not much more to do. At least for a few hours, they’d be completely submerged in there, and your help wasn’t needed anymore. You still planned for some outcomes and didn’t even notice the man standing in front of you.
“Excus…”.
“OH... my God”, you gasped, taking yourself off your hyper focused state. The man chuckled. His teeth, yellow, seemed like he didn’t know anything about dental hygiene. His clothes were perfectly cleaned, though, in a tidy office-type suit; but his hair was hidden by a peaked cap that barely let you see his eye expressions. Very weird looking. Hard to read. Just now unemployed? Dressed like that to get attention? You frowned and closed all tabs, opening a fake account of email and some cheap online magazine. “What do you need?”.
“Can I sit here?”.
“No”.
He smiled weirdly and manspreaded in the chair you told him not to sit in. You sighed and rolled your eyes.
“What are you doing?”, he asked.
You ignore him and keep pretending to read your mails, eyeing how many people were in there too. It was getting fuller than before. If he wanted to steal your laptop he’d have to do it in front of all of these people, and cross the whole coffee shop. He wasn’t planning on stealing. You made a security copy of all the files anyways.
“You have pretty eyes”.
You ignored him again, but now understood his intentions. God, people could be so shameless sometimes. You literally told him to go away. You’ll repeat it, just in case he would actually listen this time.
“Go away”.
He chuckled and stayed in place.
“I just want to talk, sweetie”.
“Sure. I’m not interested”.
“You have a boyfriend?”.
“I have a very strong fist”.
He got closer, leaning on the table, and lowering his voice said “You’re working on the supersoldiers mission, yes?”.
You froze. Suddenly, the creepy man was a bigger threat than you’d anticipated. Your hand hovered over the gun in your pocket, holding strong eye contact with him.
“Who are you?”.
“What do you have in your pocket?”, he teased.
“Wanna find out?”, you threatened.
Looking over his shoulder, an all-too-familiar fifteen year old hid behind a pile of coffee cups from the bar counter, holding his breath to not laugh. You sighed and broke the tension.
“Funny. Very funny. I almost shoot you, you know”.
“That’s not a very good instinct”.
“Not an instinct, I truly wanted to shoot you”.
“You sure were, pancake”, he said as he transformed back into himself, still in those ugly clothes covering half his face. As he looked down to himself, he frowned and changed his clothes to an Asgardian armor. “But your mortal bullets would be no more than a caress to my skin”.
“Let’s give it a try, shall we?”, you cocked your gun, joking. He laughed, and Peter got increasingly nervous as you played with your toys in a public and safe place, surrounded by civilians. “Don’t worry, Pete, it’s fake”.
Peter sighed in relief as you clarified and put it back in your pocket, and Loki smirked, knowing perfectly well you just lied.
“Why don’t we get something to drink, too, mr. Loki?”.
“Yeah, whatever you want, kid”.
“Not a kid”.
“Apologies. Actually, can you order it? I’m afraid Midgardians don’t usually take kindly to my presence”, he asked. Peter nodded.
“I do, mr. Loki”.
"What?".
"Take it kindky".
Loki smiled and raised his eyebrows, a bit confused. Muttered an “I’m glad” and instructed him to get an americano, while you packed your laptop in the backpack.
"How's the incognito working out for you in your shiny armor?"
"Better than before. At least now I'm comfortable while getting the same bad looks I always get anyways".
"Shapeshifter can't manage to hide, how ironic", you said, giving him one of the new earbuds, with an attachable mic. "Since you have good strategy plans and you sort of know what you're doing, work with me".
"I thought we were already working together. You know, in this stupid thing called The Dark...".
"Yeah", you interrupted him, rolling your eyes once again. "From behind the scenes, I mean. This is so you can listen to whatever my earbud hears. Don't bite your tongue if you have any inputs, I'm running out of solutions".
Your phone rang again as you were getting up.
“Yes?”.
“It’s all gone to trash, y/n. We need a new plan, I can’t find Buck anywhere. What’s your backup?”, rushed Steve’s voice. It sounded like it was from a public service phone, and the static didn’t let you hear Steve’s surroundings. Loki looked at the floor, concentrating. He didn't find anything either, and was too far away to read his mind.
“Wait. What do you mean you can’t find him? You were supposed to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t get kidnapped again”, you said, opening your laptop again and looking for Bucky’s location. He didn’t have it on him.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant with ‘it’s all gone to trash’”.
“Okay, don’t freak out. Where are you?”.
“Hydra’s last base, top of the buil…”.
“Hold up, I have another incoming call”. You put him on hold and see who’s calling. It was Bucky, this time. You sigh out of relief. Peter watched you two concerned while approaching you with two coffee cups. You gestured to him to not talk, and Loki had started to type things in your computer. “Buck, where are you? What happened?”.
On the other side of the line, you didn’t get a specific answer. You heard muffled noises that you still couldn’t quite figure out what they meant, and more than one person behind the phone.
“Buck, you there?”, you asked once again. Bucky’s voice filled the silence with a heartrending scream of agony. You almost dropped your phone, and your heart beated to the speed of light. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. They have him. “Buck!”.
“Three hours”, called someone, probably one of the Hydra butchers. “You have three hours”.
“Three hours for what?!”, you tried to hold them on the line while tracing the call. It was from a specific coordinate, nobody could get there unless they teleported. Luckily, you had the perfect person for the job. Loki looked at you quizzically.
"Do we not have better people on it? Can't Stark go?".
You returned to Steve’s call, while thinking about some other alternative than taking you three there (including Peter). “They have Bucky. Location’s very far away from where we all are, so you try to get out of there and go to Asgard with Thor; they’ll try to kidnap you too, and Hydra’s resources are global. No, don’t argue, you screw up, now you do exactly as I say”.
“Do you think they’re the same that hijacked the ship on the first part of the mission?”, asked Loki once you cut the call.
“They might. We have to go get him, there's no other way. The rest of the team comes back tomorrow and they can't leave”.
“No, I have to go”, said Loki. “But I’m supposed to stay with you two and make sure you’re not endangered, and I’m sure if I leave you here all alone, you’ll try to come by your own means”.
“Which means”, you added, “if you take us with you, you can make sure we don’t endanger ourselves”.
“This is a terrible idea”.
“But the only one so far”, you convinced him. “Pete, feeling like going on a dangerous mission?”.
“Hell yeah!”, he said eagerly. Loki was not very fond of his enthusiasm.
“I can do this”, you assured him. “Do you trust me?”.
“Yes”. He didn’t hesitate. “But I don’t trust them. You two will stay behind me facing the danger, alright? Nothing of wanting to play heroes”.
“Got it. Let’s suit up, fellas. Bucky’s waiting”.
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sooooo..... imagine having to social isolate/quarantine away from loki so you're just seeing eachother through glass windows or something?? and like once you do see eachother you have to tell him to keep his distance and he would be so grumpy
a quick fluffy quarantine piece cause i have to start practicing writing faster…
i’ll be answering the asks in my inbox soon, i’m sorry, i’m not ignoring you!
warnings: covid-19 mentions? but not really, just quarantine. mischief and kisses.
“You’re just gonna sit there? Really?”
Loki nods, one firm jerk of his head. “You better believe it.”
Heaving a sigh, you lob a book at his chest and it goes right through him. On the futon to your left, another Loki appears, arms still crossed tight over his chest, brow furrowed, slumped into the widest manspread you’ve ever seen.
That’s the fourth Loki in the room, now. One on the couch, one on the counter next to the fridge, one perched atop the stack of books that started this whole ordeal. This one makes four, all scowling at you.
“I’m not changing my mind,” you tell him, ignoring each one of him as you bustle about, picking up papers and righting the throw pillows on the couch.
“You are impossibly stubborn,” he replies.
“Thank you.”
“You’d make a lovely queen,” the third Loki says, “but let’s not dwell on that right now.”
“Particularly evil, too,” another adds. “You know I love that dress.”
Of course you do, but he’d been being such a pain with this whole “reduced touching,” social distancing thing that you couldn’t help but hit him where it hurts.
Quarantine hit your newlywed household hard, dumping the two of you out of the honeymoon phase and directly into learning how the other operates when left entirely to their own devices.
Loki, it turns out, reads. And writes. And draws. And, around evening time, must cook or bake something or else he’ll be miserable.
Oh, and the last thing: he moves from one thing to the next so quickly, he forgets to pick any of it up when he finishes, leaving the most intellectually chaotic mess atop every surface in the house.
Stacks of books have taken up residence as your new nightstands, coffee tables, and catch-alls, and most of them have a plate with half a scone sitting on their covers, or a coffee cup with one last sip at the bottom, or a cup of tea gone two days cold and leaving a beige ring on his copy of Skáldskaparmál.
You’d had enough. Granted, you weren’t doing the greatest with the quarantine yourself, but the both of you can’t be messy in this new home. One is enough.
“Well,” you huff, and walk right through the Loki in the doorway to the kitchen, “enjoy the view. That’s all you’re getting.”
His pout reaches a new level of pathetic.
It’s one of both of your favorite dresses, the kind of dress that gives you the motivational kick you need to walk with your head held high, the kind that makes you feel unstoppable, like you can accomplish anything in the world.
So when you woke up today, decided today would be the day you tackle the house, you knew you needed to pull out the dress. Plus it would be some good leverage with the pouty prince…
“You’re being unreasonable,” the pouty prince announces. You give him a hearty scoff, eyebrows lifting as you start dismantling one of the book towers by the end of the couch.
“Am I, now?”
“Yes. I’m a god, I can’t get sick.” One of the Lokis hops off the counter and trails after you. “I am the furthest from being at risk of this virus, I think we’re safe enough to kiss—”
“How do we know that?”
“I’m literally a god. Ask Thor, he’ll tell you.”
You almost turn around and kiss him just to shut him up, but catch yourself just in time, resolving to purse your lips at him instead. “That’s not what I mean. I know you’re a god or whatever. I just don’t want to take the chance of either of us getting sick anyways.”
“That,” he says, and the clone steps towards you, “is a risk I’m willing to take.”
He takes your face in his hands, his weirdly warm, seidr-made hands, and leans in to kiss you deeply. You let him, eyes rolling with a sigh and eyebrow quirked as the foggy apparatus of your husband tries to kiss you with the same fervor as if it were really him.
It’s close, definitely close—but it’s still just slightly off. Too warm, too tingly against your lips; he leaves behind a bit of a buzz, and not necessarily the pleasant kind. More along the lines of electricity, an electric shock and static in the air.
“Good enough.” You pat the clone’s cheek and your hand goes through him again, fingertips right through his frown. “Satisfied?”
“Satisfaction is not in my nature,” the real Loki replies, his frown deeper as he stares at the two of you. “Though we do make an attractive couple, I have to admit.”
“Damn right,” you grin, tossing him a wink before turning back to the book stack. There’s a Loki in every direction, watching you, pouting, all desperate to touch you and the original one is chewing his lip.
That can’t be good.
“All of you pick a stack,” you order, waving a hand at the library that exploded in your living room. “You can’t all just stand here and gawk. You’ve got to sort these out, Lokes, it’s getting out of hand.”
The four of them do as you say, grumbling the whole way and throwing you dirty looks. The real Loki plops himself on the floor in front of one of the bookshelves and starts rifling through an array of papers, occasionally crumpling one into a ball and tossing it at you.
And a few seconds later, another one boinks you on the head.
Then another.
“Loki!”
“Hm?”
“Stop it.” You give him your most threatening glare, adding another book to the midgardian must-read pile. “Stop thinking about it, you’ll get used to this.”
“I don’t want to get used to this,” he replies with a huff and rips a piece of paper in two. “I miss you.”
“It’s been barely four days.”
He closes his eyes with a sigh and flops back onto the floor, throwing a dramatic arm over his face. “That’s already far too long.”
“It’s for our own good! Just until we’ve flattened the curve, okay?”
His elbow lifts and one eye cracks open; with a sly smile like that, you know what he’s thinking before he’s even said it.
“Darling, none of the curves I’m interested in have any business being flattened.”
You spin and lunge at him.
He shrieks, but your reaching hands go right through him and instead of landing on him like you’d hoped, you faceplant on the floor, no Loki in sight.
Besides the other three laughing at you from behind, of course.
“I hate you,” you mutter, picking yourself back up and tossing a paper ball at the Loki leaning by the tv. He catches it, and you make a mental note that that’s the real one. “Face me yourself, coward.”
“Oh, those are fighting words,” all three of him grin.
Fighting, huh?
“Fighting” with Loki takes a different kind of intellect. You can’t just hide his stuff or fill his hairdryer with baby powder, petty pranks don’t work on him. You have to hit him were it hurts. And be three steps ahead.
Lucky for you, there’s three Lokis conveniently in the room.
“I need you,” you start slowly, working your way towards the Loki on the left.
The duplicate swallows hard, watching you sidle up closer to him than you have been in the past four days. You can feel the other two Lokis burning gazes on the back of your head, especially when you run your hand up the faded, glowing god’s warm chest.
“Yeah,” he mumbles, leaning into you, “I need you, too.”
“I need you,” you tell him again, your voice dropping to a low purr, “to go clean up the mess you left on my desk.”
A moment of hesitation crosses the clone’s face—then he mutters a “yes, ma’am” and trudges off to the office.
“What’s your play here, love?” Loki asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
You just give him a sickly sweet smile—one that sends his heart pounding, much to his dismay—and sashay your way to the other clone, the one on the right, sitting on the sofa. “Getting you to cooperate.”
This clone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap before you can get handsy with him, but you don’t mind. It’s too easy—you can literally make Loki jealous of himself.
“And what should I have you do?”
“Anything,” the Loki answers earnestly.
“I’m wondering if we should remodel completely,” you muse, stroking a hand through his hair. “That wall could go. Then we can make that entire wall a built in bookshelf. What do you think, sweetheart?”
“Wonderful idea. I love it.” He nods a bit too enthusiastically. “And I think the kitchen needs new cupboards and countertops, everything’s too dark and closed off in here. I prefer open concept, don’t you?”
“Ooh, you’re a sweet one.” Glancing up at the fuming Loki you left by the tv, you give him another grin. “You get a kiss, for that. Can I keep you?”
Real Loki narrows his eyes and bares his teeth, bringing a laugh from your throat as you take Loki’s face in your hands and press your lips to his, ready for the familiar shock and warm buzz of his seidr on your skin.
Instead, he’s solid. Very, very solid. And a little cold, impossibly soft, and his hands don’t have that mystical warmth of a clone when they run down the curve of your back, pulling you closer into him as he kisses you as well as he possibly can.
Wait.
“Loki…”
“Mm,” he replies, and a hand slips behind your neck to keep you in place.
“You little shit—”
He just kisses you harder, muffling his laughter with your lips and pulling you flush against him.
The Loki by the tv fades into nothing with a wave of his hand.
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Marvel Kings on their Thrones
Namor the King of Atlantis (AKA the King of Ablantis for his killer abs)
Magneto the King of Mutants (AKA the King of Bad Parenting: retcon be damned)
Loki King of Tricks and Lies (AKA King of annoying the crap out of Thor)
Doctor Doom King of Latveria (AKA King of Unnecessary Drama and Wine Drinking)
Black Bolt King of the Inhumans (AKA The Silent King... he doesnt say much.)
Thor King of Beautiful Flowing Golden Hair (AKA God of Thunder)
Odin King of Asgard (AKA King of Really Bad Parenting. I mean really bad.)
Black Panther King of Wakanda (AKA King of the Dead and Storm’s Exhusband)
Thanos King of Evil (AKA That freaking douchebag who never gets out of his space chair unless its to kill and murder people and planets)
Mister Sinister King of Creepy Weirdos Everywhere (AKA Dude is just freaky)
This started as a collection of Namor pictures when I noticed just how many panels there were of kings sitting down with the their legs wide open. (Manspreading much guys?)
I personally favor Doom. Guy always has a drink in his hand.
Runner up is Namor of course.
Tag your favorite King.
#Doom first#Namor Second#namor the sub-mariner#doctor doom#magento#black panther#black bolt#mister sinister#odin#thor#loki#thanos#marvel#comic panels#manspreading#kings#sea king#drama king#funny
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