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#loki aesthetic #lokius

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Brie Larson as Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel The Marvels (2023) dir. Nia DaCosta

#carol danvers #captain marvel

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At the first call to attack, Loki gritted his teeth, his instincts wanting to bark orders. He watched the result, inwardly pleading for their impulsiveness to succeed and for the being to be more bark than bite.

As if he were ever going to be that fortunate. The thing burst through and Vers gave the order to attack.

"No!" Loki yelled, unheeded.

And then came the wave of energy. He felt it ripple through the ship, felt the sudden release of pressure from his arms as his guards howled and keeled over. If only he could take the time to embrace the satisfaction of them all lying there, including the Accuser. He looked at her and then stepped toward the front of the bridge, picking his way past the writhing Kree.

Loki stared back at the creature whose voice boomed in his head. He was afraid, but there was no point in showing it, not with what he had to protect.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

The creature continued to struggle against reality, the edges uncoiling further as the monster demanded entry. Vers heard Loki’s words, but she refused to listen. She wouldn’t bend an ear to a god who’d hardly proved himself useful. There was undoubtedly already talk about why she hadn’t severed his head from his body.

“Our systems have been updated,” spoke an ensign, “firing courses are laid in, Accuser.”

She glared at Loki, burying that little voice that was caution and tempting her to listen to him.

“Fire,” she commanded as her furious gaze lingered on the god, before looking out the viewing pane.

Kree warheads were nothing to scoff at. Capable of untold destruction, they’d been a key factor in victories as the finite space of their universe shrank due to the anomaly fields. There was no reason to doubt their prowess, and with half a dozen now flying towards the unknown enemy – Vers suspected the monster would be short-lived.

If the intruder had any sort of shielding, it didn’t stop the attack. The missiles reached their mark and detonated, tearing into craft. Turquoise fire gave way to red, and then cascading orange energy erupted as a tentacle was blasted off and sent adrift. Every explosion forced the thing backwards, near completely out of their reality.

The command deck was silent as everyone held their breath. Vers watched with intense fascination. 

It was right as she decided to release a sigh of relief that the monster lurched back to life. It crashed back through the hole, tearing fully into their reality in the process. Its tentacles curled back, revealing an armoured core that bloomed like a rose, petals shifting to uncover a seething orange centre.

Vers chose fury over fear.

“Destroy it!” She ordered.

Every targeting screen lit up upon her command, specialists hurrying to comply. But before they could; the technological monster released an orange pulse that cascaded across the distance and passed through the ship, unleashing chaos.

Everyone on the bridge collapsed, a horrific shriek resonating inside their heads. Vers dropped her universal weapon and fell to her knees. Desperate, she covered her ears, trying to drown out a noise that seemed to be coming from everywhere. She saw things she didn’t understand, flashes of a life she didn’t know on an alien world. Then of Hala, with a darkened sun and—

She managed to open her eyes and catch a glimpse of the prisoner. Loki stood unaffected.

Inside his skull, a deep, quaking voice rose out of the proverbial black, tone thunderous and old.

“Loki…”

#just Loki asking the Babylon 5 fundamental questions #t: the accuser #v45 #paragonrising #l: god of stories

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I am starting a small story

1602 AU

The next page is already on my Patreon ❤️‍🔥

#frostiron #lokisinner

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Loki in What if... the Avengers Assembled in 1602? 2.08

#*still snickering at the frostiron subtext* #what if loki #loki aesthetic #1602 loki

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The full truth isn't something that Loki is willing to admit, not if it means giving up any semblance of remaining dignity. It's important to him not to come across as pathetic or unimpressive. There are still plenty of other layers of truth he can use, the practical and logical ones. 

"I have no particular desire to be thrown into the dungeons of Asgard, bored out of my mind and judged by my people. Doing nothing useful will not improve my situation. I like to have a purpose, and I'd rather see you all reach your greatest potential than watch you die embarrassingly when the Titan finally decides to make his move."

His foot taps impatiently on the metal floor as Tony listens to the other's words, scrutinizing every single thing that the Norse God says as he tries to read between the lines for anything that doesn't ring true. The inventor lets out a deep exhale as he swiftly turns around to grab a chair, flipping it around to sit backwards on it so he can fold his arms onto the head rest and carefully study the God of Mischief.

"And you'd just be willing to help us with all of that out of the goodness of your heart?" Sarcasm laces his inquiry like venom as it's clear his statement is meant to challenge what Loki is saying, the god has to know that there is no way in hell he'd buy that, at least not without a catch. "What are you after? Come on, what's your angle here?"

#t: interests aligned #v84 #ironifiicd #l: god of mischief

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Incorrect Loki Quotes [192/?]

#wheeze #Sylki #silly

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BAFTA Tea Party 2024

#loki's glamour #sylvie's glamour #sylki

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Loki's breath hitches as she settles upon him, his desire for her still as strong as it had been. He would fear this to be a trick to claim his power for herself if it weren't that he'd watched her and felt her wants. Even so, it's nerve-wracking to experience it in person, with her wanting him to know.

"It's like enchantment, but more," he explains. "It's giving life to time, to story. All of these realities, in some way, as real as they are, they are fiction. We aren't good or evil, we live for the telling of tales, so it makes some warped sense that we should be gods of story, that we alone can do something like this. My magic infuses the multiverse for as long as it needs it."

Carefully, his hands release the branches. They are connected anyway and secure in place. One hand rests on her hip. The other takes hold of the hand at his cheek and brings it across to one of the timeline threads. He focuses and lets her see two glittering spirit creatures dancing within a nebula; a party on a festival planet; and a sunset that had never been seen by anyone but them. "There are things that make this choice worth it."

His subtle change comforts her - as if he hasn’t lost himself in all the loneliness - and Sylvie falls back into that normal, consistent space of fond amusement with the grin she displays. She can’t care about being watched by him, not now, not when the multiverse is literally at their fingertips and he looks so excited to share.

“Not really,” she huffs, but gives his hands a squeeze and decides to climb up and sit across his lap, taking the liberty of making herself comfortable since she hasn’t ever been able to do this before.

“There. And I meant show me-“ Sylvie insists, gliding a glowing palm down his cheek. “-Wait-“ Her breath pauses and she reaches to touch his woven cape and his cheek again, and her gaze snaps back to his.

“You feel the same. The branches, and you…” She feels it— the same seidr, the same consciousness, the same mental imprint across the branches as the one she’s sitting on. He’s truly a part of it, or it is of him, and that’s… It feels magnificent and terrifying. And thrilling. And… Like it’s welcoming her.

#t: gods of yggdrasil #v38 #kissedbymischief #l: god of stories

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{for her, aka V50, Loki}

“Do you celebrate birthdays? Or things like it? Or have you had so many that it doesn’t matter anymore?” Cordelia blushes. “If you’d be up for it, I’d like to know a day when I can celebrate how super cool and rad you are, Loki.”

"'Rad'. I think I missed out on that adjective. We used to celebrate each decade rather than an annual birthday, but once it became prevalent enough on Midgard Thor started insisting we all had them yearly as an excuse for a feast or adventure. The Midgardian equivalent of my birthday would be 20th June."

#cordeliabarton #v50 #l: god of mischief

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ew

#hngh #loki aesthetic

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The Costumes of the Marvel Cinematic Universe: Loki Laufeyson (2011 - 2023)

Featuring costume design by Alexandra Byrne (Thor, The Avengers), Wendy Partridge (Thor: The Dark World), Mayes C. Rubeo (Thor: Ragnarok), Judianna Makovsky (Avengers: Endgame), and Christine Wada (Loki).

#Loki #loki aesthetic

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It felt good to be understood, even if neither of them could truly yet realise what each other had been through. He listened to her, quietly pained by their difference in lifespan. It didn't matter in some respects, because he had died once with no guarantee of return, not the way he was now, but whilst he knew he was exhausted with the struggles of the past years that tiredness would not last. He was a young god who would regain his chaos and energy. Best to put it to use here, helping better their new home, which meant Earth, not just the farm.

Regret touched his expression when she mentioned Coulson. Not so much that he had defended himself, but that he had been so vicious to her friend. There was more of an ache still when she spoke of his fall. Had she thought when he mentioned loss that it had been of memories? I remember it. I remember their machines and their tests. I remember the lies I told to prove my worth. What I did to survive. He didn't want to tell her, just as he did not expect her to detail all she had done as Ronin. Neither did he want to tell her how he had almost destroyed Jotunheim and Earth in one day. Thor had surely explained as much and she would know full well his actions in New Mexico.

Another tear dripped down his cheek.

"You don't need my forgiveness for anything, but you have it as well."

“It’s not easy,” she whispered. “T’trust y’self after all of what’s happened. To you. To me. To everyone we love and have loved. Hell, to the whole of everything.”

Cordelia leaned her head onto his shoulder and looked out past the fence on the property line. Wafting in the wind was a wheat field ready for harvest. She tried in vain to come up with something she could say that would truly sooth them both, but could think of nothing. So instead, she spoke her thoughts aloud.

“But we can try. It’s not much but maybe it’ll be enough. Plus I dunno about you,” the driest of chuckles was let out. “but I’m too tired and too old to fight anymore. If I get ache and pains, I want it to be because I built something I can be proud of.”

Even if it was just a barn in the middle of nowhere, Iowa.

Sitting up straight once more, she made sure to turn herself so they were sitting directly across from one another. “There will be times when I get mad at you, Loki. Somethin’ tells me you know how much those people on the helicarrier and Age—-” No, he was more than that. “Phil meant to me. He pulled me out of a circle of hell on earth.” Despite her flush cheeks and quivering voice, she kept going. “But there’s so much both of us don’t know about after you fell and before you got to Earth. S’I will be mad at times, but I’ve walked in that same lonely space, where you just want to see everything burn.” Cordelia took one of his hands and placed it on her heart. “So hear me when I say this: I forgive you.”

#t: don't fence me in #v50 #cordeliabarton #l: god of mischief

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// Out today and I have some work to do in the eve. If I don't get to some drafts tonight there'll hopefully be some tomorrow. Stay safe loves xxx

#outofillusions #Pirate waffles

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Amendments (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark Rating: T (Teen) Word Count: 15,827 (total so far) Warnings: None Summary:  When Tony is about to make the ultimate sacrifice, a man who is supposed to be dead saves his life. The future is unwritten and it just got complicated.

READ IT ON AO3 HERE

Whatever was going on in Happy’s earpiece drew him back toward the press hall. Amid the distractions, Tony heard a beckoning hiss behind him. He turned to see Loki standing in front of one of his orange doors, offering a hand.

“Stark, come with me.”

“I can’t. I gotta go explain to everyone, including your brother, why you were dancing on my balcony.”

“No one will know you’re gone. I’ll bring you back exactly at the time you left.”

“Tony, don’t even think about it.” Rhodey had caught on.

He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. But there was always that little rebellious soul in him, and when Doctor Loki offered you time and space...

#reblobbing to my rp account for more scope :D #fanfiction

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Lokius cognominatus est deus inscitiae orationis et unus pessimus in toto multiverso vestitus

"Faciem griseo, mendax es."

#Loki answers anons #l: god of stories

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Babysitting on the battlefield. AKA the duo we deserved.

#loki aesthetic #peter parker #HONESTLY WE SHOULD HAVE HAD THIS IN IW/EG