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#*in Loki's voice* TELL MEEEEE
anundyingfidelity · 5 months
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me at 4 am writing cleon/brother day fanfics again
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since foundation fandom is not giving me the fics then i will give them 🗣️🗣️
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aurorawest · 3 years
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GUYS LOKI SPOKE LATIN HE SPOKE FUCKING LATIN AHHHHH AND HE DID THE CORRECT PRONUNCIATION
This is like one of my favorite random head canons (I mean obvs he can speak any language because of Allspeak but the fact that they had him actually speak Latin in the show is killllllling meeeee). Check it out:
The Real Asgardians of the Galaxy:
When Strange had gotten wind of this, he’d said, “Learning new things—definitely your MO.” When Loki had looked at him questioningly—because his Allspeak had failed him on that, Strange had said. “Modus operandi? Latin?” But Loki had shrugged. Strange had disappeared for a few minutes without a word, which was unusual for him.
When he reappeared in the study, he dropped several books on the end table next to Loki. “Latin,” he’d repeated. “I learned it for pre-med. Enjoy.”
Afterimage:
“Yeah,” Strange said. “That’s when you enjoy someone’s company. You also care about their wellbeing. Ergo—”
“Latin,” Loki murmured.
A grin flickered over Strange’s face. “Ergo, I genuinely want to help you. If you decide to come back to Earth.”
and
There was a frustrated look on Strange’s face. “You’re the one with the spaceship. I hate to tell you this, but the New York DMV doesn’t cover spaceships in driver’s ed—and anyway, my license is expired. You maybe want to explain what the big deal is? A few minutes ago you were telling me about all these great things I’ve done for you, and now you’re cursing me out in Asgardian.”
“English, Latin, Kree, and Xandarian, as well, if you must know,” Loki shot back.
Life on Earth:
With a grin, Strange said, “Just luck, Odinson.” Luck. Right. Loki rolled his eyes. “Also,” Strange added, “I hate to ruin the mystique, but we happen to have run into each other in two major cities that are also home to Sanctums.”
“Shouldn’t that be Sanc-ta?” Loki asked.
Looking like he was trying not to laugh, Strange said, “Guess you haven’t forgotten that Latin yet.”
It was impossible to keep a smile from twitching at his own mouth. Loki didn’t deny his affinity for languages.
The General Mess and Imprecision of Feeling:
“Mm,” Loki said distractedly, paging through the book, his eyes scanning the words. It was a field guide to the native flowers of Asgard. The sort of thing he never would have touched before Ragnarok, but which now seemed more precious than all the gold in all the Realms.
“That’s the best one,” Strange said. There was a note in his voice that Loki couldn’t quite read. “But there are a couple more that look like they came from Asgard—one about Alfheim, and a few from Earth that I just thought might pique your interest. Oh, and Catullus. So you can practice your Latin.”
And a mention of it in a ‘deleted scene’ from Sleight of Hand:
There’s another person in the universe who understands dying more than once and improbably surviving. He’s 6’2, from another planet, generally considered to be a Norse god, and is currently sitting in the Sanctum’s kitchen with a cup of tea and a book. It’s Wheelock’s Latin; Stephen can identify it even from a distance, and Loki Odinson, God of Mischief, is reading it, his nose wrinkled delicately, his eyes flicking back and forth, his lips occasionally parting to mouth a word or a phrase. One lock of his hair loose and falling over his face, his long fingers marking his spot on the page, his tunic loose enough that the neckline gaps in the front so that Stephen can see the graceful line of his bare shoulder and chest before it fades into the shadows under his clothing.
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