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thehmn · 7 months
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It has become more widely known that jotun men from Norse mythology can give birth and generally people immediately jump to “That has to mean they’re trans men!” but one of the first things we’re told about jotuns is that they’re intersex in a fantastical way where they have both penis and vagina because they are creatures of chaos. Well, some of them.
The first jotun Ymir had both and mated with himself (the text literally say he had both) to create the jotun race. Then there’s King Godmundr who gave birth to nine wolf pups by his wizard werewolf boyfriend, which of course highlights that sometimes jotuns birth animals or monsters, the most famous instance being Angrboða giving birth to Hela, Fenrir and Jörmungandr by Loki.
But it also seems like not all jotun men can give birth naturally, Loki being one of them. Every time he gave birth he had to transform himself into a female form via magic. Most famously he was a mare when he gave birth to Sleipnir, but Odin also tells us Loki has taken the form of a human woman many times so he could sleep with men (and get pregnant) which suggests Loki likes sleeping with men but prefers to do it in the form of a woman (Loki then says Odin has done the same so he has no right to judge). Godmundr for example is called out for “being a man acting like a woman” because he likes to bottom so much but still in his male/intersex form.
And the stories are pretty clear on wether someone is a man, a man transformed into a woman, or a trans person. In one story we’re told Freyr’s house is filled with “men dressed and behaving like women”. Also the fact that Loki use his mother’s name as his last name could mean a million things. Maybe it’s because she was an Æsir goddess so he’d get more respect from the Æsir by taking her name. Maybe his mother was actually his father Fárbauti who gave birth to him. And maybe Loki isn’t intersex because he’s only half jotun.
It’s all just fun speculation but if jotuns were turned into a high fantasy race like elves and dwarves the mythology provides a ton of interesting implications about jotun biology.
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lokisgoodgirl · 8 months
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Asgard's Greatest Lover [Brodinsons]
Part of the Brother Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: An offhand comment leads to a salty trip down memory lane. (w/c 1.4k) Warnings: Squabbling. D*ck measuring contests to fluff. Implied smut references.
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“Loki, she’s looking over-” Despite best efforts to ignore it, the meaty elbow jostling the god’s ribs made him wince. “Loki, look, in the stand yonder. She’s looking, Loki- look” Thor boomed excitedly, bouncing in his seat. “Will you desist?” Loki spat, hissing under his breath.
He could feel blood warming his cheeks, the volume of Thor's attempt at subtlety making him wish a portal would swallow him whole. He shouldn't have come. He didn't even like tennis. And yet, as always, here he was. With his public embarrassment of a brother. Loki grimaced as Thor began to point.
“But look hence...she noticed you! Perhaps she wishes to bid us good day.” He began to raise his arm, the start of a floppy wave which would likely be seen from space. “Wave, Loki- look, brother, see-!” Loki’s hand shot out, forcing the over-excited gesture down. “She’s wondering if you have utterly lost control of your faculties, brother;” Loki snarled, trying his best to look menacing. “As am I.”
Thor chortled, straightening a muscle vest which was three sizes too small. “Oh, Loki. You never have been very good at this sort of thing,” he sighed, letting his enthused gaze roam up and down the pristine grass court as Stark Industries friends and family took their seats. “It truly is a boon that you have one such as I to guide you in this romantic endeavour.” Loki raised his brows. He knew he shouldn’t take the bait. Especially in public. Especially today. But it was just too tempting.
“Whatever could you mean, brother?” he crooned, giving his most stoic side-eye with a tilt of his chin. He felt Thor bristle, telltale nervous fingering of blonde strands behind his ear letting Loki know the warning pitch of his voice had hit as intended.
“Well, Loki, it’s no secret that your love life has been fraught with unfortunate malaise where seduction is concerned,” “Unfortunate?” Loki said coldly, “I wouldn’t call a reputation as Asgard’s greatest lover unfortunate.”
Thor spluttered, shaking his head with sanctimonious laughter. “Ah, my little brother. I do admire the unshakeable esteem with which you hold your delusions.”
The dark brother’s grip tightened on the bleacher bench. “And I suppose you believe that title belongs to you, does it?” he sneered through gritted teeth. Poison flecked the words, dripping from his tongue like venom from a fang. Thor’s eyes narrowed. “I have the relic which proves it,” he shrugged.
“The one our mother gave you in solace when Jane left?” Loki snarled, “Pathetic. I doubt she even knew what it truly meant, just echoed your boorish claims thinking it was based in chivalry,” he paused. “At least, I hope that was her intent.” They stared at each other in pregnant silence.
“It matters not that mother gifted me said ceramic receptacle,” Thor said through gritted teeth. “What matters is, that my legend reaches far beyond the bifrost to bedchambers across nine realms, brother.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Whereas yours is rather more contained to the palace servant quarters.” “That was one instance,” Loki spat, “and she was the most comely chambermaid we’d ever had.” “I’m sure,” Thor huffed, rolling his eyes. He brought one fist in front of Loki’s face, flexing an ostentatious bulge of bicep. “I was too busy giving the princess of Nilfheim a shudder of my very special thunder to notice.” He smirked, delivering a slow wink to punctuate his prowess. “She was never the same afterwards, you know.” Loki stared open mouthed, before he burst into raucous laughter.
From across the court, Steve immediately stood with a snap; hands on his hips with the most uptight death glare Loki had ever seen. “This is tennis,” Steve squawked. “For gosh’s sakes, have some respect.”
Through tears of mirth, Loki saw you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a giggle. She recognises that Rogers is ridiculous, he thought. Good. That’s good.
Regaining his composure, Loki straightened. He smoothed his hair behind his ears, picking up the gauntlet his brother had carelessly cast down.
“Never the same. Quite.” he mused thoughtfully, collecting himself. “I can believe that your relentless dry-thrusting, lack of imagination and moans which sound suspiciously like the name of your talisman would scar her for life, yes.” “Leave Mjölnir out of this,” Thor snapped. Loki smirked, eyes wandering casually to where you sat. “The rumours are true then. Interesting.” he murmured slyly. Thor crossed and re-crossed his legs, the bleacher creaking beneath his weight. “She was perfectly satisfied,” the blonde grumbled, shifting his feet. Loki snorted. “Brother, you could not satisfy a woman if the key to unlocking her pleasure was written in parchment and propped upon her belly.” Thor stared, blankly. “Ah, yes – I forgot. A woman’s pleasure is not your forte is it,” Loki sneered, casting a quick glance towards his brother’s reddening face. “From what I heard, your attempts have been tragic at worst and laughable at best-” “Loki,” Thor warned, glancing anxiously at the people filling the seats behind them. But Loki continued, un-phased.
“Did you truly think you were to rub it with your chin?” He let out a harsh ooo, before sucking the air between his teeth.
“Those unfortunate women,” he drawled with feigned solemnity. “They didn’t want to hurt your feelings. ‘Asgard’s greatest lover’...please.” Thor tried to speak then thought better of it. Loki felt the glee begin to rise in his chest as he tasted victory in the air. “I felt moved for her when she hobbled from your chambers, poor thing. What did she cite for her impromptu departure, I wonder? Headache, was it?” He looked at his brother. The glazed look of bamboozled betrayal in his eyes told Loki that he was in fact, correct.
“Thankfully, I had just run a rather luxurious bath for myself which the lady found most soothing to aid her discomfort,” Loki purred, throwing his scarlet-faced sibling a knowing glance. “She was very grateful for my healing hands. And other anatomical attentions.”
Thor stared with slack-jawed disbelief.
The dark-haired god flicked his keen gaze towards you again. He let his eyes track up the skin of your bare calf, glinting in the afternoon sun. Supple, he pondered; thanking the Norns for the light breeze which rustled your skirt. On cue, you sipped from a large water bottle. Loki smirked.
“I was not aware that I was now a figure of such...ridicule. How times have changed.” Loki frowned as his moment of voyeurism was disturbed by Thor’s quiet mewl. With a sigh of resignation he swivelled, their knees touching. He reached for his brother’s hand, lowering his chin with sincerity in his eyes.
“Brother, that is not so” Loki said softly, “you have always been a figure of ridicule.”
Thor let out a shaky laugh, nodding. “I can always count on you to cheer me, brother” he said, patting Loki’s hand. Loki nodded once in acknowledgement. “Perhaps the next time you think yourself above me in the art of seduction, you will remember this conversation.”
“One can hope,” Thor chirped.
Loki rolled his eyes, retracting his hand. Polite clapping erupted as the first of the day’s players walked onto the court, waving at the crowds. He could feel Rogers suspicious stare burning into him from the other side of the grass, but he paid it no mind. “You truly think the odds are in my favour, brother?” Loki murmured thoughtfully, nodding subtly in your direction.
The two of them craned to catch a glimpse, the figure of his affections now half-obscured by a sea of lesser bodies. Your demure facial expression gave nothing away, but a pat on the shoulder from Natasha soon made you break into a dazzling smile. How she is not a goddess, I shall never know, Loki pondered; feeling his heart melt into his stomach and transform to a sea of butterflies. The redhead nudged her chin upwards, urging you to look up where the two gods stood. Staring. “Gods,” Loki hissed regretfully, continuing to clap like a fool. There was nothing else to be done. The boorishness of his brother had once again drawn the wrong kind of attention. But try as he might, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Perhaps she has some magic of her own, he mused.
Thor’s elbow jostled against his ribs, “I told you, Loki” he chortled, “god of chaos or not, I would say that the odds are most definitely in your favour where your lady is concerned.” “Truly?” Loki breathed, his heart beating faster as you gave him a small, bashful wave. “Truly,” Thor said, giving his brother’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.
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zeriphi · 4 months
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A troubling discovery...
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thirsty4villains · 11 months
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Cool Heat
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Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...
Rating: Explicit (smut in future chapters)
Warnings/Tags: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SMUT, and 1 chapter will have some dubcon, Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers (because my brain is perpetually stuck in 2012 Tumblr era), sleep sex, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, more tags to be added
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CHAPTER 1
“Has anyone seen Loki lately?” Steve asked one Saturday afternoon. Tony Stark, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, and you were all hanging around the lounge area in the penthouse of Stark Tower when Steve had walked in and posed the question.
You still couldn’t believe that you were The Avengers’ assistant and that you regularly spent time with them in Stark Tower. You started as an intern for S.H.I.E.L.D. back as a senior in high school years ago and now, here you were, filling out reports and helping the Avengers out in any way you can.
“Don’t tell me you’re complaining about it,” Clint responded. “This is the most peaceful it’s been in a while.”
He laid his head back and slumped deeper into the couch.
“You’re not worried, are you, Cap?” Tony said teasingly.
“About the guy who tried to take over Earth a few years back and now has access to highly confidential S.H.I.E.L.D. secrets? Yeah, I could say I’m a little worried.”
“I think he’s just been in his room all this time,” you piped up. You were busy multitasking eating a sandwich and going over some S.H.I.E.L.D. documentation that Coulson decided to drop on you last minute.
“Yeah, he’s just been kind of keeping to himself,” Bruce said. “Well, except for…”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Except for what?” Natasha asked, turning her head, finally looking up from the magazine she was reading. However, you were fairly certain she was listening the entire time.
“Well, last night. Or the other night, I can’t remember — it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the other night I got hungry and went for a midnight snack, and when I came to the kitchen, Loki was there too. He had the fridge open, but he wasn’t looking for anything. He just had his eyes closed and just… stood in front of the open freezer. It was only for a second and then he noticed I was there, so he shut the fridge and went back to his room.”
“Maybe he was sleepwalking?” You asked.
Bruce shrugged, then shook his head. “I dunno, but also when he saw me he kind of… snarled. I thought I imagined it because I was half awake, but maybe he did.”
“Okay, that is weird,” Tony said, shoveling some chips into his mouth.
“Should we tell Thor about this?” Steve asked.
“And say what?” Tony asked. “Hey Thor, sorry to bother you while on your vacation with Jane but Loki was standing in the fridge and he kinda growled at Bruce. Is he evil again? Please advise.”
Steve crossed his arms. “I just think someone should check on him at the very least. When is the last time anyone has seen him, aside from Bruce?”
The room fell quiet as the cogs in people’s brains turned.
“Monday,” Natasha said.
“Monday, yeah,” Clint said.
“Sunday, I think,” Tony offered.
“Monday for me too,” you said.
“Ok, Sunday or Monday. Today’s Saturday. That means no one has seen him in almost a week, except for Bruce the other night. Something must not be right.”
“So… Who’s gonna check on him? Not gonna be me,” Tony said. “I’m not gonna piss him off.”
The room was silent again.
“Oh come on, really. No one?” Steve asked.
“Why not you?” Natasha rebutted.
“Because I’m fairly certain he likes me the least. He’ll probably just slam the door in my face.”
“Oh my god, okay, here.” Tony roused from his chair and went to the kitchen, pulling out a box of toothpicks from a drawer.
He proceeded to snap them, throwing tiny bits of toothpick into the garbage can.
“Come on, all of you. We’re drawing straws. Everyone get up and pick one.”
Each person moved to grab a toothpick from Tony. As you took yours, you hoped to God that you wouldn’t get the short stick.
You’d been working alongside the Avengers for 6 months – a little time after Loki joined. In that time, you’d gotten to know each person well. Some you were closer with than others, but overall you got along with everybody. Loki, however, was a different story. Most days you weren’t sure if he tolerated or hated you; other days, on the rare occasion, he treated you very kindly and joked with you. On any given day you couldn’t be certain what kind of attitude he would have. At this point you decided he was just a reformed asshole, and usually kept your distance.
Your last interaction with Loki on Monday was curt. You attempted to make small talk with him about his weekend, but many of his answers were one-worded, so the conversation wasn’t really a dialogue. He seemed agitated, but not more than usual. Maybe he was feeling depressed and that’s why he’s been holing himself up in his room?
It was time to show the toothpicks off. Everyone outstretched their hands and revealed theirs. You all compared sizes and, lo and behold, of course you had the short stick.
“Oh, great,” you said, blowing a puff of air out of your mouth.
“Thank god it wasn’t me,” Natasha said.
“Or me,” Clint responded.
“Phew,” said Bruce, deliberately avoiding eye contact with you.
“Alright, alright, I get it,” you said. “I’ll go figure it out. If he kills me, you’re all to blame and Tony’s paying for my funeral.”
You tossed your tiny toothpick into the trash and went to the elevator, hitting the ‘10’ button, the floor where most bedrooms were. At the end of the hall on the left side was Loki’s. In all the time you worked for the Avengers, you’d never gone to his room, not even knocked on his door. Loki was very private about his space and you respected that.
You brought up a fist, but hesitated, like a force prevented you from knocking on the door. Almost no one ever bothered him while he was in his room, and you were just a lowly human compared to superheroes and literal gods. The last thing you needed was a god’s ire directed at you.
Hopefully you could just knock on the door and find out he snuck out for the afternoon, and avoid an interaction altogether.
Knock knock.
Silence. You waited.
Knock knock knock.
You waited some more.
“Loki?” You asked. “I’m here to —“
“Here to what, mortal? Antagonize me?” Loki said from behind the door. His interruption startled you.
“We haven’t seen you in days, we just want to make sure you’re okay.”
The god swung open the door violently. You took a step back, alarmed by the sudden interaction. Loki’s face was deeply perturbed, and blue.
Blue!
And not just his face: his neck, his ears, his hands. His entire body was a deep blue. What’s more was that his eyes were entirely ruby red, whites and all. If you didn’t know him you would have gone running back down the hall. It was quite a terrifying sight to see, like a demon just opened the door. And yet, there was something about this appearance that beguiled you.
“I am alive,” he said. “Happy? Now leave me in peace.”
“Loki… what happened to you?”
He groaned. “It is the business of no one here. You will tell no one. Not Iron Man, not the Captain, none of them. You hear me? Make up a lie if they must know.”
“Loki, if you’re sick I want to help. Or did some magic you cast go wrong? I’ll tell them a lie, just tell me if there’s anything I can do.”
For a brief moment, his look of irritation and anger softened.
“I don’t think you can. But it was no magic, and I do not believe that I am sick.”
“Then why are you blue?”
He was quiet, then gave a long, drawn out sigh.
You expected to come here and get a door slammed in your face. Instead, Loki began explaining to you a part of him you never knew. Loki wasn’t Asgardian, he was something called Jotun, and he didn’t know about this for a millennia. He explained the Jotuns to you, then went on to say Odin kept his parentage a secret from him as a way to protect a peace treaty between the Asgardians and the Jotun. But what’s worse is that Odin also brought Thor and Loki up believing that Jotuns are barbaric murderers.
It was quite the info dump you weren’t prepared to hear.
Loki continued: “Despite my… monstrous heritage, there is still much I don’t know about that aspect of myself. A few days ago I began to feel ill; faint and light-headed, so I laid down on my bed. When I woke up, I no longer had my Asgardian appearance but my Jotun one, and I have been unable to change back since.”
“Are you weaker in this form? And are you positive this isn’t some kind of disease?” you asked.
“I am fairly certain, and all of my capabilities are at their fullest. However, I have been feeling agitated, angry, and frankly just on edge. It’s becoming worse by the day. I’ve confined myself to my room for the safety of myself and others, but I’m afraid that this… affliction is not going to cure itself on its own.”
“Maybe Tony can help? Or Bruce?”
Loki chuckled sardonically. “How would they? I have little knowledge of Jotun biology, what help could they possibly offer?
“Maybe…”
“Enough chatter, woman!” he exclaimed, making you jump. “I will find a solution on my own. Your concern has been noted. Leave me now, would you kindly?”
He shut the door in your face. You retreated back to the lounge in the penthouse. When you arrived, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at you.
“Well?” asked Steve.
“He’s alive,” you said. “And very grumpy, I would advise not to bother him. He told me he has some sort of Asgardian illness and it should go away soon.”
“That settles that. Great work,” said Tony. “I’m going to my lab now if anyone needs me.”
“I have some stuff to look over, so I’ll be going home for the day,” you said. “Ring me if you need me.”
When you got home to your apartment, you did do some work poring over your S.H.I.E.L.D. files like you said, but more of your time was spent wondering about Loki. You couldn’t stop thinking about how his true heritage was kept from him for a thousand years. It didn’t excuse what he did in New York but it sure did explain a lot. You were aware of his jealousy toward Thor, but the pieces connected a little more firmly now regarding his angry and irritable nature.
The other thing that you couldn’t expel from your mind were those ruby red eyes surrounded by sapphire skin. They were piercing, and sometimes when you blinked you could swear that you saw them flash in your retinas. They were frightening yet alluring. It was a shame he seemed to hate his true form so much – not that his usual one was ugly by any means.
Although Loki said to leave him be, you felt dreadfully sorry for him, on both accounts of his history and his current predicament. If he didn’t speak up soon, you would check on him again.
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Giant. Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Art by Adam Adamowicz
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allosaurusfragilis · 3 months
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A woman with an ax stands next to a sleigh, burdened with a felled fir tree draped in a tarp with an image of the Swedish flag. A large deer with an impressive set of antlers is hitched to the sleigh.
Both deer and woman seemed to be transfixed on something in the distance. That thing is a horned giant, standing in a shadowed valley, returning their gaze. The giant has a long grey beard and a magnificent moustache, of which I can guarantee you he is very proud.
He is covered in the hides of many an animal, sewn into a rough tunic and trousers and boots. The giant carries an enormous pine tree in his left hand. It is large enough for Rockefeller square. His eyes eyes are a reflective silver and are supposed to be a bit eerie, but the artist admits they may just appear silly. A flock of ravens is flying around the giant's back, with some ravens resting on his broad shoulders and horns.
The text reads "God Jul", which is Swedish for "Merry Christmas".
I love you, and hope so much that you can spend today with someone you love, and with someone who loves you!
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midnottart · 1 year
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❄️ The Matriarch • Angrboða, mother of monsters and mate of Loki
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poeticnorth · 7 months
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Ymir doesn't get enough attention imo, so here's a little something I wrote for him
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greenfogg · 22 days
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I did a fun little design a jotun Loki but I got lost motivation and had more pressing stuff to get to so enjoy this peak instead. Bon appetite
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lelliefant · 1 year
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Here’s my theory on Loki’s “death” in The Dark World.
1. First, it’s not possible to create an illusion directly involving another person without their cooperation.
When Loki created the illusion that he’d cut off Thor’s arm, Thor was playing along. It was part of their plan to fool the Dark Elves, and it worked because Thor wasn’t lifting Mjolnir with that hand, or throwing it, or doing something else that would break the illusion or show it to be false.
So, when we see Loki get stabbed through the chest by The Cursed baddie, he really got stabbed. In the chest. The Cursed would not have collaborated with Loki to fake his death; they were in a real life-and-death struggle to kill each other.
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2. Second, when Loki was dying in Thor’s arms, we saw something we’ve never seen before; his face mottled and turned grey.
We’ve seen a lot of Jotun and Aesir die in the MCU, but none of them underwent this kind of face mottling in their death throes. So, what was this? …
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3. Loki is a sorcerer—the greatest sorcerer of Asgard, according to Kevin Feige.
This is Asgard, where magic is everywhere, and even Thor has some magical powers of his own. The greatest sorcerer of Asgard would be exceptionally powerful indeed.
We still haven’t seen the full extent of MCU Loki’s powers because he’s been deliberately underpowered to fit into the storylines of other characters.
(Now, let’s play along, Lellie) We haven’t seen the full extent of Loki’s powers because, as we learn in the Loki series, he, himself doesn’t know how powerful he is.
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Also, remember, we are dealing with the sly and cagey God of Lies and Mischief. It’s not his way to put all his cards on the table, and he benefits from being underestimated by his enemies.
4. Loki was born a Jotun (Frost Giant).
We’ve seen him use Frost Giant powers (in Thor 1), both freezing Heimdall with the Cask of Ancient Winters and resisting the burning touch of a Jotun warrior.
We’ve seen other Frost Giants use additional powers; most notably, the ability to freeze their limbs so that ice weapons extend from their hands.
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So, what do these points tell us?
Loki really was mortally wounded when the Cursed Dark Elf stabbed him through the chest.
Something strange happened to Loki when he was dying in Thor’s arms; something that flushed all color out of his face.
Loki was capable of using sorcery or some Jotun power to freeze his own body.
Loki, as a Jotun, was capable of surviving having his body frozen.
When you freeze a liquid, it turns to ice. Loki was dying of blood loss, and perhaps cardiac arrest. Since Loki was capable of turning his blood to ice, he stopped the blood loss.
Ice cold is a preservative. That’s why we have refrigerators and freezers. It’s a well known fact that freezing an amputated body part protects it from decay and improves the chances of a successful reattachment.
So, faced with death, Loki deliberately froze himself to save his own life, perhaps anticipating that Thor would have the sense to bring him to an Aesir physician, where his wound could be healed. (But Thor didn’t.)
In the cold of winter, many animals hibernate. Their body temperature drops and they fall asleep. Their heartbeat slows down, so their bodies use very little energy and can survive without food for months.
Suppose Loki went into a hibernative state—not dead, but deeply asleep. Suppose he was able to work magic, even in this state, and was able to slowly knit his wound back together.
Thor left Loki behind as a massive sandstorm approached on the Dark World. Suppose the storm covered Loki’s body in a protective mound of sand, just like a muskrat hibernating in a hole.
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All Loki needed was enough time to heal himself before the Einherjar (Asgardian soldiers) found him and provided the means for him to return to Asgard in disguise.
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Loki didn’t fake his death on the Dark World. He managed to save himself through his own quick wits and sorcery. And Thor was too stupid to realize what Loki was doing and too self-absorbed to think about what could have happened to Loki, rather than assuming Loki had deliberately faked his death.
No wonder Loki didn’t advertise the fact that he’d survived.
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justasecretwriter · 2 years
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Secrets (Jotun!Loki x Reader)
Title | Secrets
Summary | Loki has a secret, and it's his biggest, most well kept secret ever. And you've just found out.
Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader (reads like an OC)
Genre | Angst to Smut to Angst to Fluff (happy ending)
Story Warnings/Kinks | Swearing, Internalized Racism, General Racism, Loki Needs Therapy, Lots of Feels, Yelling, Sex, Oral, Handjobs, Choking, Praise
Translations | None.
Author's Note | OMG TWO HUNDRED OF YOU PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ MY STUFF. THANKS.
This is not exactly canon because I made him half elf too, to explain his differences from other Frost Giants.
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Saturdays were my favorite because on Saturdays, the entire team was gone. Tony said they went on some training. I honestly didn't care where they went. All I knew was that it was quiet, and I could do whatever I wanted.
I woke that morning with a smile already bubbling on my face. I had so many plans; I was going to try to bake cookies from scratch, rewatch all the Harry Potter movies, and finally finish a puzzle I'd been working on for weeks. But my heart stopped when I walked into the kitchen and saw a note lying on the counter.
Y/N, as you know Thor's brother is still under eval to be an Avenger, so we couldn't bring him on this training exercise, so if you could, keep an eye on him.
Tony
Great. Just great. Now I couldn't have the whole day alone because I had to babysit. With a groan, I made myself a cup of coffee and went to look for Loki.
If I remembered Thor's teasing right, he got up fairly early so he should have been around here somewhere. I wasn't going to hover but try my best to still get my stuff done, though I figured I should peek in on him occasionally.
When he wasn't in his room, or the library, I wandered down to the gym. Even gods had to work to keep up that kind of body, right? Apparently I was right because when I entered the gym I saw Loki. Or at least, what I think was Loki?
He had Loki’s face and hair but his skin was all a beautiful blue, neither light nor dark, and there were lighter blue lines all over his body, almost like tattoos. He wore workout shorts and did appear to be training; he was throwing daggers at a target and hitting a bullseye everytime before using magic to bring the dagger back.
I couldn’t help the gasp the left my mouth, making him spin around. It was indeed Loki in some form, but the biggest shoker was his eyes. Even the parts that were supposed to be white were a bright red, and his irises were an even darker red.
Horror shot across his face and he slowly started changing, shifting back to the Loki I recognized with pale white skin and green eyes. I realized as he shifted that in the blue form he was maybe half a foot taller as well—as if Loki needed to be any taller.
“Loki?” I knew it was stupid but it was the only thing that came to mind.
He approached me slowly, gulping and playing with his fingers. "I am… sorry." He murmured.
"What was that?"
"Something I did not intend for you to see. I figured everyone was on the training trip, I did not realize…"
"Can we talk about it?"
"No!" He said very quickly. "Let us pretend it never happened."
"Loki, I can't do that."
He huffed and bit the inside of his lip. "Well no one would believe you anyway."
"Who said I was going to tell?"
He seemed taken back by that, and tilted his head. Stepping closer so that we were barely a foot apart, Loki hesitated.
"I am adopted. Thor knows not, and I would prefer it if it stayed that way, hmm?" He arched his brow and instinctively, I nodded.
He left the gym and I realized I was still frozen. What the hell just happened. Loki wasn't Asgardian? Is that what he was saying? And how could Thor not know?
So, I did the only thing I knew to do when in a situation with Loki. I called Thor.
"Hey, so I had a question." I said when he answered. "Do you know of any humanoid species that's blue with red eyes?"
"With weird skin?"
"Yes. I found a picture in an old Norse book but I can't read any of it."
"Well that sounds like a Frost Giant. They are from Jotunheim. Loki killed Laufey, the King, years ago. To the best of my knowledge the nation has been in shambles since."
Why would Loki kill his own king? It was all becoming more confusing but at least now I had a name for it, so I could study more.
"Okay, thanks Thor."
"Anytime Little One. How is Loki, have you seen him?"
"Uhh… He was in the gym earlier but I haven't seen him since." I wasn't sure if that counted as a lie but my face heated up just as quickly as it usually did when I was lying.
"Well, just keep an eye on him. We will be back in the morning."
"See you then," I hung up and took a deep breath.
There was a Frost Giant, from a different realm, who I believed was an enemy of Asgard, just upstairs. How the hell was I supposed to process that information?
I raced to my bedroom and pulled out my computer to search up more about them. Were they dangerous? Did they have powers? Should I be scared of Loki?
Most would say yes by default since he was technically an alien like Thor but I'd never been all that scared of Loki. Maybe it was because he'd never been violent towards me, but he was never frightening in my eyes.
But the more I Googled, the more confused I got. I understand that often mythology got things wrong but there was so many different theories and mythologies on Frost Giants.
After an hour and forty-two groans, I gave up and went to Loki's room down the hall. Knocking vigorously, I only half expected him to answer. Low and behold, he did, and as soon as be saw me, he farted his eyes away.
"We need to talk."
"No, we don't." He replied.
"Yes, we do. Now let me in." I shoved past him and into his room.
Honestly, it looked a little like you'd expect. Lots of green and black, lots of books scattered about, but most of the room was very tidy. I nearly snorted; the bed was made even.
I sat on the bed gently and looked at him expectedly. He sighed heavily and sat a few feet from me.
"You have questions,"
"Obviously."
"Okay, then let's start from the beginning since I don't ever remember even having one conversation with you." He held out his hand. "Hello, my name is Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Jotunheim. I go by Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard."
I shook his hand.
"Prince of Jotunheim? Laufey was your father?"
He nodded.
"You killed your father?"
He shrugged and nodded again.
"Thor doesn't know?"
"Only Odin and Frigga know. It is Asgard's best kept secret, one of their own is their greatest enemy."
"So, you normally look like this…" I waved a hand towards him and he offered a small grin.
"This is my Asgardian form, thanks to my magic. And what you saw earlier was my birth form."
"And why can't Thor know?"
"Thor hates Frost Giants."
I frowned. Surely he wouldn't hate his own brother. But then again, Thor and Loki didn't do a whole lot of getting along, maybe the news of Loki's true heritage would push them over the edge.
"Y/N, this must stay between us. Nobody can know."
I bit my lip.
"Okay," I agreed. "Under one condition,"
His eyes immediately narrowed and he leaned away from me.
"Can I see it again?"
He seemed to be thinking for a minute. "Fine, but you should also know that there are other spells I have to go under while I'm in that form."
"Why?"
"Well, one touch and I could kill you from frostbite. So I go under a spell to prevent accidental death. And in that form, anything I walk near or touch freezes in an instant. And well, I like my bed soft and not frozen."
"Okay."
He hesitated before I saw the transition slowly. First his skin bled blue and then the lines spread on his skin like vines. They looked beautiful, like tattoos almost. He opened his eyes, showing the nearly glowing red that beamed from them.
I looked at his face as I reached my hand towards him, making sure it was okay. He never stopped me. I touched his arm slowly, tracing the lines where they disappeared beneath his shirt.
I saw his hand twitch before he reached behind him and pulled the t-shirt off, throwing it in his pillow.
He was beautiful. Of course he'd always been handsome, I wasn't blind. But this blue, the designs, the abs…
There were two prominent lines that went down his chest and under his pants, and I traced one of those. He felt cool to the touch, but not frostbite cold.
There were more lines on his face that curved and dipped in certain places, but I wasn't sure how he would feel about me actually touching his face.
"I'm actually not a full Frost Giant, at least not according to my blood. I don't exactly look like other Frost Giants, but if you look at my ears…" He turned his head and I smiled, his ears were very pointed, which I knew wasn't natural to his Asgardian form, I would have noticed.
"So you're half Frost Giant and half…?"
"Light Elf, according to my DNA. My father is from Jotunheim and my mother is from Alfheim. It's why I have these ears and why I'm smaller than the other Frost Giants. I'm the result of an affair, which is why Laufey abandoned me, leading Odin to find and adopt me."
I traced the point of his ear lightly, smiling. I went to reach and trace his face too but stopped. Loki didn't seem like the kind who liked to be touched, so maybe I should've stopped.
But then he shocked me; he grabbed my hand and touched his face with it, giving me permission. I bit my lip and ran my thumb along the lines adorning his cheekbones.
"Beautiful," I whispered, blushing.
"Right," He laughed and I tilted my head. "I'm a monster, Y/N."
"No you're not. Look at you, you're beautiful."
I got up on my knees on the bed and crawled closer, putting both my hands on his face to feel more. His red eyes met mine.
"You are not scared?"
"No," I whispered.
He took a deep breath and I let my hands follow the lines down from his face to his neck and onto his chest. When he shifted, I looked up at his face. He looked uncomfortable.
"Too much?"
"No, it's alright." I kept going but he never really quit squirming.
"What's the matter?" I finally asked, sitting back and letting my hands fall.
He sighed, looking away. "I've never shown anyone this form, let alone let them touch it. And at the very least, I expected you to be disgusted and you're not."
"Sorry to disappoint."
He only rolled his eyes.
"Are there lines on your back too?"
"I don't know." He turned away from me and I got on my knees. "I only ever use this form for certain magic practices. It's useful in some situations."
"You do have lines on your back," I murmured, tracing them. "They're beautiful."
An overwhelming urge came over me to kiss one on his shoulder blade and I had to take deep, thought repressing breaths for a few minutes before I could touch him again.
"The really awful part about this? I'm the God of Lies and I always know when someone is lying. There's not even a hint of a lie in you when you say that."
"Well of course not," I replied, tracing one line that went from his shoulder blade and over to his chest. "I like this form of yours."
He shuttered suddenly and my brows shoved together. Frost Giants couldn't get cold, could they?
"Are you alright?"
"Yes." Oh something was definitely wrong; I'd never heard Loki's voice crack before like that.
I went back to the front and looked at his face. His red eyes were swelling with tears.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
He just shook his head, looking away and taking deep breaths.
I put my hand on his chest. "Loki you can trust me."
"I know."
"Then what's the matter?"
He looked back over at me and wavered on some decision I didn't know. But I didn't have time to ask anymore questions before he leaned over and pushed his lips into mine.
I gasped, letting him kiss me, even kissing him back. But I was confused, shouldn't he have been angry with me for not reacting as he'd planned? I wasn't going to stop him though, not when kissing him felt this good.
He pulled back, and I let out an embarrassing whine, chasing his cold lips for more.
"I'm sorry," He gasped out.
"I'm not," I grabbed his hair and tried to kiss him again but he kept backing away from me. I nearly wanted to stomp and pout.
"I-we… shouldn't." He was almost panting and I felt his eyes searching for mine but I couldn't look away from his blue lips. They, like his lines, were a light blue.
"Why not? I want to. I think you want to."
He hesitated, biting his lip, and sighed again. "It can be dangerous… Frost Giants and humans…"
"In what way?"
"Sometimes if a Frost Giant is with someone they actually know or actually care about, a sort of heat kicks in. They can't control themselves and they can't stop until they are satisfied. Humans aren't exactly indestructible."
I realized the hidden meaning in his words. It only happened with someone they cared about; he cared about me.
"I can take it." I insisted.
"Y/N…"
"Please," I realized I must have sounded pathetic but I couldn't help it. He was too irresistible and his natural form was just… I couldn't resist if I tried.
He hesitated and I climbed into his lap, cupping his cheeks and letting my fingers trace.
"If I can go back to my Asgardian—"
"No! I want you like this, please."
I kissed him and he groaned, grabbing my hips and kissing me harshly. I pressed against his cold body to try and ease some of the heat spreading throughout me, but it only made it worse.
"Loki," I moaned, grabbing his hair and kissing him harder. I rolled my hips against his crotch and he groaned loudly.
Rolling over me, he pushed me to the bed and kissed along my neck. "I won't be able to stop, I've wanted you too long." He reminded me.
"Good," I reached up, biting the pointy tip of his ear. He whined and snapped, making all our clothes disappear in an instant. I shivered at the sudden chill of being pressed against him.
I reached in between our bodies to grab his cock and gasped at how big it was.
"Loki that is not going to fit."
Laughing, he kissed my collarbones and further down on my chest, shimmying down my body.
"Sure it will, I just need to get you ready."
Winking, he grabbed my thighs as he came face to face with my heat. He spread my legs, exposing me to him completely and making me whimper.
"Now, now, no whining." He teased me. "You wanted this, remember?" I nodded and he suddenly licked a strong swipe through my folds.
I cried out his name, grabbing his hair and trying to force him closer.
"Loki!" I whined. "More!"
His cold tongue pressed against my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. I moaned, throwing my head back and bucking my hips. He pinned my hips down and glared at me in warning.
"You take what I give you." He growled. "Nothing more and nothing less, understood?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir." I caved, laying back and panting as he kept his teasing for nearly twenty minutes before plunging two fingers inside me randomly.
"Oh god, Loki! That feels so good!"
He curled his fingers, hitting all my spots while watching my face. I screamed silently, trying not to buck my hips as my back arched.
"Loki I-fuck, I'm gonna cum."
And just like that, he stopped and sat up, making me whine out with tears in my eyes.
He lazily rubbed his cock while leaning over me and forcing his lips into mine. Tasting myself made me whimper against his lips, but what he did next really set me off.
He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock, making me jerk him off. He started kissing my chest and biting my nipples while I rubbed his cock hard and fast, trying my best to please him.
"Please sir, please fuck me. I'll be good, I promise."
"You think you can take it?" He growled, biting hard on my breast.
I moaned, touching him faster.
"Yes! Please, please, please!"
He sat up quickly, pushing my hand off and spreading my legs again. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
He shoved inside me quickly, harsh and unforgiving. I cried out, grabbing his sides to try and slow his pace some, to convince him I needed some adjusting, but he had been right, he couldn't stop.
Throwing my ankles into his shoulders, he moaned loud and fucked into me harder as the pain slowly eased, bleeding into pleasure.
"Fuck Y/N, so fucking tight, so good for me. You're gonna be good and let me cum in you? Let me breed you?"
I threw my head back, grabbing the headboard for some kind of brace as I screamed his name.
His cock shoved further inside me, hitting some pleasure point I'd never felt before as he kept moaning.
"Yes Loki, oh god."
"I am your god." He growled, suddenly grabbing my throat and squeezing.
I suddenly felt myself gushing even more. He smirked wickedly as he realized and felt it too.
"Oh you like that, don't you? You like being choked like a whore."
I whined too loud and thrusted my hips into him, trying to get his dick further inside me.
He squeezed my throat hard and started moaning as he fucked me faster, sloppier. His unoccupied hand went to rubbing harsh circles on my clit and then licking the juices off his fingers before returning.
"Oh fuck, oh Loki please! I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum!"
"You're mine." He growled. "Say it. Say you're mine and I'll let you cum."
He was actively panting now so I knew he must have been getting close too. I pulled him towards me, clawing his cold back and looked into his red eyes which were fighting to roll back.
"I'm yours." I cried out, trying desperately not to cum until he gave me permission. "I'm yours, fuck. Please let me cum!"
"Cum with me!" He growled as I felt his cock twitching before I felt his cool cum spilling into me.
My whole body relaxed and Loki collapsed on the bed next to me, gasping for breath. I reached down to feel his cum spilling from me and noticed one thing in particular before sleep took me. It has an almost slushy-like consistency.
I awoke to yelling and sat up groggily. It looked to be late at night and I was still in Loki's room.
I stood quickly, stumbling until I found the light switch. I could hear lots of incoherent shouting downstairs but I couldn't tell who it was. Searching, I remembered that Loki took off my clothes with magic and I had no idea where they were.
I opened his closet and quickly found skinny jeans and a T-shirt. They were a bit big on me and I had to roll up the bottoms of the jeans, but they were better than nothing.
When I left the elevator that led to the main living space I was shocked at the scene. The whole team was there and were trying to pull Thor—who was throwing punches—away from Loki, who was shouting back at his brother, in his Asgardian form.
"What the hell?" I yelled and Thor glared at me. "What's going on?"
"Frost Giants, huh?" He growled, and then stormed off into the kitchen.
I looked at Loki and then the rest of the team, before Loki stepped towards me, with his hands out in an almost defensive looking position.
"They decided not to spend the night there and leave you alone with a guy you hardly know, so they came back early. And when Thor went to check on me, he saw us. I had accidentally fallen asleep before shifting back."
I felt my whole face fall as I realized what he was saying. Not only did the whole team know we had sex, but the secret of Loki's heritage was out.
"Oh, Loki," I put my hand on his bicep, frowning. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for—"
"Nonsense," He interrupted. "It's not your fault."
I peaked at the rest of the team who was watching us. "How bad is it?" I whispered.
"Tony is angry. Natasha is proud. Steve is grossed out and Dr. Banner is intrigued about the science of cross species intercourse."
I nodded.
"Are you angry with me?" I asked, not meeting his eyes.
He put his index finger under my chin and forced my eyes to his. I resisted the urge to sigh at the disappointment that they weren't red.
"No, and it is you who should be angry with me."
"Well, I'm not. I told you, it doesn't bother me."
He looked at the team and stood a little straighter. "Apologies for the drama." And with that, he took my hand and pulled me to the elevator.
Once inside, I turned to him.
"Do you regret it?" I whispered.
"What? No. Of course not."
"What did Thor say?"
"Nothing he meant." He whispered, making my heart break. "Thor will come around, it just might take him a while."
"Then why do you still seem upset?"
He sighed, turning towards me and cupping my cheeks.
"Did you mean what you said? That you're mine?"
I thought about it for a minute.
"If that's what you want, I'm not opposed."
He grinned a bit. "Neither am I."
I leaned up and kissed him with an edge of desperation. He pulled me closer and grabbed my hips.
"I'm yours," He whispered. "And you're mine."
"I'm yours and you're mine." I echoed before stretching on my toes to kiss him again.
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thehmn · 5 months
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I’m planning on having a jotun character in a future comic and was trying to pull inspiration from mythology.
Something that comes up more often than you’d expect from a 1000 years old collection of stories is different races breeding with jotuns to achieve certain results.
Odin has sex with the jotun woman Jord (which means Earth) specifically to create Thor. Later he force himself on another jotun woman to create a god of hatred and vengeance (which also results in the gods banishing Odin from Valhalla for several years because a man would be punished just for touching a woman’s arm without her consent at the time and Loki later seems to claim Odin spent a lot of those years as a woman, birthing several children himself)
Jotuns also have a reputation for birthing monsters and animals but it mostly seems to happen when they breed with non-jotuns. Loki is half jotun/half Æsir and creates a eight legged horse with another horse, has normal children with his jotun wife, but also creates a giant wolf, a huge snake and a half-dead woman with another jotun woman. Then there’s the jotun king who gives birth to nine normal wolves after sleeping with a werewolf (they were together for years and it’s not made clear if it was a repeat thing where he birthed them one at a time or if he gave birth to a litter of pups all at once)
A jotun woman had three husbands, two jotun men and one Æsir god. She was the embodiment of night and he was the god of twilight and together they created the god of daylight.
Surprisingly a jotun man with a troll woman was considered the most ideal combination. One great warrior was described as beautiful and cleaver like his jotun father but strong and fierce in battle like his troll mother.
Because Loki himself was mixed race you never knew what you’d get from his “adventures” but otherwise it seems like you could expect some relatively predictable outcomes by mixing and matching jotun genes with other races.
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unityrain24 · 4 months
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❅MCU Jotun Headcanons❅ 
in honor of @jotun-design-party by magpiemurder. I had been looking forward to this contest for several months, but i have not been able to do anything for it and i doubt i will magically be able to do something and submit it by the time the deadline roles around (which is in like less than a week). This makes me sad, especially since i was something i was actually looking forward to participating in (and for such a long time) :(.
but anyways. headcanons instead, i suppose:
(also these are not very organized so have fun with that)
while jotuns do have extremly low body temperatures, the "frost-bite" affect you see them inflict in Thor 2011 is not because of that. Instead, it is due to a residue on their skin (like poison dart frogs).
Unlike poison dart frogs, however, the residue doesn't just stay on their skin 24/7. Rather, it secretes out of their pores
When jotuns are young, it secretes automatically when they feel scared/threatened (or exhibit other strong emotions), but as they get older they learn how to control it and can do it on command (and also keep it from happening). (<- my reasoning for why loki's cloths froze and chipped away the first time but not the second)(sort of)
the blocky/chunky/heavy type architecture you see is because it is sturdy and can survive blizzards/other harsh elements
based off of what odin said in his monologue, jotunheim is "cold dark and barren," so the next few sort of are in line with that, but who know if he was actually telling the truth lol 
not a lot of biodiversity (and FAR less plants than animals) :/ (i actually think it'd be cool to have a frozen planet teeming with life, but again, prev reason...)
since it's hard for plants to grow in such cold/dark places (lack of sun, dirt/nurtients, nutrient flow, liquid water, etc), the only "normal" plants you see are in the north pole (which is warmer, and is sort of a tundra type biome)(most plants typically aren't even there year-round). Everywhere else, plants have to find other ways to survive. Since photosynthesis isn't really a viable option (though there are a rare few that do!), most plants either perform chemosynthesis (x) or are parasitic (x). This also means that lots of plants are a ghostly white, rather than green (no chlorophyll).
licehen is less common than here, but can be found on occasion (and can be eaten)
mushrooms are relatively common, however (and unlike our mushrooms, can survive alright in the cold)
There isn't really any liquid water (and what little is seasonal), yet there are still life in the frozen water. There is a species of fish that produces so much warmth that the ice around them melts, and they swim through their self-made streams (that freeze back up once they've left). These fish eat snow/ice algae and ice worms (the algae and worms are actually real things in real life btw) (x) (x)
I thought it was interesting in the film how it's such a cold planet but nothing seemed to have fur, just skin... perhaps there are furred creatures, though, and they simply live in other regions. Id say the south pole, maybe the north pole, and and/or an isolated bit of land ("continent") on the opposite side of the planet. Long wooly fur. Horns. These creatures evolved to be warm on the cold, and the creatures we saw in the film simply evolved to not need to be warm at all.
the clothing you see the jotnar wear in the Thor 2011 is not their usual wear, it is their wartime/battle clothing.
This is because even though they are no longer literally warring, odin's treaty (aka sentence to slow genocide) was a "war against their people." As such, the majority of the jotnar choose to wear the wartime clothing until they all die out (as sort of a statement against odin/asgard's colonialism/imperialism)
(also probably "honor" or other culture type situation)
War clothing components:
Shaved Head: The jotnar typically grow their hair out long in times of peace, but shave it when times of war arise. In some regions, it is only those that go to battle that shave it, but in other regions all people shave it
Loincloth: made from Frost Beast leather. While frost beast hide is blue, the process to turn it into leather gives it a green tone (and is also becomes more rubbery than our leather). The sewing pattern of the loincloth itself typically is what gives it creative design, rather than having added embroidery/beading/embossing/etc.
Misc Decorations:
small decorative pieces are stuck directly to the skin via freezing water or using sticky sap-like substances. The most common places for these decorations are the head, upper chest, and shoulders. These pieces serve no protective functions, save the ones that are used to cover the nipples of jotuns with breasts (just around the nipple and areola, not the full breast).
small bracers, pauldrons, and greaves are sometimes worn.
Never shoes, pants/bottoms, shirts/tops.
Clothing should be NON besides the loincloth, and armour should be minimal and mainly decorative.
Decorative pieces are typically also made of frost beast leather. Metal is not usually used on jotunheim, because it is far to cold to melt anything (and to actually start a fire that hot would cause massive environmental damage). The only metal typically used it mercury, because it has such a low melting point (-38.829° C/-37.892° F). Interestingly, leather and mercury (and ice) are the only materials used in war clothing, not bone, even though bone is used in non-wartime clothing.
Overall Scarcity of clothing: While the jotnar don't typically get cold, they do want protection from cutting winds, ice, and snow (blizzards are strong enough that the snow can cause cuts/"burns"). As such, having such scarcity of clothing is a statement of strength/bravery and used to deter the enemy. 
regular cloths cover more (to protect from the elements, not provide warmth). Leather, metal, fur, and fabric woven from wool are used. Bone and metal are also used. Typical colours would be the familiar green, dusty purple, grey/brown/black/white (fur colours), and some blue
piercings and gauging are popular, even though not always practical. Most popular places to pierce/gauge are the ears and nose.
Hair texture in the region where we visited in thor 2011 is typically smooth and silky (like lokis), but other hair textures (curly, coily) exist in different areas. All hair is typically raven-black, unless the jotun is albino (in which case, it would be white)
Unsure of:
i feel like jotuns would be carnivores, but at the same time i feel like loki would enjoy more vegetarian/pescatarian food options, so idk what to think :|
I feel like the casket of ancient winters would be taken straight from the core of the planet, and is super condensed ice and seiðr, and that's why taking it away ruined the planet
(but then that poses other questions, like why would they mine something and keep it as an artifact? were there warring tribes and they wanted to get ahead? did some foreign colonial/imperial power mine it and for their own gain and the jotuns only got it back later?)
also the other possibility is that the casket has to do with something of the passing of ancestors/powerful jotuns of the past and their seiðr or souls or smth is in it (and that would give more power to the "casket" part)
i actually i can think of a lot of things... but those are my main two for the casket
wait why are my indented bullet points not working anymore what!!! this was more neat-looking i swear
jotun breast milk does not have lactose. i will not elaborate.
ok those are all i can think of right now
(bonus loki-specific one: the reason he is so small was because his mom got stuck by lightning when she was pregnant)
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zeriphi · 4 months
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You ever see a man so beautiful you cry?
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juliabarghest · 6 months
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Vidar Jutul (Ragnarök).
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Digital art without a tablet (I use a computer mouse 🐭💻).
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Actor: Gísli Örn Garðarsson. TV series: Ragnarök (NETFLIX).
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bloodytoothedgoose · 10 months
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y’all have NO IDEA how bad i wanna see jotun-form sylvie in s2 <33
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