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harlequin-hangout · 1 year
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😉😉
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRqQgKcW/
I mean . . . 🥵🥵🥵 Solid list. The Boys are in charge of the asks today, and they have opinions
I’m sure we can work something out, Doll. Ain’t that right, Mischeif?
Only if I’m first. I would say age before beauty, but I believe I have you beat on both fronts, Barnes.
Hello, Darling. Are you having a merry Christmas?
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"You were both born to be kings"
For All Time. Always.
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magpie-murder · 4 months
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Loki + Family
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thor and loki: original sin #5.3 // thor and loki: original sin #5.5 // journey into mystery #626 // loki: agent of asgard #1 // journey into mystery #632 // journey into mystery #633 // loki:agent of asgard #11 // journey into mystery #656
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worstloki · 5 months
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AU where Loki doesn’t interfere with Thor’s banishment at all and it takes Thor years to prove himself worthy and when he returns to Asgard everything is just. The same. Nothing seems to have changed at all and everyone greets him like his absence was a minor obstacle that didn’t fundamentally change Thor and the worst part is Loki stepped down from the place as regent without any delay and Thor can’t help but feel there’s something underlaying the way his brother looks at him now and won’t let him touch him and Thor doesn’t know what he could have missed because he doesn’t think he would have found anything wrong with the things around him and how everyone behaves if he hadn’t spent time on Earth reflecting.
#the warriors 4 not being interested in anything Thor ‘learnt’ at all#and making it clear that Thor was punished unfairly and the AllFather’s decision had been harsh#Loki saying he’s happy for Thor and Thor sees the way the smiles are forced and he sees the way Loki avoids any touch#Thor hating the way Frigga talks about Loki’s short regency and Thor’s absence like it wasn’t two whole decades or something#like she’s so grateful to have her other son back without ever addressing why he was gone#Thor just. growing during his time on earth and being much more aware of the behaviour around him#he learns to be critical and assess why people around him may act a certain way#once he realises that it’s possible for him or anyone else to be fallible and make mistakes it’s over for Asgard for him I think#Thor returns and Loki gives him the throne and everyone expects him to obviously have the throne#and Odin is sleeping and Thor isn’t comfortable with the way everyone accepts him as king regent after the banishment#Loki who either never lashed out against Jotunheim or did and it was brushed away and no one thinks about it as anything#but Loki is still deeply affected and acts the way he always would have but Thor can feel it’s not the same#he knows something is wrong and Loki won’t say anything about it and Thor doesn’t know how to bring it up#Thor sees Loki metaphorically receding into the shadows to become a nonpresence so loud Thor hears it even after returning from decades away#Thor goes to Earth and gets his priorities in order gets a new worldview learns not to take what he has for granted#and finds out he actually despised Asgard#he’s been back a week and he can’t stand it
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lokisbiiiitch1993 · 4 months
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Imagine visiting King Loki in the Throne Room
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I just looove this gif
Nsfw thoughts under the cut
Kneeling in front of him
Biting your Lips
calling him my King
you can't decide if you want to give him a Blowjob
or ride him and hold on to his Horns
I need to write a Fic about it omg that's soo hot
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liliummagpie · 10 months
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Bueno aquí está mi versión, solamente Loki y King Loki haha cuando vi las imágenes me imaginé ambos Lokis detenidos por por causar distúrbios/pelea en alguna fiesta.
Muchas gracias por todo su apoyo 💖🌻💕🌿✨🌌🚓
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five-miles-over · 1 year
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Since I am currently obsessed with your Tom Hiddleston character headcanons and I noticed requests are open👉👈 Could we get some soft, fluffy Headcanons of the Tom Hiddleston characters on their wedding day to you?
Aaah, thank you so much for your request, @queen-paladin and thank you even more for your patience! This was fun to imagine, I hope you like it!
Multi-Character Headcanons: Tom Hiddleston Characters On Their Wedding Day
(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)
Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Prince Loki Odinson, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, James Conrad, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.
Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent
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On his wedding day to you, Reverend Will Ransome would wake up at sunrise, taking his time to wash himself, get dressed, and make his way to the church for his own wedding
He would take advantage of the early hours of the morning to be alone with his own thoughts, except almost all of his thoughts would be on you. Will would mull over how tomorrow, he would wake up as a married man. Instead of an empty bed, Will would find you by his side as his wedded partner, a gift bestowed upon by God for him to cherish for the rest of his life. Instead of spending the morning contemplating in circles, the reverend would be with his newly wed wife, talking to you about his thoughts and eagerly listening to yours. And instead of retiring alone at nightfall, he would be comforted by your warmth and your love, spending hours in your arms until you both drifted off to sleep.
Heavenly father, hallowed be thy name, grant him the strength not to stray from the path of a devoted husband.
After an hour or two of solitude that would finally come to an end after years of longing, Will would politely interact with the guests while taking his rightful place at the altar as the groom.
As soon as Will saw you enter the church, holding a bunch of wildflowers and forget-me-nots, his heart would swell with joy and gratitude. He would silently thank God for bestowing him this gift of spending his life with you. And before the official vows, he would make his own, silent promise to make you happy as possible for as long as he lived.
Wedding superlative: Most likely to get caught in a compromising position right before the ceremony (don't ask me how I know this, I just do)
King Henry V from The Hollow Crown 
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On his wedding day to you, King Henry V would remain as stoic as possible in the presence of his servants while they readied him for the ceremony. 
Yet, occasionally his eyes would drift towards the small, intricate portrait of you that stood on his dressing table. Henry commissioned for it to be painted (based on his own description of you) for his personal desire after the first meeting with you. Every morning and every night that he could not be with you, he would look at the portrait and remind himself of the one that ruled his heart, his only beloved. 
And it delighted him to know that one day, that portrait would be replaced with a larger, more grand painting of you and Henry, the rulers of England. Perhaps, if God willed it, you would be holding his future heir in your arms when the time came for your portrait. 
Thinking about the heir would almost make Henry break his stoic facade, not because he would be thinking of fatherhood but because he would be musing over your wedding night. How would you feel after the ceremony? Would you be open to consummating your marriage? 
He would gently lick his bottom lip, remembering the first time he kissed you on the lips. It was on your third meeting, after Henry sweetly asked for your permission to do something so bold as to embrace you. If it weren't for his own restraint, Henry would have been caught blushing like a virgin by his own servants. That would certainly set some tongues wagging about the castle.
"Nev'r has't i seen true beauty until this moment.  How f'rtunate i might not but beest, yond while oth'r men spendeth their whole liveth seeking Elysium, i has't t bef're me", were King Henry's thoughts as soon as he stood in the church, gazing upon you while you entered, wearing a pristine white wedding gown and holding the arm of your father.
(Translation: Never have I seen true beauty until this moment. How fortunate I must be, that while other men spend their whole lives seeking paradise, I have it before me.)
At that moment, all of the royal stoicism the king of England had faded away like the morning dew. He smiled as if he were blessed with everything he could ever want. 
His eyes did not leave you even as you stood beside him at the altar and knelt before the priest. 
Henry recited his vows without flinching or faltering. As soon as the priest gave him permission, the king of England lifted your veil and proudly brought his lips to yours.
Your wedding would be one of the happiest days of the king's life, and one he hoped that you would also cherish
Wedding superlative: Most likely to have a coronation and a wedding on the same day
Prince Loki of Asgard from Thor:
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On his wedding day to you, Prince Loki of Asgard would be pacing through the palace in the hours before the ceremony, his hands behind his back
He had already imagined this day more times than he could count, marrying you, the love of his life. And with each day leading up to your wedding, his fantasies would grow so vivid, so exciting, so intimidating that he would hardly be able to sleep
Thoughts would be plaguing his mind every waking moment while the palace was being decorated for the celebrations
Would he be a good husband to you? How would he be able to satisfy you on the wedding night? And what if he displeased you in some way, shape, or form? Would you go to Thor instead and seek comfort in his arms? No…no, no, it couldn't be. Loki shook his head. You loved him. You would never betray him and he would never betray you. 
With a million butterflies in his stomach, he would go to the throne room with Thor by his side, wearing his armor, brand new emerald green robes, and his signature golden horned crown. 
Seeing you standing next to him in a beautiful wedding gown completely took his breath away, and it only strengthened his resolve that he would stay by your side for the rest of his life. 
He would probably struggle to look you in the eye, keeping a shy, boyish smile on his lips the whole time simply because of how much you resembled a goddess of beauty
In the presence of the All-Father, Prince Loki would make his vows to protect you, remain loyal to you, and perform his duties as a husband with utmost respect. And when the time comes, in front of all of Asgard, he would bring his lips to yours, sharing your first kiss as a married couple.
Wedding superlative: Most likely to get shy when putting the ring on his bride's finger
Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from Avengers: Infinity War 
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On his wedding day to you, Loki would probably be overly excited about making sure this wedding was one to remember for the centuries to come
Until he met you, Loki believed he would never be able to find true love, let alone find someone to spend the rest of his life with. But all of that changed when Loki had a crush on you and Thor decided to play Cupid, conveniently leaving his brother alone with you in parks and cafés. Loki and you eventually caught onto Thor's plan, and eventually began placing bets with each other about what stupid excuse Thor would use to leave the situation. The result? Loki fell hopelessly in love with your wit, your humor, and your beauty.
And now that he would finally get the chance to celebrate his union with someone so special, Loki decided to leave no stone unturned in making your wedding as wonderful as possible.
With his brother's help, he arranged to have the magic of Asgard brought to your Midgardian venue, complete with a long banquet, floral arrangements with Asgardian flowers, and even a few lute players to entertain the guests while they dined
Loki even had a special tiara made for you to wear during the wedding - a simple yet elegant golden wreath tiara with diamonds and emeralds. He would've had a more extravagant design made, but every other female in his life suggested that he should choose a tiara that would suit any wedding outfit you chose
The moment he saw you, walking down the aisle in your wedding outfit, his jaw dropped. For a moment, he felt like his heart stopped and he went to Valhalla. When you approached him at the altar, he couldn't help but whisper, "You look absolutely ravishing, my dear…My Queen."
After bringing his hand to your lips, he would recite his vows to you
"I, Loki, prince of Asgard, Odinson, the rightful king of Jotunheim, God of Mischief, do hereby pledge to you my undying fidelity. I promise to always keep you safe, to keep you happy, and to keep you loved. You are my everything, and I will never ever stop fighting for us, wherever our journey may take us. And I swear on all that I hold dear in this life, that I shall never betray you, nor let anyone, man or god alike, take you from me. For as long as I live, you will be my wife and my lover."
Possible first dance song: "The Only Exception" by Paramore
Wedding superlative: Most likely to instigate a brawl between two people at his wedding (and do nothing to stop it)
Bill Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout 
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On his wedding day to you, Bill Hazeldine would wake up, giddy as a schoolboy (after being unable to sleep last night until he called you on his mobile). His parents would giggle while he darts about, getting ready at a pace never seen before.
It was no secret that Bill was excited about marrying you. He spent weeks planning the perfect way to propose to you, visiting at least six different jewelry stores for the perfect ring and seeking your entire family's permission two weeks prior. And the night he proposed to you, he surprised you with a homemade attempt of your favorite dessert and your favorite film before presenting the ring to you. 
And of course, you said yes, much to Bill's immense delight. Finally, he would be starting a life with the you, the person whom he loved the most. He would be marrying someone who loved him for who he was and made him feel like he was capable of anything.
When it came to the wedding, Bill would be critical of every single thing about himself, bugging his parents and his best man with questions 
"Is this enough cologne? My tie, is it too short? Please, I don't want her to be disappointed."
"Bill, she loves you," his mother assures him. "She's marrying you. She wants to spend the rest of her life with you. Now stop fretting. You'll sweat through your suit."
After about a thousand assurances and countless intrusive thoughts, Bill would be nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet while waiting at the altar.
But as soon as he saw you, coming down the aisle, all of those thoughts would disappear. All Bill would be able to think of is how gorgeous you are, and how he's going to marry you in front of the whole world. 
Your first dance song would almost 100% be "Wedding Bell Blues" by The Fifth Dimension. It was his mother's choice, and once you heard the lyrics, you couldn't help but approve (seriously, if you haven't heard this song before, look up the lyrics because it's about marrying a guy named Bill)
Also, someone would probably need to make sure that Jewel Diamond doesn't show up and seize the microphone to sing "Part Time Lover" or "Like a Virgin" at the reception. But if that's taken care of, you and Bill will probably have a great time celebrating with your family and friends.
Wedding superlative: Most likely to cry when he sees his bride walk down the aisle
Caius Marcius Coriolanus from Coriolanus
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On his wedding day to you, Caius Marcius Coriolanus would put on his armor and his military regalia as if he were going to lead a campaign. His mother insisted that it would make him look distinguished, and send a message that his bride - and their family - ought to treat him with respect. 
Many of his army men and his comrades would be in attendance, some of them even bearing gifts. They all knew of Coriolanus's feelings for you, teasing the general of how reluctant he was to approach you when he saw you for the first time and Cupid struck
But instead of rudely telling them all to shut up as usual, Coriolanus would bear it with gritted silence because deep down, it was all true. Coriolanus deeply loved you, and would never wish to live without you or hurt you in any way. 
Too proud to be caught smiling in public, Coriolanus would simply let his eyes speak his adoration for you when you entered the temple of Mars, dressed in fine robes and jewelry with a veil over your head. 
His eyes darkened with lust when you came closer to him. And in that moment, all he wanted was for the priest to hurry up and stop talking so he could kiss you, claiming you before everyone as his wife
After the ceremony came to an end, Coriolanus would keep one hand on the small of your back, determined to keep you close to him while he musters small talk with the guests…and insults some of them.
At some point, perhaps at sundown, he would cut his conversations short and bid his in-laws good night. Tightening his grip around you, Coriolanus would bring you to his home as fast as possible so he could finally drop his guard and…privately celebrate your union
Wedding superlative: Most likely to get into a fight at his own wedding
Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager
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On his wedding day, Jonathan Pine would be extra vigilant, keeping an eagle eye for anything that might go wrong. 
While you were getting ready, he would be pacing along the oceanside and through the rows of seats for a possible threat, or someone who could be smuggling a weapon. Even after Angela Burr assured him that no one knew about his wedding except for the few people in attendance, he would still insist that someone keep a tab on you and give him constant updates while you were getting ready.
Jonathan had already loved and lost someone, and he would never forgive himself if someone took his bride away from him.
Until he saw you, he would not be able to let himself rest for a moment, rubbing the nape of his neck while pacing, adjusting his cufflinks (which happened to be the ones you gifted him for Christmas), and thinking of every single way that someone could sabotage this special day
And the moment you came down the aisle in your beautiful wedding gown, Jonathan would breathe a sigh of relief and beam with pride. At that instant, the only thought in his mind when he looks at you would be how amazing and how happy you look while you approached him. And how every moment leading up to this one was definitely worth it. Nothing would be able to hold a candle to the first time he got to see you as the one he, Jonathan Pine, was going to marry.
Holding your hand, Jonathan would quietly say his vows, knowing that he had already made every single vow to himself when he proposed to you. That in his mind, he had already promised to love you through thick and thin, in good times and bad times, even when the two of you would be miles apart. You would be the one he fights for and stays alive for, every single time.
Possible first dance song: "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls or "The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra (Or "Shakespeare" by Miranda Cosgrove)
Wedding superlative: Most likely to have a destination honeymoon
Robert Laing from High-Rise 
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On his wedding day with you, Dr. Robert Laing would be thinking of nothing but you, simply put. 
("Ruhi, come now…" "You know what, Robert? Somebody had to say it.")
When Robert originally moved into the high rise, he was disillusioned with the thought of being involved with other people. He wanted to be alone, nothing more. But now, three years after that day? He couldn't picture a day without seeing you, without indulging in your witty banter, without giving you a kiss before going off to the medical school, or without you simply calling his name. It had to be magic of some kind, an enchantment Robert couldn't quite explain with all of his scientific knowledge.
And that's how Robert Laing, a doctor of physiology who lived on the twenty-fifth floor of the high rise, let himself fall in love you and share his life with you. 
Sure, Wilder and a few other guys in the high-rise would be pouring drinks and making crude jokes about Robert finally getting a 'ball and a chain' but Robert knew better. You wouldn't be a ball and a chain to him, but rather an angel. 
With you by his side, Robert could begin a new life at the high rise, one where he wouldn't have to be alone. A life of comfort where he could come home to someone who would care for him, and a life where he would have someone to cherish and protect. It would be a new life with a new purpose, all thanks to you
So when he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time, he couldn't help but stare. You looked like an absolute dream, so radiant and so gorgeous. 
He'd continue to steal glances throughout the ceremony, even while reciting his vows. And when the officiant finally says "you may now kiss your bride", Robert would put one hand around your waist and use his other hand to cradle the back of your head, passionately capturing your lips with his
Possible first dance song: "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" by Frankie Valli 
Wedding superlative: Most likely to burn the dance floor at his own wedding (and get quite tipsy in the process)
Second wedding superlative: Most likely to eat more cake than the bride
Magnus Martinsson from Wallander 
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On his wedding day to you, Magnus Martinsson would be one of those grooms who makes snarky jokes about his life being "over" but is secretly freaking out on the inside
It wasn't helpful that his colleagues at the station kept making jokes about him being 'tied down' and how you were way out of his league. 
Magnus would find himself in a downward spiral of thoughts about the kind of husband he'd be, and whether you really were making the right choice in marrying him when you could have better. 
His comments might get so bad that even Kurt Wallander would have to intervene and tell him to stop unless he wanted to hurt his bride
Wallander would take Magnus aside and assure him that there are many great things about marriage, and that he is lucky to be spending his life with someone like you. That most men, especially those who joke about marriage being the 'end of their life', would desperately want to find someone who loves them as much as you love Magnus
With those words, Magnus would calm down, fix his curls, and go to the altar to wait for you. And as soon as he saw you walk down the aisle, he would realize how right Kurt was. That he, Magnus Martinsson, was the luckiest man in the world because he was going to marry you. That all of those jokes were false, and the only thing that mattered was how much you loved each other
Magnus might not choose to write his own vows, sticking with the traditional "in sickness and in health, till death do us part", but he would be sure to tell you how much he loved you throughout the wedding
Possible first dance song: "My Girl," by The Temptations
Wedding superlative: Most likely to show up to his own wedding completely hungover
Oakley from Unrelated
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On his wedding day to you, Oakley would be the most chill groom ever. Seriously, anything could happen and he'd be the one reminding everyone to calm down. The rings are missing? Don't worry, they'll turn up anyway. 
His chill attitude also means that he would be perfectly fine in getting married while wearing a t-shirt and cargo pants. Somebody might need to drag this cocky handsome bastard into a suit, reminding him it's his goddamn wedding day, not some picnic
Oakley really isn't a fan of formal wear, especially anything that requires a tie
He would probably be joking around with his friends, having a smoke during the hour before the ceremony. 
He wouldn't even be freaking out about the fact that he'll soon be a married man because…this is exactly what he wanted the minute he fell in love with you. He knew that he needed you in his life, that you were the one he wanted to love for the rest of his days, and that the best thing to do was to tell you exactly that… before asking you to marry him
And the moment he saw you standing in your wedding dress for the first time, all of those memories left his mind and the only thing that Oakley could think about…was how he would never forget this moment. And that if the world were to end tomorrow, he would be the luckiest guy on the planet just because he would get to call you - this gorgeous, funny, and kind person standing before him - his wife.
Also, Oakley would totally be the type to make his wedding kiss with you totally epic, either picking you up and spinning you around, or turn it into a dip and kiss (which looks something like this)
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Possible first dance song: "Teenage Dream" by Boyce Avenue or "Lucky," by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat
Wedding superlative: Most likely to get drunk during his own wedding and say something extremely inappropriate
Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak
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On his wedding day to you, Thomas Sharpe would have every detail in its perfect place. From the flowers to the organ playing the wedding march to the seating arrangement, every single thing would be immaculately arranged to your liking.
He would play the part of a doting groom very effectively, almost ignoring Lucille most of the time in favor of talking to your family members. He'd play with the little ones, laugh at your father's attempts at humor, and assure your mother that her child will lack nothing in their marriage
The moment you entered the chapel, a warm smile would spread across Thomas's face and his face would light up as if the in the world darkness was finally gone for good.
As if you were made of glass, he would carefully take your hand in his and lead you to the altar, kneeling before the priest. 
Then, Thomas would make his vows to be with you in sickness and in health, till death do you part, and kiss you slowly, savoring this moment of purity. 
After the ceremony, Thomas would lead you in a waltz - your first dance as husband and wife - with a pace so swift yet so delicate that it would not extinguish a candle
At a specific moment, when the guests are dining, Thomas would lightly tap on his glass with a fork to get everyone's attention. 
"On behalf of the Sharpe household, I would like to thank you all for attending this lovely occasion. I could not be more happier than to be marrying the lady seated right here," Thomas would gesture to you with a proud smile. "She is truly a blessing, and until death parts us, I promise to hold her close and to treasure her always. May our days together be filled with happiness and joy."
Wedding superlative: Most likely to have an eloquent wedding toast that makes everyone go "Awww"
James Conrad from Kong: Skull Island
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On his wedding day to you, Captain James Conrad would be silent to almost everyone before the ceremony, pretending to be completely calm about his impending nuptials. But his dark circles and his red eyes wouldn't fool anyone; it would be pretty clear that he hadn't sleeping so well lately
Actually, after he'd finally left Skull Island and settled in the United Kingdom, James had been dealing with nightmares about Kong and other terrifying creatures he'd encountered. Eventually, Preston Packard and Mason Weaver coaxed him to start seeing a professional about his nightmares and traumatic flashbacks. 
That's how James Conrad gained the courage and the hope to start a relationship with you, the beautiful neighbor who lived a few doors from his flat. And now, nearly two years after your first date, he proposed, you and James moved in together, and you were getting married. 
James could not have been happier about your union, but the past week leading up to the wedding had been tough. 
The two of you thought it might be good to have a little separation before the ceremony, and James thought it would make the wedding sweeter, so you agreed to sleep over at a friend's place. 
James found himself deeply missing your touch (and your cuddles - shh, don't tell anyone I told you) and many of the nightmares from his past returned. So after talking to you on the telephone every night, he would hold one of your sweaters like a security blanket while trying to lull himself sleep
When he finally saw you coming to the altar in your wedding gown, it felt like he'd been underwater for hours and was finally coming up for fresh air. From now on, he would never have to sleep alone, or face anything all by himself. Whatever happens, if he ever has to return to Skull Island in his dreams or in real life, he would have you by his side.
He'd be grinning the whole time from ear to ear, just enjoying the moment with you, and would always have his arm around you. Whenever James wasn't trying to stifle a yawn, he would be holding you close and stealing kisses, much to the amusement of everyone else around him.
Possible First Dance song: "Can't Help Falling in Love with You" by Elvis Presley
Wedding superlative: Most likely to never let anyone else dance with his bride because he gets jealous
Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston
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On his wedding day to you, Thomas would be dressed to the nines and poised like a prince, wearing a sharp three-piece suit (with a pistol concealed in his jacket) and Dolce and Gabbana citrus cologne
To him, this wedding was not unlike any other important engagement. A place where deals could be made and broken, offers could be extended and retracted, and alliances could be tested
Therefore, only the best of decorations could be present. The cake and the champagne had to be of the utmost quality (no cheap, off-brand liquor allowed), and the floral arrangements needed to be elegant enough for royalty
It would also be an opportunity for Thomas to reward his those closest to him in his inner circle; by inviting them, wining and dining them with a gourmet meal, he could reward their loyalty while also keeping them near should they try anything suspicious. 
But none of that would apply to you. No, Thomas may be emotionless and calculating in matters of business, even at his own wedding, but you were not to take part in any of it. In fact, your innocence was one of the reasons why Thomas was so attracted to you. You gave him something worth living for, something that was worth defending and protecting. He could not afford to corrupt you with his dirty world of schemes and plots
During the wedding, Thomas would be your Prince Charming (like always), making sure that you were comfortable. 
He would hold your hand and tell you how beautiful you looked whenever you got nervous. If you were hungry, he'd make sure that a plate of food was brought to you. And if someone dared to make you uncomfortable on your special day? They had better prepared to have the living daylights pounded out of them.
Also, Thomas would never admit this to you until possibly years after your wedding to him, but he secretly bribed the person who showed you your wedding dresses to only show you designs that he approved of. He knew that you would look stunning in anything you wore, but he always liked to be the one in charge
Possible first dance song: "Fly Me to The Moon," by Frank Sinatra or "Stand By Me" by Ben E. King
Wedding superlative: Most likely to carry out a murder at their wedding 
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ikol-cosplay · 5 months
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A little (incomplete) comic timeline ;)
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artforkuponuts · 10 months
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“Cock it and Pull it”
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woulddieforloki · 1 year
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I can't stop thinking about the person who said that from 2013 to 2017 the general consensus was that Loki had killed Odin to take the throne (which makes sense; I just wasn't in the fandom at the time) and then obviously Ragnarok took it in a different direction but like? what if it didn't? like if the rules Ragnarok established were still canon but the movie doesn't go that way, so Loki comes back from Svartalfheim with a stab wound in his gut and a fiery rage in his eye and kills Odin and then bam, Hela appears. and tbh if her first impression of him is the sight of him standing over Odin's dead body with a bloody knife in his hand, I feel like she'd kinda like him. and when he finds out that Odin claimed to love her but locked her away just like he did to him, I think Loki would kinda like her, too. Thor's already off on earth and content to stay there for quite a few years, so... new king and queen of Asgard, anyone? 👀
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ikol-art · 2 years
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TODAY I OFFER ALL THE LOKIS
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morgangalaxy43 · 4 months
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This is probably one of the funniest out of context panels ever and Loki in the comics is truly the best
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Bruce: ….We’re lost aren’t we.
Thor: We’re not lost! We’re just…. temporarily displaced.
Credit to @write-it-motherfuckers
Plus my addition:
Loki & Valkyrie at the same time: We're lost.
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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years
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Clandestined [Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+
You can find my Masterlist HERE Summary: Betrothed to Loki from a young age, your friendship grows to something more - but Loki is changing too, and perhaps not for the better. (Pre/During Thor 1) (wc 2.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Coercion. Oral Sex. Thigh riding. Public Sex. LOKI BEING HOT ON THE THRONE.
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Trumpets blared in unison as you heard the beginning waves of the cheering crowd, rolling from beyond the doors of the Great Hall of Asgard.
You turned to look behind you, the wide aisle of the atrium crammed with eager citizens desperate to catch a glimpse of their royal family as heralds signalled their approach through the towering columns encircling the ancient walls.
“Eyes front, Y/N” your mother snapped, “gawping is for the commoners, not for the likes of us.”
You obeyed quietly as the distant roars of approval grew louder. Rows of courtiers passing with banners of luxurious arms raised to the sky in tribute as representatives of the nine realms floated solemnly down the marble aisle.
Your gaze crept over your shoulder, searching for one figure in particular among the pageantry of red and gold, your stomach clenching in anticipation.
A gasp rose around you as thousands of orbs licked with vibrant pastel flame descended to hover above the undulating crowd.
The smell of jasmine filled the air from the trailing incense of the flames and you smiled. You knew that the exact number would be two thousand. One for each year of Odin’s reign – Frigga would not have let a detail like that go to waste.
Right on cue, Asgard’s graceful queen came into view. Her dress was spun gold, edged with a train of blue silk which rippled like sea foam in the breeze of a thousand rapt intakes of breath.
Her hand rested in the raised palm of her younger son as they made their way slowly down the centre of the hall. Frigga nodded warmly to the faces keening to greet them as her companion stared ahead, his eyes set on the towering empty throne. Your betrothed, Loki.
He strode by his mother’s side across the polished marble floor in full ceremonial dress towards the head of the hall. The curved horns of his helmet glinting in the low dusk light, the golden armour encasing his arms and torso all you could see from where you stood as his placid features simmered with regal purpose, ignoring the cheers as they passed.
Your breath hitched as they approached your row, several from the front in accordance with Asgardian etiquette. Loki’s emerald cape swirled around his metal clad shoulders as he broke his steadfast stare ahead, immediately meeting your gaze between jostling onlookers with a wink as a smile briefly graced his lips. Your stomach flipped. He looked particularly ravishing today. And he knew it.
He and Frigga took their positions elegantly on the stairs leading to the throne as Thor worked the crowd on his way to join them, wielding Mjölnir through the air to screams of applause.
The soar of trumpets’ heralded Odin’s arrival to conclude the bi-millennium festival formalities as your thoughts turned to tonight’s feast, fizzing with mischievous anticipation as you ran your eyes wantonly over Loki’s imposing figure.
He may be your betrothed, but tonight – you intended to make him thoroughly and unquestioningly yours.
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“Are you aware that every man in this palace has been undressing you with their eyes tonight?”
You smiled as the familiar velvet voice crept over your shoulder; pleased that your ploy to entice its owner to the deserted balcony outside the bustling feasting hall was a success.
“Are you included in that number, my Prince?” you asked coyly, enjoying the glint of amusement in Loki’s eyes as his lips curled in silent confirmation.
You turned to lean the side of your hip against the balustrade, the long skirts of your dress flirting against the leather stretched tightly against his legs as a warm breeze rolled across the air.
Silently, you reached up and began to tug the helmet from his head with difficulty, huffs of mock annoyance peppering the air before it came away in your hands. His raven curls tumbled around his armoured shoulders, released from their confinement after long hours of ceremony.
“Oh, sorry I forgot – you’re not a man…” you quipped as you rolled your eyes playfully, placing the helmet on the stone ledge as a low chuckle escaped Loki’s throat.
“Gods have eyes too, darling.” he murmured as you drew closer, winding a strand of his hair around your finger as you raised your gaze to his. His eyes burned with long-unspoken words as he ran them over your skin. Norns how you wished he would finally say them.
Adrenaline surged under your skin as you slid your hand around the back of his neck, gentle pressure willing him to bend as you searched his gaze.
In a moment, his mouth had pressed to yours hungrily.
You tightened your grip around his neck as he encased you in a towering embrace, his unfamiliar tongue sliding between your lips as a moan of relief escaped you – tumbling into the void of your friendship as it burned anew. The cool sharpness of his armour seeped through the chiffon of your dress as you pressed your body to his, the kiss waxing and waning as each of your pent-up passions fought for control.
The hard edge of his vambrace cracked against your hip as he slid his hands desperately down your waist, seeking the curve of your ass through the fabric of your skirt. You pulled him forward as your back hit the balustrade, Loki’s torso flattening against your breasts as he moulded his body to yours with the force of his newly welcomed need.
Betrothed since you were young, your fascination with the younger son of Odin had only grown with the years as you watched him become the figure his legend demanded. The notorious aloofness had never bothered you, much because you had never truly experienced it. Whether an innate understanding of your fated destinies or something more, you had always been close. But the fires of unquenchable lust that had burned within you these past months – they were new.
You found your hand grasping to find purchase between his muscled thighs as Loki’s face buried in your neck, a soft growl of your name escaping his lips as your fingertips brushed against a long, hard mass hidden beneath the tightening leather. Gods above, he was huge.
You panted shakily, feeling your pussy grow wetter under the messy sucks of his tongue and lips against your bare skin – you needed more. You needed him.
“Loki…” you moaned as he thrust needily against you, dragging the thick bulge in his trousers against your open palm, “let’s go somewhere…your chambers..?”
He stopped, his touch withdrawing like the breaking of a spell.
“Loki, what…?” you said quietly, your voice laced with concern as you saw clouds descend on his features, his forehead creasing in concentration.
“This was a mistake, Y/N …it wouldn’t be the proper way of things.”
You huffed, straightening your skirts as your plans of seduction crumbled under his lofty overtones.
“We’re to be married soon, what does it matter?” you raised your eyebrow, a second wind of confidence rising at your own words as you looked to him optimistically.
“Soon?” Loki’s cheekbones hollowed as his lips twitched in confusion, “I have so much yet to accomplish…a glorious purpose to fulfil. You know this. I am to be King of this realm, and you my Queen. Is that not what you want?”
Silence grew between you as booming roars of laughter from the banquet hall rippled on the breeze tauntingly.
“When you are King?” you repeated disbelievingly, panic fluttering in your voice as your mind raced through the connotations of his words. He would never be King. Everyone knew that. Well, almost everyone it seemed.
“When I am King.” he echoed, a small smile tracing his lips as he bent to give you a chaste kiss.
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It was often said that time passed different in Asgard, but whether that was true or not – the months that followed fell quickly to memory like blossom petals in June.
Loki’s official business in Thor’s banishment kept him away from the daily bustle of court life. His ambition seemed to have grown exponentially under recent events and his newfound deeper affections for you seemingly forgotten –you hadn’t seen him in weeks.
You closed your eyes and inhaled the scent of jasmine rising from the gardens below your window. Ever since the bi-millennial festival, the scent had reminded you of Loki.
You wanted to remember the way he had smiled at you in the crowd in the great hall. You wanted to remember his coy glances on the precipice of your first kiss, the feeling of his tongue against yours, of his body longing for your touch. You wanted to remember.
A sharp knock broke you from your daydream. You crossed the floor barefoot, opening the heavy door to reveal a sombre looking Einherjar.
“Lady Y/N, the King demands your presence in the Hall of Asgard.”
You thanked him, your heart pounding as you shut the heavy door with sweating palms. Odin had never asked for a private audience with you. And the guard’s choice of words…demand? Your mind whirred as you quickly changed to more formal dress, a green silk edged with lace which lent an air of decorum without ostentation. Now... if only your hands would stop shaking.
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The pillars of the great hall rose above you as you entered with your head bowed, approaching the throne tentatively as your breaths quickened.
When you saw the first step leading to the elevated platform appear in your deferential eye-line you stopped, clasping your hands in front of you, “My King?”
“You wore my colours…”
Your eyes flew up to the figure leaning comfortably towards one side of the golden seat. Clasped in one hand he held the royal sceptre while the other lay lazily on his thigh, his chin lowered as he looked down on you with amusement.
Silence stares came from the Einherjar flanking him, twenty of Asgard’s most loyal warriors facing toward you as you processed the scene.
“Loki, what…?”
He stood gracefully, the fabric of his cape flourishing around his ankles as he extended his arm and smacked the marble floor twice with the butt of the sceptre. It clanged thickly, echoing around the empty walls as all but five of the palace guards obediently marched from sight.
“Father has fallen into the Odin-sleep. I am your King now.”
You shivered. His towering authority. The intensity of his gaze that burned with pure desire for his own power. This wasn’t the Loki you knew. Your questions were not welcome here.
You watched his thighs flex under the familiar leather stretch of his trousers as he re-positioned his stance.
“Kneel before your King.”
His firm command reverberated in the silence, thrumming against your core as you lifted the fabric of your dress and climbed the steps towards him.
“And to think you doubted me…” he goaded, watching your ascent before you stopped defiantly before him. He raised an eyebrow, the horns of his helmet tilting as his eyes flashed dangerously.
“Do you swear to love, honour and obey me?” he enunciated; the words reminiscent of marriage vows as your heart leapt, remembering his words many months ago. Was he playing with you?
“I swear to love, honour and obey my husband?” you said coyly, hoping to raise a smile.
He chuckled darkly before quickly swapping the long sceptre to his other hand with a flying snap, making you jump.
“You have no husband.” he spat, “It is your King that requires your fidelity. Now kneel.”
You sank shakily to your knees as his echoing voice thundered around you, watching his long legs fold as he sat back in the golden throne he had coveted for so long. Power radiated from him like the eternal flame, consuming everything in its path. Consuming you.
“Perhaps with an enthusiastic display of obedience, you may regain my favour” he drawled loftily as your gaze raised to meet his, “For your doubt. Your insolence. These are not the traits of a Queen.”
“You have no Queen…” you muttered sarcastically as he leant towards you, his hot breath fanning your burning cheeks as your intimate folds slickened beneath your dress, pooling against snatches of silk.
“Don’t I?” he whispered, “My patience is wearing thin…yield to me, give me what I desire…or get out of my sight.”
The corners of his mouth twitched in a cruel smirk as he looked down on you, brazenly before him like a whore. This was not how it was supposed to be. But you couldn’t deny that seeing him this way was intoxicating. His magnetism was infectious, and it drew your fingers irrevocably to the fastenings of his leather trousers.
He grunted his approval as his smirk widened, pleased with the path you had chosen.
“Loki…your magic?” you whispered pleadingly as you nudged your head towards the guards standing at the bottom of the steps who shuffled awkwardly in place.
“Do not presume to scold me like a wayward child” he announced loudly, “those days are gone, do you not see that?”
You freed his cock from its confinement with an audible gasp. You could see that. You could definitely see that.
“There will be no magic this night…” he reached forward and drew your hand which had fallen in awe to your lap back to his huge manhood, pressing your grip around his length, “…now worship your King.”
You obediently leant forward to stretch your lips around his tip as he let out a low moan of pleasure. His girth choking the sides of your jaw as you fought to gain traction, saliva coating his length as you slid him further down your throat to approving groans above you.
One minute. Two minutes. You got lost in a haze of the taste of the velvet skin of his length underneath your tongue that you had fantasised about for so long. The familiar tantalising scent of him, magnified at his core. You realised that whines of pleasure had been escaping your needy throat as he fucked your mouth slowly; as you worshipped his godly flesh.
His sceptre hit the floor once with a heavy thud as you pressed your lips together, sucking down on his throbbing cock as he pushed his hips up to meet you, his other hand gripping the throne. He was almost ready to cum, the foreplay of his own magnificence enough to almost push him over the edge.
You lapped your tongue along the underside of his length, feeling him shudder beneath you as you caught him off guard. Hot liquid spurted against the back of your throat, filling up the pockets of empty space not occupied by the meat of his cock as he contained his moans stoically, a series of throaty exhales betraying him as he twitched with intense release.
You looked up at him, bringing a finger to your mouth as you cleaned the errant trails of his seed from your lips. He watched intently with hooded eyes as you sucked it from your digits, his lips pursed in concentration.
“Will that be all, my King?”
His eyes narrowed as he considered your tone, motioning for you to stand.
“A good King rewards his subjects, does he not?” he smirked, his familiar playful gaze sparking behind deep pools of intensity. He reached out for your hand, pulling you swiftly forward as your legs straddled one of his thighs.
“Sit.”
You lowered yourself on to his thick thigh, the skirts of your emerald green dress melting into the fabric of his cloak as your swollen folds met the leather beneath. You moaned involuntarily, placing a palm against Loki’s chest as the other gripped his forearm holding the sceptre.
“Loki…your magic…” you keened, begging him to spare you the shame of your desperate need for relief being heard by the men mere feet away.
He shook his head slowly as a wide grin spread across his features, his dark tone sending jolts of hunger to your aching pussy.
“Then who would ignite the sparks of legend that the King of Asgard can make a woman quake with pleasure without even leaving the throne?”
You moaned wantonly in frustration as he shifted his thigh beneath you, the rough leather gripping your delicate lips as it dragged devastatingly over your clit.
“Oh yes, my Queen…this will do nicely.”
His words made you feral. You began to gyrate your hips slowly against the length of his muscles, the delicious friction sending waves of pleasure through your body as you groaned like an animal.
Your eyes never left his as you felt the orgasmic pressure building within you, Loki’s lustful eye-fucking gaze spurring you on as he relaxed against the back of the throne, enjoying your display.
You were inconsolable. Wanton moans fell from your lips. The sweet aftertaste of his cum rose again on your breath with every pant as you rode your betrothed, throwing your head back as you began claiming your release.
You rutted into the leather, the reddening skin of your thighs screaming as you pressed into his taunt thigh one last time to spin into your climax, gripping his wrist ferociously as a loud moan of his name echoed around the hall.
Two of his fingers found their way under your chin, raising it to meet his softened gaze. You were too overwhelmed to speak, your senses overloaded as he lowered a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Never doubt me again, beloved” he murmured, “…this is only the beginning.”
Read part TWO here [shameless thone action]
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worstloki · 9 months
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My issue with Thor not ‘realizing’ why Loki was acting off in Avengers 1 isn’t that Thor didn’t recognise Loki was acting unlike himself—Thor did note that—or that Thor didn’t figure out what was wrong—he did try asking—it’s more along the lines of Thor giving up, and that he accepted Loki was bad now within two days while knowing something was off when Thor himself behaved just as bad for much longer before without any specific compromising event.
#Thor was happy go kill for so long and Loki waited for Thor to get better and then Thor KNOWS something is up#and he still accepts Loki is evil now and never questions or visits Loki in prison again#he moped around about it because of duty and depression but that he had such little faith in Loki#like either his little brother really did go mad out of jealousy and rage AND is permanently like that with no resolution between them#it’s ridiculous#I like the Thor in my head who never believed Loki had actually gone mad and went after the infinity stones bc he suspected#the one that would not only trust Loki to get them off Asgard in TDW but knew Loki had the throne after and let it be that way#bc he knows his brother and wouldn’t stop believing Loki can ‘get better’ even if he’d truly gone mad#like I get that Thor in Avengers 1 would have been conflicted and could’ve taken everything at face value#Loki was DEAD and now he’s not of course Thor isn’t going to be thinking straight#it’s easy to look at Loki and assume he spent a year plotting revenge after faking his death#but Thor had time after to cool down and only gave Loki a chance in TDW when there was no other option#like did he genuinely think Loki will try to kill him#is Thor scared of Loki now or what#Thor’s spending so much time thinking of what he’s lost that he develops depression but doesn’t ever voice or support the idea that maybe#Loki was forced to do the invasion#AFTER he asks ‘who controls the would-be king’ like come on Thor just ask a follow-up question#Thor autistic king distracted by ‘YOUR father’ discourse fr#T-T#I simply don’t think Thor would have given up on Loki even if Loki stabbed him sorry#it wouldn’t even be bc he’s naive it’d be because he knows and loves his brother#and he’d keep hoping for a change of heart#he wouldn’t ditch the issue unless it was to go under the radar and that’s never explicitly implied#unfortunately#:(
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iosagol · 5 months
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A murder :D
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