doctor strange master of the mystic arts

Two Tutors

TITLE: Two Tutors


AUTHOR: SassyShoulderAngel319

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine somehow obtaining magical powers and watching Loki and Doctor Strange fight over who gets to take you as their apprentice.


NOTES/WARNINGS: No warnings to speak of except for a single reference to Thor: Ragnarok without being too specific. As well as police stations and daggers if anyone is uncomfortable with either of those. Side note: Tumbler is actually a last name that is, apparently, on the brink of extinction?(I’d have to fact-check that but that’s one of two reasons I chose it.)-(Oh MAN it’s been a long time since I wrote for this blog! Good to be back!)


I sat boredly on the chair in the police station and stared straight ahead at the wall opposite me, chin in my hand. I was just grateful they hadn’t handcuffed me. The officer sitting on the other side of the table repeated his question. “Where were you the night of the meteor shower?”

I glanced at my other hand, which was resting on the table. “Yes,” I said.

“Yes?” the officer challenged. “Yes what? You’re finally going to answer?”

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Voices - Chapter 1 - Origin

Voices Masterlist and Marvel Masterlist

Summary: You had gone through the Red Room training, and now were a Master of the Mystic Arts. But as time went on you ended up joining the Avengers in saving the world more than once. But you never would have thought that your biggest battle yet would be with your own heart.

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader, Loki x Reader, Avengers x Reader

Warnings: Can we just have a warning that covers everything including spoilers?

A/N:  I started writing this back on July 10th 2017. As a result, I wanted to make sure I was over half finished before posting it. I do hope that you enjoy it. Also, a huge shout out to @emilyymichelle for being my beta reader and helping me when I ended up with writers block. Also a shout out to @phil-coulson-trash for helping with writers block. You two are amazing!

Also check out this song: Voices by Celtic Thunder; it was a major inspiration for this story.

Chapter 1 – Origin

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• Spidey pays the Sanctum Sanctorum a visit looking for a consult from the Master of the Mystic arts, Doctor Stephen Strange…
• …but finds himself face-to-face with the Master of Mischief and new Sorcerer Supreme — LOKI LAUFEYSON!
• And he’s even MORE charming than in the movies! Don’t believe us? Read this one and find out for yourself!

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You heard the door open, signaling Doctor Strange finally returning home. You were getting a little frustrated with him and how little time was spent at home and with you. So, it was a little petty, but you were going to let him know how you felt.

“Hey, honey,” Strange greeted as he walked into the study where you were reading one of his books. He walked over to give you a kiss on the lips, but you turned your head. He paused a moment, frowning, before kissing your cheek. “How was your day?”

You ignored him and continued to read your book.

“Did I do something wrong?” Strange asked, frowning again.

You gave him a pointed look, before returning to your book.

Strange knelt down by the chair, resting his elbows on one of the arms. “Would you feel better if I made you your favorite dish?”

You looked at him again, raising your eyebrow. Did he really think he could bribe his way out of your anger?

“I take it that’s a no. I’ll still make your favorite anyways. I can’t fix whatever you’re mad at if you don’t tell me,” Strange told you.

“Remember two days ago?” you asked, not wanting to repeat the conversation.

“Yes, what about-” Strange started, before realization hit. “Oh, today was supposed to be date day, I’m sorry. There was an emergency.”

“I understand you’re the best master of the mystic arts,” you said, putting your hand on Strange’s cheek. “But you’re not the only one capable of dealing with magic foes. Let Brother Voodoo handle it, or Wanda Maximoff, or Pete Wisdom. They can handle it every once in a while so we can have time for dates.”

Strange nodded. “We can have a nice dinner tonight, followed by a movie here, then tomorrow I’m all yours. How does that sound?” he asked.

You nodded. “Okay, that’s acceptable,” you said, leaning over to kiss Strange’s head.


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Spidey pays the Sanctum Sanctorum a visit looking for a consult from the Master of the Mystic arts, Doctor Stephen Strange…but finds himself face-to-face with the Master of Mischief and new Sorcerer Supreme — LOKI LAUFEYSON! And he’s even MORE charming than in the movies! Don’t believe us? Read this one and find out for yourself!
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FULL NAME: Stephen Vincent Strange
OTHER NAMES: Mister Doctor, The Black Priest, The Guardian of the New York Sanctum.
TITLE: Doctor, Master of The Mystical Arts, Black Priest, Sanctum Guardian, Mystical Arts Teacher.
AGE: 40
ORIGIN: Pennsylvania.

CURRENT LOCATION: New York Sanctum, Kamar Taj, other dimensions.
NATIONALITY:  North American.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, a bit of Latin (because medicine), rather good at Portuguese and Italian (because medicine articles and researches).
RELIGION: Used to believe only in science, now is starting to believe in the wonderful machinary of the universe.
HEIGHT: 184cm
BODY TYPE: Tall, strong, with moderate toned muscles.
EYES: Gray, silver, green when in Agamotto mode, can make them look shiny pink to scare people.

SCARS: Hands (deep) and arms (slight) because of the fateful car crash.

SOCIAL MEDIA: Tumblr, Facebook (barely uses) and other apps.
SMOKE: Used to, but only for a limited time.
DRINK: Now he avoids, was an alcoholic before.
DRUGS: Never.
HOBBIES: Studying, reading, blogging, fighting mystical threats, saving the world, teaching, watching movies, Youtube, Netflix, training, practicing spells.

FAVORITE DRINK: Cappuccino with soy cream
FAVORITE FOOD: Lasagna, pasta, mousses, elaborated croquettes, cheese, chocolate pies (and elaborated classic British and Dutch pies), tiramisu, Nutella, Italian breads (most of them), French baguettes, French fries,
FAVORITE MUSIC: Mostly 70′s and 80′s rock, romantic and pop songs and others, such as Beyonce, Bono, Eminem, Metallica, Iron Maiden, ABBA, Green Day, Muse, Evanescence, Pink Floyd, Lordi, Roxette and many others.
CLOTHING STYLE: Sanctum Uniform, suits, casual T shirts, robes

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You nervously walked up to the Sanctum Sanctorum, but before even knocking, the door swung open. “Doctor Strange?” you called into the halls.

“Come to my study, second door on the right,” Doctor Strange’s voice echoed to you.

You cautiously wandered in, eyeing some of the artifacts out on display. You found Doctor Strange in his study, levitating to reach some high-up books.

“So, am I going to learn how to use magic to fly?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Not unless you manage to find a second Cloak of Levitation,” Doctor Strange replied as he floated back down, holding a couple books in his arms. “Before you can be a master in the mystic arts, you need to familiarize yourself with the Vishanti, the beings you can call on to increase your power.”

“How could I have expected anything less than studying?” you commented, trying not to sound too rude about it.

Doctor Strange gave a smirk. “I figured you wouldn’t want to just come here to read. So I’ll let you read about them on your own time. I’m sure that once you start, you’ll have a hard time putting it down. There’s still a lot you can do without their help.”

“Alright, so you’re not teaching me how to fly, and you’re not teaching me he mystic beings of power. What are you teaching me?”

“One of the basic skills of anyone with spiritual powers: projection into and sense of the astral plane,” Doctor Strange replied, setting the books on a table and sitting on his floor, inviting you to do the same.

“Isn’t that just basically becoming a ghost?” you asked, not too excited about the idea. You were hoping to learn how to shoot lightning from your hands like Doctor Strange can.

“In a sense, yes,” Doctor Strange replied, before guiding you through what to do.

A few minutes later, you were exploring your abilities in the astral plane. “Woah,” you said, your astral form hovering over New York, looking down at the city. This view alone made the lesson worth it.

“Be careful not to stay in your astral form so long that something would happen to your body, or you’ll tire out your magic,” Doctor Strange warned, his astral form hovering by you. “But it is nice to just take a moment sometimes to explore.”

“And here I thought you weren’t going to teach me how to fly,” you teased.

“Flying is one thing. Breaking all laws of known physics because you don’t have a physical form is another entirely,” Doctor Strange replied. “Let’s head back to our bodies and we can discuss some of the other uses for astral projection.” He reached out his ghostly hand to touch your arm, pulling the both of you back down to his Sanctum Sanctorum.

New Traditions

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: Loki, Thor, Doctor Strange, Reader

Rating: Not Rated

Warning: Will contain mild spoilers for Thor:Ragnarok 

Based on a prompt request from @reebgirl13. I hope everyone enjoys it :)

Why in the name of Asgard did I let Thor talk me into coming to this? Oh yeah that’s right, he threatened to drag me here, or have that so called “Master of the Mystic Arts” bring me here.

Sitting on the couch in the Stark Towers penthouse nursing a glass of punch, the God of Mischief was feeling anything but. Tony Stark’s private Christmas party for the Avengers was in full swing and even a few other notables had decided to stop by. One of them being the very Master of the Mystic Arts himself: Dr. Stephen Strange. Loki did everything he could to avoid looking his direction, lest Strange decide that it would be a fun party trick to send him through the floor multiple times.

Now that they were settling on Midgard, Thor had insisted that they learn the customs and traditions, including all the holidays. Seeing Thor try and throw himself into the different holidays ranged from both hilarious to humiliating. Looking at his brother who was dressed in what was supposed to be an ugly sweater by his standards and elk ears, it was verging more on humiliating.

Nursing his drink and refusing to socialize, Loki was too busy moping to realize at first that he was no longer alone on the couch.

“Want some?”

Startled, Loki turned and saw a metal flask in front of him. Holding it was an admittedly lovely Midgardian woman in a form fitting dress: You.

“Its whiskey, it improves the flavor of the punch.” You said.

Thinking why not, Loki held out his glass while you poured two shots into in. Taking a sip, Loki’s eyes about popped out of his head.

“Sorry, should have warned you its potent stuff.” You said chuckling.

“How you do humans drink that?” Loki asked sputtering.

“It’s an acquired taste, I admit.” You said, still smirking. “By the way I’m (Y/N). I’m assuming you are Loki of Asgard?”

“How did you guess?” Loki asked.

“Your preference for black and green is well known. As is what happened here in New York a few years back” You said.

“Yet you are sitting here next to me. Are you not afraid of me?” Loki asked, slightly confused.

“Well considering you are here in Stark Towers and not locked down with every conceivable rope or chain, I’m guessing your brother put in a word for you.” You said. “Besides, as a woman with an admitted taste for bad boys, I don’t scare easily”

“So how did you end up here?’ Loki asked.

“My roommate dragged me here. She works for Ms. Potts as an assistant and asked if she could bring me along. I figured free food and booze, so here I am.” You said.

“You don’t like gatherings?” Loki asked.

“I like them enough, when they are gatherings of people I know. I don’t know anyone else but her and seeing as everyone else here does, it makes it a tad awkward.” You admitted.

“So tell me, is this a typical example of a Midgard Party?” Loki inquired.

“I’m not sure there is a typical example, but most include food and drink. Sometimes alcohol is involved. It just depends on the people throwing the party.” You said taking another drink.

“Back on Asgard, our feasts would put this to shame” Loki said wistfully.

“Feasts, as in tables of food, wine everywhere and a ton of people?” You asked.

“Oh yes, half of this room would have been nothing but beasts hunted down a few days before and prepared while another part would be more casks of wine than you could count. I always had to make sure that a few casks of my favorite would be hidden, lest Thor drink them first.” Loki said smiling.

“I always imagined on a place like Asgard, feasts would be the norm.” You said curious.

“They were, I miss them greatly. I never thought I would but I do.” Loki said, somewhat sad.

Feeling a tad bit of sympathy for the God sitting next to you, you decided to be more friendly and at least try and enjoy the party.

“Will you tell me more about Asgard?” you asked.

For the next few hours, Loki did just that. Telling stories about everything from the different animals that would roam the courtyards to a few embarrassing stories about Thor that Thor had long since forgotten about, the two of you just simply chatted and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company.

The two of you were so busy laughing over something that Thor had done as a kid that you hadn’t realized that the rest of the party had suddenly gone quiet and were observing you two. Finally noticing that it was quiet, the two of you looked around to see what was wrong. Glancing up, you groaned. Loki looked up and was confused.

“Real funny, whomever did this” you said.

“What is that?” Loki asked.

“It’s mistletoe Loki, it’s a sacred plant here and its part of a very important ritual on here on Midgard” Thor said, pleased as punch to know this.

Looking at you Loki asked “Is it?”

Face palming, you replied “Well I guess it could be considered that. What I would like to know is how is it levitating above us?”

“Oh that would be courtesy of Doctor Strange here” Thor said, putting a hand on Strange’s shoulder. Strange for the most part looked impassive.

“You so owe me for this Thor Odinson” Strange remarked.

“So what’s this “very important ritual?” Loki asked.

Blushing slightly you replied “It’s a Christmas Tradition that if you and another are under the mistletoe, you are supposed to kiss”

“Only Midgard would have such a tradition” Loki grumbled.

“Now come on brother, we are supposed to be learning new traditions to teach our fellow Asgardians. We must set an example.” Thor said.

“I don’t see any of our fellow Asgardians here brother.” Loki scowled. “Just how do you intend to set an example.”

“Oh these guys are gonna make portraits of it with those little pocket things” Thor said, grinning like mad as everyone pulled out their phones.

“What say you?” Loki asked sighing heavily.

“Might as well since I get the impression they will stay there till we do.” You replied. Putting your drink down and your hands on Loki’s face, you pulled him in for what ended up being a more passionate kiss than you had intended. Despite themselves, the crowd, including your roommate ended up cheering and snapped away.

As you let Loki go, Doctor Strange let the sprig of mistletoe drop between you and walked off.  Thor eagerly began trying to get the so called portraits so he could show them off.

As the crowd dispersed, the both of you remained on the couch still red faced.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that.” You said, taking a drink.

“I apologize for my brother. I may be killing him later. If I put this so called mistletoe in his ale, will that do the trick?” Loki asked.

“Well since he is a god, Im not sure. It might make him sick though.” You replied.

“I could kick whomever put him up to this.” Loki grumbled as he watched Thor brag about it. “Though…”

“Though what?” you asked.

“I must admit, I somewhat enjoyed it. The kiss that is.”

Licking your own lips, it slowly hit you that you had just kissed a god.

“I kinda did too” you admitted.

“Would you by chance be interested in helping me play a small trick on my brother for this?” Loki asked.


“Shall we?” Loki asked, gesturing.