while trawling back through my artblog i found this that i desperately wanted to redraw. there’s certain points in the year where i’m overwhelmed with my love for kid loki and leah…usually when i see magpies and get stressed out.
i know milkshakes are their thing, but i reckon they could branch out into other fruity, dairy treats, if only they’d had the chance.
In which the Green Goth Babe Brigade explains their origins:
Loki: Okay, so I used to be the God of Evil, formed the first Avengers team with my horseplay, fought some superheroes, schemed some schemes, did some cackling, bit of bloodshed, had fun. Then he got bored with himself, decided to orchestrate his own 110% Extra murder-suicide, died.
Until Thor resurrected/made/??? a little fun size kiddy Loki. He was sweet and good and perfect and everyone hated his fucking guts. He killed himself to save everyone. Which is where the Bird came in–the bird was also Loki, God of Evil Loki, except not, except yes, except not, because he was basically a copy-paste of G.o.E. Loki’s memories/soul that gained its/his own sentience while chilling out as a shade/corvid. Possessed the dead Kid Loki’s leftover body. Sad times. Pretty gross.
Magpie Loki tried to hold onto some of that Classic Asshole vibe, couldn’t stomach it, his conscience–holy shit! a conscience! that’s new! I’d never had one of those, wow, I wonder how that’ll affect him/me–tried to kill him. He tries to clean up his act, become a good god, ran some errands for Mom. Turns out Mom was in cahoots with Crazy Future King Loki who popped in to visit our present and fuck shit up for Magpie Loki. There was a whole fighting destiny thing. Magpie Loki blew himself up rather than become his future self. Aw.
But then there was another Loki! God of Stories! Kicks the Future’s ass, saves the gods, gives the Future a hug and kiss, makes him into tasteful scepter-jewelry, and then runs for President. And here I am today!
… one friggin month later… I started sketching this after reading the ending of AoA (which was tearjerkingly lovely and bittersweet and … I miss that series already. Let’s hope Loki will keep following the path he chose in aoa, at least for a little while) and between moving houses and starting work, I never got time to finish it properly. ‘can’t wait to go back home and save my custom brushes from my old computer. Sai’s default inking brushes suck… and I hate coloring stuff.
My thoughts on Leah and Verity meeting for the first time:
Leah would be fond of Verity right away if she knew Loki really cared about her. She sees Loki loves and cares about a mortal? Even if Loki isn’t the kid she grew up with she knows they’re still compassionate at heart. So she figures Verity must be special and if Loki likes her she’ll like her. Leah went through a lot of life alone and is aching for companionship, so she wouldn’t want to pass up meeting a new friend.
Verity would see this tall goddess who is in some ways scarier than Loki, but knows that Loki trusts her and knows that she has good intentions. Leah and Verity can share stories about Loki and laugh together, but Leah also has some pretty incredible stories of her own to share. If they got to spend time together I they would really grow on each other.
Okay, so here’s the thing about romance – happily ever after
is basically the beginning of the end.
Maybe my idea of romance is a little tied up in actual Romanticism. (I mean, have you seen the Romantics? Those
guys were super goth, complete with hair like Eldritch circa First and Last and
Always.) As an intellectual point of
view that is the antithesis to Enlightenment era order and rationalism,
Romanticism is about unpredictability and extremes. Which are not sustainable in a happily ever
after situation. Nothing is less
romantic than all that mundane stuff that comes in the settling down aftermath
of happily ever after. Therefore, I
contend that the best romance has a tragic ending, preserving forever a sublime
heartbreak that hurts-so-good.
Which brings me to Kid Loki and Leah of Hel. Their story spans Kieron Gillen’s @kierongillen run on
Journey Into Mystery (2011-2012), with bonus feels occurring in Young Avengers
(2013). Leah is the handmaiden of Hela,
sent to aid Loki in various tasks. In
need of not just a helper but also a friend, Kid Loki enthusiastically embraces
Leah’s companionship, seemingly impervious to her attempts at keeping her
distance by way of sardonic banter.
There are moments when you realize that Leah doesn’t
actually dislike Loki, that as a literal embodiment of Hela’s left hand, Leah
lacks the autonomy to form a bond with him.
And your heart will break a little. Then there are moments when you realize that
they’re both just doomed, and your heart will break a lot. They are each in their own way children
isolated from meaningful connections by forces profoundly outside of their
control. But they have each other. Until they don’t, because they can’t. This isn’t even romance with a tragic
ending. It’s romance with a tragic
BUT IT GETS EVEN MORE TRAGIC! The romance of Kid Loki and Leah of Hel is ultimately
about stabbing yourself in the heart to hurt the one who cares about you most,
but for their own good. A preemptive act
of love and betrayal all at once. And so
the romance is preserved forever precisely because it emphatically can’t ever
happen. And it just…hurts. So good.
Read through Manchester Gods for a nice, cathartic cry. Read through to the end for a great, gasping
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