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The Governess and the Liesmith - Chapter Two

TITLE OF STORY: The Governess and the Liesmith
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: 2/?
AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki
GENRE: Fluff, Drama, Angst…
FIC SUMMARY: Sigyn finds herself accepting the position of governess to Prince Loki’s children. She quickly endears herself to them, despite her firm hand, but the closeness and trust she worked so hard for is threatened by the return of the children’s notoriously absent father.
RATING: T
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES/FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Thanks to @sweetsigyn for giving me the prompt, and thanks to my beta @ladyaudiophile for putting up me :P As always, please let me know what you think. xoxox

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I’ve reached a follower milestone I never thought I would hit, so I wanted to take a moment to say thank you. 2015 has simultaneously been the most challenging and rewarding year of my life. Events brought me lower than I’ve ever been—but also made me happier than I could have imagined. I couldn’t be more grateful for the support of friends (and even perfect strangers who took the time to be kind) along the way.

I’ve never done a Follow Forever because I’ve always been afraid of forgetting someone. Know that I adore every single person who populates this fandom, whether we interact on a daily basis or not. Thank you for sharing your imagination, talents, and enthusiasm, and for making the MCU fandom such a wonderful, inspiring place to call home.

❄ Writers I admire ❄ 

cavaleirahh, claricechiarasorcha, izazov, jaggedcliffs, karuvapattalizardbethsmikkeneko, mykingdomforapen, portraitoftheoddity,rynfinity, teresa-dances-in-sequins, theotherodinson, veliseraptor

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❄ Friends and blogs that make me smile ❄

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mutuals in boldface

Thank You, Loki Worldbreaker, for showing me that which I did not know how to see.

Thank You, Marvel Loki, for laughing with me.

Thank You, Loki Shapeshifter, for helping me inject testosterone for the past three years.

Thank You, Loki Lord of Animals, for reminding me to respect the many beings around me, no matter their form.

Thank You, Loki Beloved, for encouraging me to change even when it is scary and hard.

Thank You, Loki Liesmith, for teaching me to balance truth, tact, and useful omissions.

Thank You, King Loki, for reminding me of my sovereignty.

Thank You, Loki Scarlip, for teaching me the uses of a holy silence in the shadows.

Thank You, Loki Earthshaker, for sharing Your anger and might with me.

Thank You, Loki Pain-Holder, for teaching me that pain is sacred.

Thank You, Loki Eldest of Queers, for honouring my self expression.

Thank You, Loki Ghostbuster, for always protecting me.

Thank You, Loki Skytreader, for sharing marvelous adventures with me.

Thank You, Loki Bringer of Gifts, for the books, the inspiration, the necklace, and the well-timed arrival of new government papers.

Thank You, Loki Sacred Witness, for waking me in the night to talk about fear, anxiety, and pain when I was scared.

Thank You, Loki Laughing, for reminding me to be Your sunny priest.

Thank You, Loki Mover of Stories, for pushing my wyrd along.

Thank You, Loki Middle-Being, for residing in liminal spaces with me.

I love You, Loki.

The Governess and the Liesmith

TITLE OF STORY: The Governess and the Liesmith
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: 1/?
AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki
GENRE: Fluff, Drama, Angst…
FIC SUMMARY: Sigyn finds herself accepting the position of governess to Prince Loki’s children. She quickly endears herself to them, despite her firm hand, but the closeness and trust she worked so hard for is threatened by the return of the children’s notoriously absent father.
RATING: T
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES/FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: @sweetsigyn suggested a fic wherein Sigyn babysits Loki’s children, or something along those lines. What my brain concocted was something that has a lot of elements of The Sound of Music (but the kids are wild and Sigyn is stern), and a dozen other things featuring nannies or babysitters. Still a work in progress at the the time of posting, but I’ve got most of it plotted out, so hopefully it all comes together. Let me know what you think. xoxox

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I used to roleplay years ago and have given it up completely before coming across Siffed and Liesmith-Loki. The way they wrote their characters and their storyline inspired me to start roleplaying again. Liesmith-Loki portrays Loki in a such vulnerable but approachable state that I really admire while Siffed really highlights Sif’s strengths and attitude. I’m very thankful for them being such great roleplayers. — Anonymous

Thor set the sleek new Stark Phone Tony had provided for him on his dresser, knowing from experience that the slim design was prone of falling out of any pocket or fold of clothing when one was soaring through the air.  He crossed the room Tony let him occupy to the balcony beyond, already twirling Mjolnir in his hand.  In a moment, he was airborne, circling around Stark Tower in a still somewhat befuddled search for his wayward brother.

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Some people have been wondering why it takes me so long to get out new doodles–part of the problem is, of course, time constraint.  The other problem is what I am showing you right here. 
This Cintiq of mine was made in 2004, and I’ve owned it for about 5-6 years.  It weighs almost 20 pounds, requires the tangle of cords you see there to function, has no proper drivers, and is starting to not work at all.
I KNOW there are less expensive tablets than the cintiq style monitor tablets, but I had one of the regular sorts for years and it never was quite right.  I could use it for colouring, but the dis-association of hand and visual drawing was something I could never get used to, even through years of use.
Anyway.  Trying to save for a Cintiq, but things like my mortgage and medical bills and trying to put together costumes makes it a slow process.

Anyway–just a peek at what I do, I guess?

Das Gespräch

Thor eyed the door before him, beyond which his estranged brother was said to be living.  He had been transported here rather suddenly by the friendly Kurt Wagner, who had just as suddenly transported himself away.  Thor shifted his weight a bit, taking a deep breath into his lungs.  If he were to be honest with himself, he would have much rather continued a conversation with the furry mutant than begin this conversation with Loki.  Kurt, at least, had little to hide from the god of thunder, and his voice was kind.  The same could not be said of Loki.

He stalled a moment more, raking a hand through his hair and trying to prepare himself for the talk ahead, thoughts straying to the events that had happened in the last year.  The whole of his childhood and adolescence had been spent with a solid foundation, his family at the core of his security and talents, his understanding of the world true and unshakable.  Then the day had come for him to ascend the throne– and piece by piece, slowly at first and then all at once, his world had become unhinged.  First, being outcast– then, as soon as he had begun to think he could adapt to that, he learned he had been deceived and was almost killed by his brother– his brother whose pain he had not fully understood until later, until after he fell before Thor’s eyes from the bifrost he’d destroyed.

And then, not so long after the mourning for Loki had become something that didn’t sting like a fresh wound, came the knowledge he was alive and wreaking havoc on Midgard.  Wounds were opened anew– on both sides.  And new wounds were created.  Thor shoved his hand through his hair again, not caring how much he mussed it.  He’d finally learned he couldn’t trust Loki, only to have that knowledge, too, shift and break below him.  He’d watched Asgard, his golden home, torn to shreds, had watched the boat carrying his mother set aflame and drop off the edge of the world, and then, he had watched his once-brother die in his arms for a second time.

And for a second time had discovered Loki was alive.  It was enough to drive one mad– and he wondered if Loki wasn’t truly mad for that very reason, if his constant juggling of lies and truth hadn’t warped his mind beyond recognition.  Thor wondered how much of Loki’s mind he had ever truly known, and if he would recognize it now, given the opportunity.

He blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.  He still wasn’t at all certain of what he was supposed to say, but there was little point in wasting more time standing in the hallway.  He stepped forward, knocking on the door with a heavier hand than he’d intended to use, and silently prayed for enough luck to make this conversation worthwhile.