I just thought about this. Thor can’t tell between the real and the illusion. I mean, Thor doesn’t know that it was Loki who is “disguised” as Odin. Thor doesn’t know that the dead body he was holding and he was crying on wasn’t Loki. Nope. Thor can’t see through Loki’s illusions.
I believe the only reason he noticed about Loki putting on the illusion in this scene is, because he knows that Loki loves Frigga, his mother, despite him being mischief, greedy, or whatever they call it. Beside, in the deleted scene, Thor caught Frigga “visiting” Loki in the prison. Thor is sure that Loki will be very sad after he heard about his mother died. Especially when Loki didn’t see Frigga for the very last time to say goodbye.
Imagine you’re a volunteer at a local shelter for abused men. Loki is the newest resident, fleeing from his abusive girlfriend. The two of you become friends, and soon fall in love and start dating. He’s being very cautious, but he’s starting to open up to you as you, through good words and kindness, show him that love isn’t supposed to hurt.
I was hoping to request a story where Loki starts dating a midusrdian gothic girl, and while most people assume she must be sad or mopey and such, she is actually quite confodent and witty. It’s part of what attracts Loko to her. I love your blog!!!
Oh my word, thank you so much! I assume you mean Midgardian? Either way, I can do this! Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!
Loki can remember the first time he saw you. You were actually being teased by some young adults around you, and he stood back and watched.
First, he snickered at the comments they made. Comments about your red and black lace corset, sitting atop a long-sleeve black shirt with a floor-length battered skirt. Your hair was wavy down your back and your make-up was heavy around your eyes, and the kids kept calling you a “raccoon” and accused of “wearing your depression like a fashion statement.”
But it was your comments back that caught his attention.
“At least I’m confident enough to cover my body and still walk with pride.”
“There are other animals with rings around it’s eyes: pandas, lemurs, meerkats. Be original, man.”
“Are you done? I have a class to ace.”
Loki could remember how much his chest swelled with pride for a woman he had never even met.
And that’s when he decided he had to meet you.
“Excuse me,” he lulls lowly, “is this seat taken?”
He watched you blow on your coffee lightly as you flickered your heavily mascara’d eyelashes up towards him.
But the apathetic fire brewing behind your eyes only edged Loki on.
“Miss?” he asked.
But you were waiting to see what he would do. Would he sit down? Would he stand there and wait? Would he walk away?
You watched him sit down, his eyes never leaving yours, as a light smile crooked upon your cheek.
He leaned back into his chair and crossed his leg over his knee, his chest broad and his attitude pompous.
So you decided to put him in his place a bit.
“No,” you say lightly before taking a sip of your coffee.
Loki held your stare. He knew what you were trying to do, and he enjoyed the game you were attempting to play.
“Yes,” he says lightly.
“I never asked for anything,” you shoot back.
“I never assumed you would,” he says knowingly as a woman sets a coffee down in front of him.
“So then what is the future preset ‘yes’ for?” you question as you pick up your coffee to sip it again.
And as he leans forward and places his forearms onto the coffee table, your eyes hold his beautiful stare as he murmurs lowly, “Whatever you wish.”
That was eight months ago.
Every week the two of you would meet in that coffee shop, and every week the two of you would banter back and forth, challenging each other’s wit and seeing how far you could feed…and deflate…each other’s egos.
You had come to look forward to those coffee dates.
But one day, when you had been released from your last class of the semester, you found him standing against the cement steps as he looks up at you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Loki?” you ask as you try to bury the smile creeping along your cheeks.
“Ah, so you are happy to see me?” he asks as he clasps his hands behind his back and watches you slowly descend the steps.
“Actually, I’m happy that my semester is over, but if it helps your ego, you’re more than welcome to take credit,” you smirk.
“Then I shall take credit where I can get it,” he lulls lowly as he slowly slips his arm around your waist.
“Begging for scraps…not really your thing,” you lull as your eyes flicker mischievously up towards his.
“Oh, look!” a girl jeers, “Maybe now our little meerkat will be able to expand the colors in her closet!”
“Thank you!” you yell back as the girl stares at you in confusion.
Even Loki cocked his eyebrow a bit at your sentiment.
“You know!” you yell out again as you turn around and feel Loki pull your back flush to his chest, “For being original this time!”
And you and Loki chuckled to yourselves as the girl huffed and puffed away.
“You’re perfect,” Loki leans down and mumbles into your ear.
And for the first time in eight months, you conceded to the want in you and nuzzled the side of your head into his lips.
And for the first time in eight months, Loki didn’t have a sarcastic thing to say.
Imagine Loki is an owner of a pizza restaurant and you are the owner of a pizza food truck. Both of you get great reviews and hear about it from one another until you two finally meet one day and decided to team up to create an ultimate pizza recipe. Along the way you two fall for each other.
Feathers fell from your wings and drifted down to the ground before dissolving into nothing. The gold gleamed in the sun, sending bright streaks of light in every direction.
Loki stared in awe as your feet gracefully hit the floor. You were exquisite, beautiful and otherworldly. As you stepped towards him, your legs shook - a sign that you had been flying about for a long while.
“Loki, brother of Thor and son of Odin.” You greeted. “God of mischief and lies. I am (Y/N) and I have come to take you back to Asgard.”
“So they can lock me up again?” He hissed, taking one stride towards you, coming right up to your face. “Why bother?”
“You’re a mad man.” You say. “And you’re a danger to mankind.”
Loki’s hand ran down your cheek and across your collarbone.
“A danger, am I?” He asked, tilting his head to one side and bringing his lips up to your ear. “Do you like danger, (Y/N)?”
The next day, Loki and Alexandra hardly spoke two words to one another passed him asking her if she was alright after what they had done the night before. She simply nodded and thanked him for trying to be gentle with her. Dressing in their clothes, the sat with their family for breakfast.
“The Bifrost is ready when you are.” The Allfather declared. The pair looked at him for a moment before looking at one another and then back to him. “For your honeymoon…” He looked at them as though they had taken leave of their senses.
“I…” Loki looked at Alexandra again, who seemed more interested in the food on her plate. “It is not necessary.”