This Inktober seems to be a time of throwbacks to old and beloved fandoms and characters for me. For today, it’s my beloved Loki Laufeyson. He certainly isn’t perfect, but I have a colossal soft spot for him. I’ve never actually drawn him before though, mostly because Tom Hiddleston’s face is a thing of perfection and has always been intimidating to try to recreate, but I suppose now is as good a time as any, especially with Ragnarok just around the corner!
Someone please write me a fic where Person A is a hockey player that rents/plays/practices at the same rink as an elite figure skating school that Person B attends and the hockey team and the figure skaters are always arguing about time slots and hating each other but Person A and Person B fall in love and it becomes like Romeo and Juliet On Ice™
… What would you guys prefer, one sketchdump of stuff like this at the end of the week or can I just post them whenever I want and you won’t be mad at me for filling your dashboard with sheet like this? xD
Anyway, school doodles without any references! *u*
Everything that could go wrong today basically went wrong. And though I thought I was getting better health-wise, I was in for a surprise this morning when my food decided to come back up. At first I thought of not posting this, but then I figured no one really likes Loki anyway and I’m not gonna redo it, sooo a simple, messy little drawing for him will do~
I used a ref of Loki (as in the Marvel Universe Loki) because of obvious reasons.
NOTES/WARNINGS: God of Mischief can’t stay out of it for long. Some fighting, nothing really graphic
You’re in one of the Asguardian libraries, nose buried in a book about seidr- Asguardian magic. Loki was at the other side of the library, leaning over a table, planing something. He had requested you tried your hand at seidr, and you want to be rude and refuse. Besides, magic is pretty awesome. You stare at the Futhark and glance at the notes on a separate page you had in your hand. The page was filled with translations for individual letters for Futhark, and some common words, which you used to slowly de-code the book. Translating the books was getting easier, but it was still frustrating. You’d been trying this for a week now, occasionally going out to train blow some steam off with Loki or Thor by weapons training. You’d gotten pretty good with the throwing knives, and could wield a sword pretty well, but now you were trying to learn lance and spears, before moving on to hand-to-hand combat.