magic and mischief

By The Willow Shade

TITLE: By The Willow Shade


AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a witch (on Earth) and accidentally summoning Loki. He gets angry and confused, but ends up actually liking your company and teaches you more magic.



    “Willow; for the last time: No!” Was the first thing that Thor and Odin heard as Loki walked into the more private dining hall reserved for the royal family with a rather exasperated look on his face.

    “Oh, come on! Pleeeease?” Willow pleaded insistently as she followed him in, “I’ll give you a month!”

    “You could give me the rest of your life; the answer is still no,” Loki snapped with a finality to his tone as he dropped down to his seat.

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Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present: THE MARAUDER’S MAP.


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That time Disneyland Paris celebrated thier 5th Anniversary by adding a Hunchback theme to the castle back in 1997

That time Disney World launched thier happiest celebration on earth in 2005 as a tribute to Disneyland California being open for 50 years!

That time Disney World celebrated thier 25th anniversary with a gigantic cake in 1996!

And most subtle but most impressive, that time in 2015 that Disneyland California announced they were lacing the castle with diamonds for the most expensive and elegant castle yet for the big 60!

For you, @drsallysparrow, several months late.

“Georgie,” Fred whispered, arching a brow and digging his elbow into his brother’s ribs as soon as they poured out of Filch’s office. “Have a look.”

“Well then,” George remarked, eyeing the worn piece of parchment in his twin’s hand. “A whole drawer of confiscated items and you thought the blank bit of parchment was probably best?” He reached for it, giving it a skeptical once-over. “For this I wasted a dungbomb?” 

“A dungbomb at the inconvenience of Filch is never a dungbomb wasted,” Fred told him smartly. “Anyway, considering the drawer, there’s obviously more to it. Unlike you,” he added, nudging him. “Who possess nothing beneath your stunningly handsome facade.”

“A handsomeness that I wear better, by the way,” George assured his twin, not looking up. “Hm,” he murmured to himself. “If it were me, I would- ”

He stopped, frowning in thought.

“Oh good,” Fred said, fighting a yawn. “I was hoping you’d come to an abrupt stop.” He leaned against the wall, kicking one leg out to cross it over the other. “Frankly, if it weren’t for your unerring mystery, I’d have run off a long time ago.”

George raised his wand and tapped it against the parchment. “Revelio,” he muttered, and then watched as a series of words began to spread across the page.

No, it said. Don’t feel like it.

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Imagine Loki protecting you from a sibling who is a literal walking nightmare(doing drugs, stealing, and threatening your family, even when you’re grown up, they still threaten you) Imagine Loki using spells and magic to keep you safe at home and to alert him whenever you feel scared or threatened.


                       “Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
                         Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
                                            are proud to present
                                       ‘THE MARAUDER’S MAP.’”

Imagine before Loki tried to take over Asgard he helped teach magic along side his mother. You were selected to be his apprentice and though he was a tough teacher you learned a lot and admired him. A short time later you find yourself the lone voice trying to intercede on your mentor’s behalf as the events in Asgard begin to unfold.