no wonder loki's so into horses

The weird and wonderful minds of the genderfluid trend. Check out my recent conversation:

Children as young as five can be genderfluid because when I was a child I used to wear skirts but I also wanted to be the red power ranger.

It probably means you’re just a girl who liked to wear skirts and you didn’t care if a power ranger is a guy or girl? That doesn’t make you “genderfluid”

The fact that I’m genderfluid has nothing to do with my preferences towards one gender stereotype or another, that was the point. I’m genderfluid because What gender I identify as is fluid, it changes from week to week or day to day. That has to do with how I personally feel. And furthermore if you’re going to put genderfluid in quotes like a pretentious ass, I’d like to tell you that genderfluidity has existed since the viking times.

That still doesn’t make you “genderfluid” babe, you’re either a male or a female who enjoys a few non traditional male/female perks, putting on a skirt doesn’t make you a female for the day if you’re a male, wanting to be the red power ranger doesn’t make you a male for the day if you’re a female so how can you use these as examples of switching between male and female? There’s no such thing as switching between male and female and calling it its own gender. And no it hasn’t existed since viking times, it hasn’t existed at all until some teenagers weren’t feeling special enough anymore.

Okay first of all, don’t fucking call me babe.  I am not your significant other so don’t fucking call me babe.  Secondly, THAT WAS THE POINT OF THE REPLY. Thirdly, Loki is literally genderfluid, he is literally a genderfluid god.  It’s not that he’s a “shapeshifter” because all the Norse gods can shapeshift, he literally is “fluid between a man and a woman” he is referred to as the mother of some of his children and the father of others.  Loki is genderfluid, that’s literally a thing.  And if you wanna say “I don’t know that for a fact” IT’S MY FUCKING RELIGION. Stop talking down to me I’m a fucking adult.

You want to be treated as an adult yet your evidence to suggest that “genderfluid” is a thing and has always existed is a fucking mythical deity. You believe he’s “genderfluid” because he gave birth… to a horse with 8 legs. Grow up ffs.

DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE DISRESPECT MY RELIGION ON GROUNDS THAT IT HAS NO BEARING IN MY IDENTITY GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG. (I didn’t add the caps, this is copy and pasted)

You’re the one who used a mythical person who gives birth to an 8-legged horse as proof of genderfluid existing since viking times, you’re the one who brought this shit up, don’t get mad now that I’ve made you look like a complete weirdo with no argument.

All you’re doing is making yourself look like a fucking asshole which I will submit my good friend as proof because she thinks you’re being an asshole too. You’re disrespecting my identity, my religion, and talking down to me like I’m a child.  

Now you’re playing the victim card because your argument was dismantled. I’m an asshole because you can’t prove gender fluidity has existed since viking times as you claimed? I’m an asshole because you can’t prove that genderfluid is a real thing as you claimed? Whatever helps you sleep at night.

Their friend interjects: The fact that this deity has been around since Viking times if proof enough, asshole. Look at that, isn’t it magical? A mythical deity existing since viking times is proof of a gender identity existing since viking times.  ISN’T.  THAT.  MAGICAL?

You do realize it’s a mythical deity for a reason… it’s a myth… a fairytale… uh it ain’t real guys. Although it does make sense that if you believe a guy gave birth to an 8 legged horse then it’s no wonder you believe you’re genderfluid. I’d love to hear some real examples of gender fluidity existing since the viking times but a fairytale isn’t exactly what I would call solid evidence.

The friend replies to this post: Ok, look asshole. For a “fairytale” to have an identity, the concept of said identity needs to have been thought up. As such, since Loki is genderfluid, the concept of gender fluidity needs to have existed. The “fairytale” part is irrelevant.

Your friend said gender fluidity has been happening since viking times. The proof was Loki. Fucking Loki. So if a mythical fairytale god giving birth to an 8 legged horse proves that gender fluidity was a real thing, it must mean that we should be mating humans with bulls and expecting a baby minotaur because hey the fairytale of minotaurs existed so obviously it must be a real thing today too. You heard her guys, let’s go start fucking bulls and identifying as minotaurs because a mythological tale said it’s real. Are you even hearing yourself ffs lmao “because something was thought up in mythological texts, it needs to have existed,” you do understand the definition of myths don’t you, which is what Loki is, a myth - “a widely held but false belief or idea.” Holy shit. You can’t use Loki as your inspiration to think you can magically change your gender whenever you please, I wish your mom told you he’s not real so I didn’t have to be the one to break it to you. 

And now I’m blocked.

Questionable Intentions

A/N: This isn’t the first fic I’ve written but it’s the first one I’ve felt comfortable posting so Happy Thanksgiving here have a shitty fanfic. 

Warnings: Swearing

(psst part 2 here Splitting Hairs)

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You and Thor had been friends since New Mexico. You were one of the waitresses at the diner Jane, Darcy, and he had eaten at and had the “pleasure” of serving him. While he was staying with them they became regulars. Once, when he came in alone you two had struck up a conversation. As a teen, you were interested in all kinds of mythology, while greek tended to be your favorite you read as much as you could not excluding Norse. You had always loved the myths involving Loki and Thor and you proceeded to ask him thousands of questions, one of which was, can I meet your brother? Thor replied saying one day he’d either take you to Asgard or bring his brother to you. This was before all the fighting went down and even though you almost died you still wanted to meet the infamous Asgardian.

It had been about a year since you had seen Thor when you next saw him and his brother on the news during the battle in New York. You didn’t think he would be coming to get you anytime soon but you had grown impatient and decided to take matters into your own hands. You quit your job and moved to New York managing to get a job in the cafe across the street from the Avengers Tower. Much to your dismay Thor didn’t stop in for a quick coffee like you thought he would. You’re such an idiot you thought why would a Norse God drop in for coffee he has much better things to do. You still kept your job not being able to move back to New Mexico and got a pleasant surprise a few months into your job. Thor had stopped in with a man you recognized to be Hawkeye. “Lady Y/N” he boomed “I didn’t expect to see you here” you smiled and took their order and asked thor how Loki was doing. He explained that Loki would be staying in Midgard for a while. “Would you still like to meet him?” Thor asked and you nodded. Eager that you were finally getting to meet the god.

That evening, when your shift was over, you walked across the street to the tower. When you walked in you found Thor and the rest of the Avengers waiting for you and while you were very excited to meet them all you wondered where Loki was hiding. Thor took you upstairs to the common room where you saw Loki sitting on the couch reading a book. You looked up at Thor seeming to ask permission to move closer to Loki and he nudged you towards the couch. You quickly moved to sit by the trickster, saying a quick hello. He only grunted in response and went back to his book.

“So,” you said leaning in a bit closer to him “did you really fuck a horse?” you ask out of nowhere

“What?!” Loki practically shrieks. No one had dared to talk to him like that, not even in Asgard.

“I said, did you really fuck a horse” you repeated as Thor sat in the background, chuckling, you had been this way when you first met him.

“I mean… yes…” Loki said looking away to examine the girl asking him such ludicrous

questions.

“Well was it rape? It seemed like low key horse rape when I read about it” you said. Loki was speechless he didn’t know how to react. Part of him wanted to kill you but another part of him enjoyed your childlike bluntness.

“Well if you’re not going to answer I’ll move on” Loki chuckled as you thought of your next question “so you fucked a horse… and you got pregnant…. And gave birth to a horse, but not just any horse an eight-legged horse. Dude, that must’ve sucked. Did it suck?”

Loki only nodded a yes in response still confused as to who you were and why you were here.

“Are you aware that your father rides your son?” you said

“What?” Loki asked again

“Odin rides your son, Sleipnir” you stated

“Okay, one, Odin isn’t my father. Two, how do you know about Sleipnir?” he asked

“I read” you answered and shrugged already knowing your next question “Why do you have such a horney helmet?” Loki looked shocked and confused

“The horns,” you said “ on your helmet. They’re so unnecessary”

Loki looked you dead and the eye and responded with “aesthetic” to which you replied with a nod

“So do you have a hair kink?” you asked after a beat of silence.

“No,” Loki said a little too quickly for your liking

“Right: you said drawing out the word “so you just stole Sif’s hair for fun”

“I never stole anyone’s hair,” Loki said

“Yes you did” you replied pulling out your phone to look up the story “see” you pointed to the screen and read “He knew that Sif’s hair of gold was Thor’s greatest treasure – and he was determined to take it away from him. And while she was asleep, Loki took his shears and chopped off Sif’s hair, every single lovely lock!”

“Just because it’s in your stupid books doesn’t mean it’s true,” Loki said starting to get annoyed by you

“So you DON’T have a hair kink,” you said

“No, I do not have a hair kink” Loki confirmed

“Do you always dress like a girl? Not that I have a problem with people who dress like girls” you said

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” Loki said

“Well I read another story about how you had to pretend to be one of Freya’s handmaiden and Thor had to dress as Freya,” you said

“What did I just say about your books?” he questioned

“You said they were stupid,” you said

“And” he pressed

“And that they aren’t always real” you finished

“Exactly, so why don’t you bother someone else with your idiotic questions,” The trickster said finally snapping. He had hit a soft spot when he called your questions stupid but you were used to people getting annoyed by you and you were having fun so you decided to ask a few more questions pretty much completely ignoring the god’s request that you leave him alone. “You’re a frost giant, right?” you said

“Yes” he confirmed the question seemed harmless enough

“So why are you so short? Are you giant somewhere else?” you smirked

“Excuse me?” Loki responded and realized his fault in answering your previous question

“Do you have a big dick?” you asked bluntly

“That’s it. I’m done” Loki said standing up

“So you have a small dick, noted,” you said chuckling

“Why would you even ask that you mewling quim?” he spat

“Just curious. No need to call me names” you said

“Well curiosity killed the cat,” he says

“But satisfaction brought it back” you finished

Loki made his move to leave but before he could get too far you asked one more question “Why did everybody hate you so much” you said generally confused

Loki turned around and gave you a look “I’m not exactly the nicest Asgardian” he replied before turning to leave

“But you killed a guy with mistletoe,” you said before he could leave “that’s awesome”

“That god was also adored by others,” Loki said

“He was also the strongest god and you killed him by having someone else throw a piece of mistletoe at him” you replied sounding amazed “And the books weren’t lying about your looks either”

“You think I’m attractive,” he said coming closer to you as you shrugged in response

“I mean you aren’t the worst man I’ve seen” you say turning your attention to your phone thinking Loki is going to leave

“Really?” he asks sitting back down beside you instead

“Now you’re just fishing for compliments,” you say smiling at him

“And how would you know. Maybe I truly do not believe a woman could find me attractive” he says chiding

“Because I do it all the time sweetheart” you respond

“You know, once you stop asking annoying questions you become tolerable,” He says

“You really think so?” You ask

“That’s another question” he responds. The room goes quiet and he eventually goes back to his book and you turn to your phone.

“Can I meet all of your animal babies?” Loki just chuckles and continues reading

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Thank you all for reading, thanks to @rosaleebasicbtch for being awesome and reading this over for me and @21waywardheathens (Who it’s not letting me tag???) for editing this a bit and giving me a title -G

A Warrior's Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Nine

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think. 

RATING: Mature.

The other four adults were sitting down discussing what was to be expected from the next summer raids, which Odin had decided were once again to be on Midgard, but with even more ships, when Loki stormed into the room, his eyes focused on his wife. He glared at her for a moment before she realised she had reason to worry.

“Explain why have you been beating her.” He demanded, ignoring all others present.

“She is a thrall, what other reason need I give?” the woman dismissed. “You take far too much interest in her. I must ask how you noticed any markings on her but for her to be not fully clothed.” The accusations in her words only enraged Loki further.

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Questionable Intentions

A/N: This isn’t the first fic I’ve written but it’s the first one I’ve felt comfortable posting so Happy Thanksgiving here have a shitty fanfic.

Warnings: Swearing

(psst part 2 here Splitting Hairs)

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You and Thor had been friends since New Mexico. You were one of the waitresses at the diner Jane, Darcy, and he had eaten at and had the “pleasure” of serving him. While he was staying with them they became regulars. Once, when he came in alone you two had struck up a conversation. As a teen, you were interested in all kinds of mythology, while greek tended to be your favorite you read as much as you could not excluding Norse. You had always loved the myths involving Loki and Thor and you proceeded to ask him thousands of questions, one of which was, can I meet your brother? Thor replied saying one day he’d either take you to Asgard or bring his brother to you. This was before all the fighting went down and even though you almost died you still wanted to meet the infamous Asgardian.

It had been about a year since you had seen Thor when you next saw him and his brother on the news during the battle in New York. You didn’t think he would be coming to get you anytime soon but you had grown impatient and decided to take matters into your own hands. You quit your job and moved to New York managing to get a job in the cafe across the street from the Avengers Tower. Much to your dismay Thor didn’t stop in for a quick coffee like you thought he would. You’re such an idiot you thought why would a Norse God drop in for coffee he has much better things to do. You still kept your job not being able to move back to New Mexico and got a pleasant surprise a few months into your job. Thor had stopped in with a man you recognized to be Hawkeye. “Lady Y/N” he boomed “I didn’t expect to see you here” you smiled and took their order and asked thor how Loki was doing. He explained that Loki would be staying in Midgard for a while. “Would you still like to meet him?” Thor asked and you nodded. Eager that you were finally getting to meet the god.

That evening, when your shift was over, you walked across the street to the tower. When you walked in you found Thor and the rest of the Avengers waiting for you and while you were very excited to meet them all you wondered where Loki was hiding. Thor took you upstairs to the common room where you saw Loki sitting on the couch reading a book. You looked up at Thor seeming to ask permission to move closer to Loki and he nudged you towards the couch. You quickly moved to sit by the trickster, saying a quick hello. He only grunted in response and went back to his book.

“So,” you said leaning in a bit closer to him “did you really fuck a horse?” you ask out of nowhere

“What?!” Loki practically shrieks. No one had dared to talk to him like that, not even in Asgard.

“I said, did you really fuck a horse” you repeated as Thor sat in the background, chuckling, you had been this way when you first met him.

“I mean… yes…” Loki said looking away to examine the girl asking him such ludicrous

questions.

“Well was it rape? It seemed like low key horse rape when I read about it” you said. Loki was speechless he didn’t know how to react. Part of him wanted to kill you but another part of him enjoyed your childlike bluntness.

“Well if you’re not going to answer I’ll move on” Loki chuckled as you thought of your next question “so you fucked a horse… and you got pregnant…. And gave birth to a horse, but not just any horse an eight-legged horse. Dude, that must’ve sucked. Did it suck?”

Loki only nodded a yes in response still confused as to who you were and why you were here.

“Are you aware that your father rides your son?” you said

“What?” Loki asked again

“Odin rides your son, Sleipnir” you stated

“Okay, one, Odin isn’t my father. Two, how do you know about Sleipnir?” he asked

“I read” you answered and shrugged already knowing your next question “Why do you have such a horney helmet?” Loki looked shocked and confused

“The horns,” you said “ on your helmet. They’re so unnecessary”

Loki looked you dead and the eye and responded with “aesthetic” to which you replied with a nod

“So do you have a hair kink?” you asked after a beat of silence.

“No,” Loki said a little too quickly for your liking

“Right: you said drawing out the word “so you just stole Sif’s hair for fun”

“I never stole anyone’s hair,” Loki said

“Yes you did” you replied pulling out your phone to look up the story “see” you pointed to the screen and read “He knew that Sif’s hair of gold was Thor’s greatest treasure – and he was determined to take it away from him. And while she was asleep, Loki took his shears and chopped off Sif’s hair, every single lovely lock!”

“Just because it’s in your stupid books doesn’t mean it’s true,” Loki said starting to get annoyed by you

“So you DON’T have a hair kink,” you said

“No, I do not have a hair kink” Loki confirmed

“Do you always dress like a girl? Not that I have a problem with people who dress like girls” you said

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” Loki said

“Well I read another story about how you had to pretend to be one of Freya’s handmaiden and Thor had to dress as Freya,” you said

“What did I just say about your books?” he questioned

“You said they were stupid,” you said

“And” he pressed

“And that they aren’t always real” you finished

“Exactly, so why don’t you bother someone else with your idiotic questions,” The trickster said finally snapping. He had hit a soft spot when he called your questions stupid but you were used to people getting annoyed by you and you were having fun so you decided to ask a few more questions pretty much completely ignoring the god’s request that you leave him alone. “You’re a frost giant, right?” you said

“Yes” he confirmed the question seemed harmless enough

“So why are you so short? Are you giant somewhere else?” you smirked

“Excuse me?” Loki responded and realized his fault in answering your previous question

“Do you have a big dick?” you asked bluntly

“That’s it. I’m done” Loki said standing up

“So you have a small dick, noted,” you said chuckling

“Why would you even ask that you mewling quim?” he spat

“Just curious. No need to call me names” you said

“Well curiosity killed the cat,” he says

“But satisfaction brought it back” you finished

Loki made his move to leave but before he could get too far you asked one more question “Why did everybody hate you so much” you said generally confused

Loki turned around and gave you a look “I’m not exactly the nicest Asgardian” he replied before turning to leave

“But you killed a guy with mistletoe,” you said before he could leave “that’s awesome”

“That god was also adored by others,” Loki said

“He was also the strongest god and you killed him by having someone else throw a piece of mistletoe at him” you replied sounding amazed “And the books weren’t lying about your looks either”

“You think I’m attractive,” he said coming closer to you as you shrugged in response

“I mean you aren’t the worst man I’ve seen” you say turning your attention to your phone thinking Loki is going to leave

“Really?” he asks sitting back down beside you instead

“Now you’re just fishing for compliments,” you say smiling at him

“And how would you know. Maybe I truly do not believe a woman could find me attractive” he says chiding

“Because I do it all the time sweetheart” you respond

“You know, once you stop asking annoying questions you become tolerable,” He says

“You really think so?” You ask

“That’s another question” he responds. The room goes quiet and he eventually goes back to his book and you turn to your phone.

“Can I meet all of your animal babies?” Loki just chuckles and continues reading

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Thank you all for reading, thanks to @rosaleebasicbtch for being awesome and reading this over for me and @21waywardheathens (Who it’s not letting me tag???) for editing this a bit and giving me a title

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Maid To Serve

TITLE: Maid to Serve

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirty Nine

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that you have been sold to a slave trader to pay a debt. One day you are bought and given to Loki as a gift. He ignores you at first, but he slowly begins to notice your attention to small details in your daily tasks and your funny little quirks. He tries everything he can to seduce you, and the more you resist the more intrigued he is.

RATING: Teen and Up

Startled, you heard shouts, shrieks and yells as you woke, looking around fearfully; it took a few moments before a voice became familiar.

“IS SHE HERE?” Loki never yelled in your presence, but there was no doubting it was him, and relief flooded you. You tried to call out, but you had been drugged again to ensure your good behaviour, so you could only hope that they would scour the premises should they not be told.

“Check every room,” Thor ordered.

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Coriolanus + Meeting Tom (Round 2)

Hi guys !

First I wanted to thank you for all the kind wishes and messages you left on my last post, you’re wonderful, thank you very, very much again !

Then, I thought I could tell you about my last evening, hope you’re alright with that ? (As usual I’m really sorry about all the mistakes I’m about to make guys… Really sorry… I’m French x))

Coriolanus :

(So just to remind you : I bought a standing ticket for Coriolanus yesterday’s morning.)

I arrived at the theatre around 7p.m and they were letting people in so I showed my ticket and took place upstairs, behind the the 2nd row :

The theatre is pretty small, and even if I hadn’t the best view ever, it’s was good enough for me, because you know I was so happy to be there ! One day ago I was worried about how to get a ticket, (thanks again to all of you who helped me about this btw) and the day after I luckily got one ! Anyway as I told you in my previous post, I tried to ‘prepare’ for the play by reading it. Sadly I didn’t read all of it before I saw it, but the few I read did help me to understand better what they were saying. Yes, I’m French, and honestly I didn’t understand everything they said, but I did understand the play anyway and it didn’t prevent me from enjoying it. 

So then the play began… and what can I say ? I can’t possibly summarise it, because to me you have to see it, to live it with the actors, it’s the main aim of a play, isn’t it ? At this point I have to say that I feel so sorry for all of you who are not/will not be able to see it. I truly am. There are plenty of you who deserve to see it, and I feel bad about that…

But what I can tell you about it, is that even if (let’s face it) I mostly went to see it because of Tom, it wasn’t all about him, I mean he sure does a really breath taking performance, but they all do. And it reminded me why I love going to theatre. The last play I saw (around 2 or 3 years ago) was an adaption of La Cantatrice Chauve by Eugène Ionesco performing in Paris. I loved it. As I loved Coriolanus. Because to me it allows you live it with the actors.

About Tom, well what can I say ? I’m not an expert you know… but I’m just in awe. He was wonderful as usual, but it so much better to see him performing live, just in front of you. He’s breath taking, wonderful, touching, vibrant, amazing… just perfect. And I have to say I don’t understand how so many people only reduce him to Loki. I mean, don’t get me wrong, this character is a gift for him, he’s so complex, interesting and human in so many ways, and I know, we all do, that Tom himself has always said he loved playing him. But there are so many other things he’s done a part from Loki which are as good as what he did for that character. Unrelated. Midnight in Paris. War Horse. The Deep Blue Sea. The Hollow Crown. (I’m still fucking waiting for Only Lovers Left Alive which, I know it, is going to be mind blowing) And I’m sure the adaptions he has performed in theatre before Coriolanus, like The Changelling, Cymbeline, Othello, Ivanov or The Kingdom of Earth were as good as everything else even if I couldn’t see them. And Coriolanus is one of them too. You can tell by seeing him (and all the others too) he put all his soul in it (as usual). And it’s even more exciting and moving when you know how much he loves doing Shakespeare.

Also, I don’t know for the others, but what blew my mind during the play, is the acting job itself. I mean, it’s really when you see them performing live, in front of you, that you start to understand how difficult it is to do this job. Of course it’s not the most difficult job ever, but I have to say, I wonder how they do it, how they manage to remember all their text (even if Tom’s explained it), and how do they manage to give their emotions to characters ? That really blows my mind, and fascinates me because I know I probably couldn’t do that.

But anyway, I’m not going to say much more about  the play itself because I can’t possibly say it all… it’s really well done, original and very rich… and also because it’s like 2h30 long x)

I just wish I could see it again, but from a better place, sitting just in front of them…  I think I’ll probably try to get a other ticket.

Meeting Tom (Round 2)

Round 1

So after the play (and the standing ovation ;)) I went out to queue with the others to see if I could talk to Tom… I wasn’t sure I would be able to because I heard that few days ago he didn’t show up. But I decided to try anyway, it was 10.22 p.m and I decided to wait an 1 hour, and if he didn’t show up by that time I would go back to the Youth Hostel I’m staying. After some minutes, his bodyguard came to us and made us stand back and put on the very left of the pavement, so I thought it was a good start. There were like 20 people before me, and around 80 (or more) behind me.

He did show up around 10.55 p.m. So there he was again only few meters away from me, in his black jacket, black cardigan with a black shirt. I could see him and was already shavering x) I still don’t understand how people manage to talk to him like he is some kind of friend, I would love to do that too, but everytime I just…. can’t x) (the fact that I’m a really shy person probably doesn’t help). His bodyguard previously told us 'no photographs, only autographs’ so I prepared my book (the one he had already signed) while I could see him taking a little time wich each person to talk and sign their programme.

My turn came. I can’t possibly explain how I felt x) It was like I wanted to talk to him, have a little chat about the play, saying how much I loved it (you know at this moment, you try to prepare sentences in your head), and at the same time, I was afraid to talk to him because I already knew I would make a fool of myself… So I couldn’t even move forward because you know… it’s like Thomas William Perfect Hiddleston waiting for me to say something or give him something to sign. He looked at me and say 'Hey’, I replied a shy 'Hi’. I showed him my book, and his previous autograph, he said 'We’ve already done it’, and then I turned over the page saying 'Could you write your favourite line…’ - actually I wanted him to write his favourite line ever, from everything he has done but it didn’t come out- so he instantly said 'from this play ?’ and I said 'Yes’.

You deserve to have a temple built you

While he was writing it, I said a little 'The play was amazing’, he answered 'Thank you’, then I added 'You were all great’ (I think he didn’t hear that last part). Then he gave me my book back saying to the others, behind me, that he was really sorry but he had to go. Even tough, the girl behind me manage to talk to him a bit, and then he said that sadly he was sorry but he had to go. We all said goodbye and he went back inside.

I felt so lucky I was the last one he signed something for ! I still can’t realise I did meet him yesterday… it’s so strange and unbelievable… everything went so quickly…

This time he wasn’t wearing sunglasses, but I barely looked at him in the eyes… I know I’m a total fuckin’ idiot, but I couldn’t, I feel bad because it’s not polite, and because I wanted to, but once again I was really starstruck meeting him and it all went so quickly… I deeply regret it.

But you know : one does not simply look at Thomas William Perfect Hiddleston in the eyes… x)

Edit (28/04/14): I was thinking about the eye contact yesterday’s night, and actually I noticed I don’t look at people in the eyes in general when I’ m talking in English, so I suppose it wasn’t just the fact I was starstruck meeting him. Because you know, since I’m not fluent in English and it’s not my native language I need to think about what I’m saying, to focus on words to make an intelligible sentence and I can’t look at people in the eyes because their eyes or their expressions on their faces distract me. When I’m speaking in French, I don’t have this problem because obviously words and sentences come naturally. (I know nobody’s gonna read that edit but I just wanted to add it anyway)

anonymous asked:

why are you still an eridan fan, are u a masochist bc u must be to still like him. do u guys get off to being called trash??? ur the joke of fandom. the equivalent of loki stans. ud be cool if not for that.

Oh hey, look, EHA is back??

Here’s one of the wonderful things about the fandom quieting down. The Eridan and Vriska discourse is a dead horse so thoroughly beaten that there’s nothing left.  Frankly, other than me chortling as I call this angry piece of sea trash my son and call him cute, no one really gives a shit, except you, apparently. 

Time 2 draw more Eridans, tiny soft douchebag princes

Swear To You

TITLE: Swear To You

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: one shot

AUTHOR: lostgirl7988

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine welcoming Loki back after a war which has been occurring for months, only to surprise him with a bun in the oven you both created on the night before he left. Imagine him dropping to his knees in happiness while promising you and the baby that he’s here to stay.

RATING: G

NOTES: None. Super safe.


Long before the last blade slashed through the air and the last fire demon fell, Loki knew the war was won. The beasts of this realm lacked real leadership, making crushing their armies almost too easy. Loki had long since tired of Muspelheim and yearned to return to Asgard, so when Fandral came to him with the news of victory he was almost overcome with joy. He managed to keep his face calm and respond with a sharp nod.

“What shall we do now?” Fandral asked, barely able to keep the hope from his voice. Loki allowed himself a small smirk.

“We’re done with this realm. Gather the remaining men. It’s time to go home.”

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Cara | Chapter Eight

Chapter Synopsis: The Fire Giants are on the rampage and Loki is at risk. Cara might be able to save him, but it could cost the couple everything.

The story is here: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven |
Cara Mia (one shot which was the inspiration for this story)

Loki/Cara manips: Collection one | Collection two | Collection three | Collection Four |

AN: Thanks to evieplease for betaing this.

Part Eight

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in the name of your father

TITLE: In The Name of Your Father


CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Fifteen

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is training recruits for a war that Asgard is in. Every house has to send one man to fight in the army, but your father is too old/ill to go, so you disguise yourself as a man to save him from certain death. Basically something resembling the Disney Movie of Mulan.

“What are you doing here?” you asked coldly as Loki helped you to your feet.

“I would have thought you would have said thanks.” He seemed slightly taken back.

“Thank you, now why are you here?” you asked suspiciously.

“I was nearby on an errand, and if you recall, I swore to come see this home of your and see why it measures so much against the city. You swore to me that it was better in most everyway.” He answered, smiling once more.

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Judging Books By Covers

TITLE: Judging Books By Covers

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirty

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine Loki is cast out into a castle in his Jotun form, under a spell that will return him to his Aesir one if he learns to accept himself for who he is, not what he looks like, and can find another who will do the same. Angry and repulsed by his own appearance, Loki fears he will live out his days as the monster he so greatly loathes. 

RATING: Teen

Lagertha pulled on the reins and the horse came to a halt. Looking at her old home, she forced herself to forget the argument with her father the last time she was there, he had apologised, it was over and done.

She got off the cart and tied the reins at a post, wondering why her father had not opened the door yet. Lagertha walked to the back of the cart and grabbed the food she planned on cooking for their meal and walked to the door, surprised to see to see that it was locked. Her father knew she was coming, which made her wonder where he was.

“Lagertha!” She smiled before she turned toward the small voice. “You look so pretty.”

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