parent!loki

Loki and Children

I have been having some thoughts about the original mythological Loki and the thought that has been on my mind most is this:

Loki is

1. Surprisingly great with kids

2. Is addicted to parenthood

Let me explain.

As to the first bit, well, yeah, it’s surprising. Or it should be at first glance. Because, seriously, this is fucking Loki. Standing in close proximity to him for longer than a minute is bound to result in theft, arson, a splash of bloodshed for color, and at least one confused party waking up in bed with the fucker. He’s a chaotic, manic, and generally hazardous force to be reckoned with.

To us. That is, adults.

Mortals, gods, giants, trolls, dwarves, et cetera–but only those who are mature.* *Read: there is Something to be Gained from conning, seducing, or otherwise messing with us. Whether it’s to save his own skin, or to get some sweet petty vengeance, or to steal a bauble, or to satisfy some carnal itch, or to just fuck up somebody’s day for the Hel of it, Loki only ever targets those he can take something worthwhile from. 

And what is there to take from kids? 

Plenty of folks on his extremely extensive Enemies List have children, of course. No one in the Norse mythos was especially mindful of dropping their seed. So. Children.

Children–easy to fool, easy to make a hostage, easy to charm and siphon their parents’ secrets and treasures from–should be great big bullseyes to the God of Mischief and Trickery and Assorted Other Unscrupulous Things. Yet there isn’t a single Edda or snippet of lore in which Loki makes cruel use of them. Not once. 

But what’s the big deal? Most of the rude and/or villainous characters in Norse mythology don’t bother with harassing kids either. Except in the case of stories like Loka Táttur.

Loka Táttur is a tale about how a farmer loses a bet with a vicious troll who swears to kill the farmer’s little boy. The farmer calls upon three gods in turn. Odin, Hoenir, and Loki. Odin and Hoenir both disguise the boy and hide him away, but the troll is too clever and each time manages to sniff out the boy’s hiding place. Ultimately it is Loki who hides the kid–pulling an Idunn-in-a-Nutshell gag and hiding him as a speck on the eye of a flounder in the water–and then, rather than stepping back as Odin and Hoenir did from their work, he sits in his boat and lets the troll see him.

The troll, being suspicious, asks what Loki’s business is. Only fishing, obviously. The troll demands to join him. Lo and behold, they bring up a wealth of flounders, including the one where the boy’s hidden. Loki manages to change the boy back to his true shape and hide the kid behind his back without the troll noticing. As Loki brings the boat back to shore, and to the farmer’s boathouse with the latter’s doors open, Loki tells the boy to run through the boathouse. He goes, the troll gives chase, and the troll becomes wedged in the entryway. 

At which point Loki proceeds to chop off the troll’s legs and stick an iron stake in the bastard’s skull. Then he walks the kid back home. The grand payoff for Loki after all this? 

The boy is safe. The troll is dead. The End.

Huh.

Now, much as Loki may have been the catalyst for a lot of corpses pre-Ragnarok–see his business with Thor getting his hammer back and leading more than one giant into a death trap–Loki is actually very rarely, if ever, one to get his hands dirty by killing a victim himself. Even Baldr was done in by an arrow he aimed with blind Hod’s fingers. So why did Loki personally orchestrate this plan in such a grisly way? For what gain?

What, other than the satisfaction of personally slaughtering the would-be child-killing prick troll?

In a less bloody narrative, we see his hand in getting Thialfi and Roskva, a pair of mortal siblings, taken into Thor’s service. While the exact ages of the two aren’t mentioned, they are young enough to still be in the care of their parents. When Thor and Loki are travelling it’s their father who invites them under their roof. Thor’s goats are slaughtered for the evening meal and–in some tellings–it is Loki who entices the son, Thialfi, into breaking a leg bone to taste the marrow. When morning comes and Thor resurrects his goats, one has a broken leg.

Thor’s visibly pissed—never ever a good thing–and so the family offers to make some compensation.

Loki, coughing through his hand: ThialfibroketheboneheshouldpledgeservicetoThor

Thialfi: Uh–

Loki, clearing his throat: Alsotakethesistertwoforonedeal

Rosvka: But I didn’t do anything—

Loki, en sotto voce: Kids, consider your options. Teensy mortal lifetime of toil on Midgard, harvesting dirt and snow on one hand. Potentially immortal lifetime, I don’t know, scrubbing giant blood off Mjolnir in Thor’s hall on Asgard on the other. Verdict?

Both: Sold.

Loki: Excellent! Really, Thor, you’re a master dealmaker, a born barterer, I’m in awe.

Thor: Wh—

Loki: AND WE’RE BACK TREKKING LETS GO

Cue laugh track.

Point being, Loki has been shown to purposefully go out of his way to help kids because…because. Yet how does this translate to the idea of him being good with kids?

I ask this purely hypothetically and am trying not to laugh as I do, because really. Really. How in the hell is a kid not going to be entertained by the Norse god of revelry and recreation?

Oh yeah, that bit’s often left off the résumé.

Loki, God of Mischief, is also God of Recreation. Play, in other words. Because playtime is a thing that is Chaotic rather than a product of Order, and so Loki is naturally all over it. There are some who even credit him with having added that trait to the first humans, Ask and Embla, while Odin, Vili, and Vé were carving them and breathing character into their souls.

On top of that, he’s also the god of flyting—poetic shit-talking.

So we have a shapeshifting, storytelling, magic-wielding, game-spinning, trickster god who can also teach young ears every bad word they could ever hope to learn, and he’s expected not to be a hit with kids? This is all without even mentioning the fact that Loki is a bit of a hyperactive attention hog all on his own. What better audience for him than a gaggle of credulous little onlookers who are too young to sneer at his antics rather than take delight in them? Children are wee balls of mischief themselves, muddled in with imagination and wonder and an eagerness to be wowed or made to laugh themselves into weeping.

All of which brings me to point number two:

Loki is a kidaholic.

Like, even though a lot of his and/or her sleeping around the Realms can be chalked up to an insane libido, there’s also just the sheer number of kids they’ve produced to factor in. Maybe more than even Odin or Thor could boast. At least half being born from Loki herself. Not because Loki was helpless against the workings of nature—it’s impossible to believe that Loki wasn’t smart enough or powerful enough to get around producing new Lokisons and Lokisdottirs with every other bedmate—but because Loki wants more kids. There will never be enough kids.

The guy’s got a case of severe paternal/maternal hoarding going on. I mean

Loki: I need another one.

Odin: You really don’t.

Loki: You’re right. I need two other ones.

Odin: I am positive that you do not.

Loki: Three. Triplets. Need them. Right now.

Odin: Loki.

Loki: Four? Four. Definitely four.

Odin: Loki, please.

Loki: Yeah, let’s go with four. I can give or get. I’ll flip a coin.

Odin: Loki, as Allfather, I am expressly forbidding you to impregnate or be impregnated for at least a century.

Loki: Fine.

Odin: …

Loki: …I’ll settle for three.

Odin: What did I just say?

Loki: Three’s a good number, isn’t it? All good things come in threes. You and your brothers—

Odin, fighting an aneurysm: You and your brothers—

Loki: So you agree!

Odin: I did not—

Loki: Three it is!

Odin: Loki—

Loki: Be back when I feel like it

Odin: Loki

Loki: Give my love to Sleipnir

Odin: LOKI—

Loki, pantsless, vaulting over the wall, cartwheeling towards Jötunheimr’s Ironwood forest: Bye

It’s in that Ironwood that he meets Angrboda and fathers a giant wolf, a giant snake, and the literal corpse-faced queen-goddess of the dead by her. Being that Loki’s scope of attractiveness/aesthetic acceptability is elastic enough to let all sorts of species between his legs, I find it hard to believe that his kids’ unique looks would repulse or even faze him. They’re his children. Therefore they’re great.

And we all know how that happy family ended up. Ditto his second family with Sigyn and his two little twin boys.

Enter Ragnarok, warfare, general Bad Times, and so on.

Anyway.

Comical as it is to envision a Loki who cringes at the notion of parenthood and/or fears his more monstrous children, I just don’t believe it lines up with what we know of the Loki of myth.

Myth Loki is a god who would spend hours entertaining a child, simply entertained that the child is entertained.

Myth Loki is also a god who would hunt down and methodically dismember whichever idiot thought it would be okay to make a child cry within said god’s earshot.

Things that Marvel needs to do in my opinion,

even if it’s not possible:


  • Black Widow movie. Either with Hawkeye (Budapest) or about hunting the Winter Soldier in the past. It can be a short movie, like half an hour to at least TELL US WHAT HAPPENED IN BUDAPEST. It’s been 4 years!
  • More movies with badass female leads. (I’m so thrilled for Captain Marvel).
  • No more whitewashing. I love Marvel but they honestly need to cast the right actors/actresses. Well at least as good as they can.  
  • Make their villains ‘better’. Loki and Wilson Fisk are the only villains who had enough backstory. They need to focuse more on the villains, not only on the hero’s.
  • Peter Quill meeting his grandpa if he’s still alive. 
  • Peter Quill visiting earth before Infinity War.
  • Peter Quills’s dad showed.
  • One last season of Agent Carter. There are questions left unanswered!
  • Loki, Wanda Maximoff and Doctor Strange meeting and having an awesome fighting scene. Either them fighting together and against each other. 
  • Doctor Strange, Tony Stark, Hank Pym and Bruce Banner having a conversation about clever-stuff. And maybe including Fitz-Simmons.
  • Coulson catching up with the avengers and Steve Rogers beeing happy that his greatest fan is alive. 
  • Happy comes back as Tony’s friend. 
  • Scott Lang and Steve Rogers having more conversations. 
  • May and Natasha and Gamora (and Jessica Jones) fighting together.
  • Peter Parker being friends with Wanda Maximoff because they are ‘the younglings’ and still kids. 
  • Daredevil and Captain America fighting together (I don’t know. I kinda want them together on screen).
  • Loki facing Thanos.
  • Loki staying alive. 
  • Loki showing off his tricks and fighting skills. 
  • Tony and Pepper getting back together.  
  • Steve/Bucky flashbacks.
  • Domestic!Steve Rogers and him being angry at the prices. 
  • Female Frost Giants (How do they even look like?).
  • Loki meeting his real mom.
  • Thor telling Odin that Odin was a bad parent and Loki being surprised about what his brother said. 
  • Loki accepting that Thor is his ‘brother’, but still being salty about everything. Him still doing mischief and staying true to himself but with less selfhate. 
  • Flashback of Thor and Loki’s childhood. With Frigga in it. And the Warriors three and Lady Sif.
  • The warriors three and Lady Sif helping Thor in Infinity War.
  • Steve wanting to use the time stone to travel back into the past to live with Peggy. 
  • Instead of dying in infinity war, Steve leaves the 21th century after infinity war and lives with Peggy. He’s never Captain America again and no one knows he’s alive. Bucky taking his place or Bucky coming with him.
  • The other Nine Realms being showed.
  • Peter Maximoff coming back to life just because. 
  • Luke Cage meeting Rhodey and Sam Wilson. 
  • Luke Cage and Jessica Jones getting back together.
  • Wanda keeping the Aether safe while Vision has the mind stone and Doctor Strange has the time stone.  
  • Stan Lee having many cameos because I love this man so much. 
  • Darcy and Doctor Selvig just being there.
  • Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff having a thing or breaking up for good. 
  • Clint Barton surviving everything because he’s a family man and his death would kill me. 
  • The inhumans fighting in Infinity War.
  • Baby Groot kicking ass.
  • Tony getting drunk with Rocket. 
  • The avengers visiting Asgard. 
  • Doctor Strange showing us different dimensions.
  • Original Wasp being found in a different dimension. 
  • Bucky Barnes leading with Steve (as best friends or lovers, you decide) a normal life after all the Thanos stress.
  • Avengers and X-men universe melt together or they meet. That’d be awesome.
  • DEADPOOL. 
  • Deadpool, Spiderman and Daredevil in one room.
  • Much more information about the Infinity Stones. 


Did I forget something? 

Okay so I’m not a scholar here but has anyone considered that maybe the reason we don’t have much evidence for Loki-worship is because His primary role in Old Norse religion, being a fire god, was as a conveyor of offerings?

Following up on that, here’s the evidence (I’m aware of) that could suggest Loki *was* worshiped:

  • That line from Lokasenna suggesting liquid offerings to Odin also went to Loki: “Remember, Odin, | in olden days That we both our blood have mixed; Then didst thou promise | no ale to pour, Unless it were brought for us both.”
  • Loka Táttur - the parents of the boy pray to Him to save their son.
  • An image of Loki was found on a hearth stone in eastern Denmark.

If Loki was regarded as a hearth deity similar to Hestia, it might support the above argument, since Hestia was mostly worshiped as the receiver of offerings or in the private of the home. And I just remembered that I think in Loka Táttur, the parents pray to Loki by the hearth? Agni, Who I’m fairly certain is Loki’s Indo-European cognate, is also regarded as the medium who conveys offerings to the gods in Hinduism.

This life, part 3


Pairing: Reader x Eventually Loki

Word Count: 3090 (Way longer than planned)

Warning: Angst

Part 1, part 2

The travel back to Asgard felt different from before.  Perhaps it had something to do with your abilities but it meant little once your feet planted firm on the ground beneath you.  You lifted your hand from the Tesseract before looking between the two men standing before you.  Thor looked relieved to have returned.  Loki was more difficult to read.  His eyes were hiding what was going on in his mind.  You did not want to know what was swirling there, what thoughts would be in the forefront.  

“I have completed my vow to you, my friend.  Now I will take my leave.  My bed is singing a siren’s song to me.”  Thor grabbed your arm as you turned away, stopping you from stepping further.

“[Y/N]… I have one more thing to ask you.”  Searching his eyes you knew exactly what he wanted and it infuriated you.

“No!  I will not do it.  How dare you ask that of me!  I already risked my life following to Midgard and now you want that of me?  No.”  Loki’s eyes widened in surprise at your response.  He had never seen your temper flair like that.  Thor looked abashed for asking but he felt it was necessary.  “I will not escort you to the throne room. You can meet with your father and mother.  My duty is fulfilled.”

Storming off towards the stables, your boots echoed in the hall. Both men watching your form as you stormed away. There was a tingling sensation forming in your hand.  It was necessary to take slow breaths to calm your anger or else you might lose control of your powers.  Your horse was happy to see you.  As you saddled him you fed him a few of the apples that were left outside of his stall.  The ride home proved quiet and far more relaxing than you had anticipated.  The night sky of Asgard was your companion as you sang quietly, an old song your mother sung when you were a child.  Which at this moment you found odd, since it had been years since you allowed yourself any good memories of the woman.

Once home you removed your armor and bathed long, letting your muscles relax in the warmth of the water.  The pattering on the roof made you aware of the rain that had started to fall. Perhaps it would cleanse not only Asgard but also you of the foul mood.  It had been so long and now Loki returned and all the old memories came rushing back. As the water cooled, you washed and dressed for bed.  Your journey had made you weary not only physically but left you emotionally raw as well.  In the morning if you felt better you would almost certainly apologize to Thor.  Not that you would do what he wanted, but you would apologize for screaming at him.  Even though he deserved it.

When you woke, your body was stiff and it left you in no mood to train.  Instead of your armor and your leathers, you chose a gown to wear. The color mirrored that of the sea and sat off your shoulder.  The flowing skirts following behind you.  Brushing out your long [H/C] hair until it fell low on your back, like a straight curtain.  It had been ages since you felt calm like this.  It was time that you had a talk with the Gods again.  Whether they answered or not they would hear your prayers. As you prepared to ride back to your field, a firm knock sounded on the door.  Once more Emin had been sent to retrieve you.  Though he bowed in great respect before he spoke.  You could see a ripple of appreciation at your appearance as he stood.

“My Lady… The King and Queen wish to see you.”  Crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance, you raised a brow at him.

“I have done my duty and brought the princes home.  What possibly could they want with me now?”  Emin sighed loudly.  He knew from the beginning you would be difficult.

“Lady [Y/N], I do not ask questions of the king and queen.  I am merely the messenger.  Please do not make me beg, here in the streets.  Fore you know I will if necessary.  I dare not return without you.  I like my head where it is placed.”  Frowning at him, you went inside to put on your cloak.  Though he was not aware of that.  The man was staring at the ground in despair, thinking how he would word his begging when you returned.

“We need to teach you courage, Emin.  There has to be some in there somewhere, as you earned your place in the Defenders.” The look on his face was just short of joy as you placed your cloak around your shoulders, pulling the hood up after you tied it.  As you rode toward the palace, he asked you endless questions about Midgard.  How it looked, the people, what the sky looked like. He sounded as a child with his enthusiasm.  Truth be told it lightened your mood.  You answered as honestly as you could, telling him of the things you witnessed. Once you made it to the halls, you parted ways.  Emin had no desire to be close to the throne room for whatever discussion was coming.

Thor met you outside of the throne room.  He had the same look on his face as he had when you left him the night before.  “Tell me you didn’t….”

“[Y/N], he is my brother…” Your temper raged again as your voice grew louder.

“The brother who betrayed you!  I am your friend; I have done everything you have ever asked of me.  You know this… this is too much.”  He stepped forward in an attempt to calm you but you step away from him.  Pain etching across his face as it was the first time you had ever done so.  The doors opened to the throne room, with the queen walking towards you.

“Your voices are carrying.  Odin knows you are here, my girl.  Come.” She did not try to touch you, as she knew what was going to be asked of you and how difficult it would be.  There was no comforting you at this time.  You could feel Thor’s gaze upon your back as you walked in front of him.  In the silence your anger grew, a balled fist at your side as you tried to keep your powers at bay.  The king watched you closely as you drew near.  Choosing not to speak, you simply bowed before him waiting to hear him to begin.

“I have been told you fared well in Midgard, [Y/N].  You are uninjured, yes?”  His tone was light and easy.  Not the usual low and dark tone he reserved for you.

“I am well, my Lord.” You were going to keep your replies short.  If he wished to ask you then so be it.  Nevertheless, you were no going to give the offering of it first.

“Do you know why you are here, child?”  Biting you lip against an angry retort you nodded.

“Yes, my Lord.”  Odin’s jaw tensed as he waited for what he thought would be a fiery outburst.  When one did not appear, he proceeded.

“Thor believes that Loki shows remorse.  That there is redeemable qualities in him.  What is your mind of this?”  The king was asking you?  No, he wanted you to offer.  

“I spent as little time as possible with him my Lord.  I do not know if he has shown remorse for what he has done.” Both the king and queen were becoming frustrated.

“I asked you here, the queen and I have asked you here, to determine whether Thor is right in his thoughts that there is something redeemable in Loki.”  There it was he finally said it.  As hard as you tried, you could not keep the tears from your eyes.

“You are my king.  I am your servant and will do as you order of me.”  Clasping your hands together in front of you, you held on for dear life.  Frigga attempted to step towards you but Odin stopped her.

“[Y/N]… I am not asking as your king.  Know I am asking this, not ordering.  I am asking as a father and the queen as a mother.  Can our son be redeemed?”  Something broke inside of you, as the tears slipped down your cheeks.  Frigga wanted so badly to comfort you, but she needed to stay strong in her reasons.  She wanted her son returned to her, even if it hurt you.  

“I will do as you ask, my Lord.  However, if he refuses I will not force him.  I would never force it on anyone.  Then I wish to be left alone for some time.  May I have that?  Peace to clear what will come of this?”  Odin nodded, motioning for Thor to come closer.  You had all but forgotten he was there.  

“You may have what you wish. Thor will bring you down to the cells, though it is more for Loki’s protection than yours.  I saw the mark you caused.”  The look he gave you was one of approval.  You bowed before walking towards the door.  Thor’s long strides keeping pace with your as you tried to retreat as quickly as possible, your skirts swishing with the movement.

Once you were out of earshot, Thor grabbed your arm, gently this time.  “I am sorry.  I had to do something to save him.  I know there is something inside him…”  You ripped his hand from your arm as you turned to face him.

“You knew how much this would hurt me.  Everything to save Loki.  Your parents know what this does to me, but my pain matters little against saving Loki. I will do this because my king asked it of me.  Do not think for a moment that I want to do this.    Once it is done, you will let me in peace.  I do not want to see your face or hear your voice.  You will leave me be.”  Stomping off, Thor kept his distance behind you.  It was now starting to settle in his heart how much this would hurt you, and it caused a dark hole in his heart.

The cells beneath the palace were set up all alike with the exception of Loki’s.  While the rest were empty save the prisoners, Loki had been given many furnishings and books for comfort.  It must be good to be the son of the king while imprisoned.  He stood watching you as you moved closer towards the cell.  “Now what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, [Y/N]?  I am still healing from our last meeting, so forgive me for my curiosity.”  

Thor took his place behind you, narrowing his gaze at his brother.  “She is here to help you.  If you allow it.”

“Help me?  How could she help poor Loki?  Hmm?  Brother there is nothing in all the realms to help me.”  You stood there watching his movements and his face as he spoke.  It was all different from the last time you met. The confidence was gone, though anger of sorts had replaced it.  Looking over your shoulder at Thor you spoke quietly.

“He refuses.  I do not need to stay.”  One of his large hands set on your shoulder, holding you in place.

“Give it a moment.  He knows nothing of what you can do.”  Loki laughed though there was nothing amusing in it.

“Have you not seen my face? I know what she can do.”  You glared at Loki, letting the fire build.  The energy appearing quickly over your hand.  Pressing it up against the field of the cell your energy met with it, sizzling then a loud pop as the field fell.  Nothing now stood between you.  He stepped back unsure of what to make of you.  You were not the woman he remembered.  “Perhaps, I do not know…”

“Brother, let her try. She can see inside of you, your mind. [Y/N] will be able to see how there is something good left in you.  I know there is, just let have the chance.”  Loki was of course skeptical.  As a child, you had the ability to see things, the past, sometimes the future. But nothing as this.

“She does not want to be here.  Angry to be in my presence.  Why would she do this for me?  How can I trust her?”  Him trust you…? It took everything inside of you not to hit him again.  You held steady, though.

“I have nothing left but my word and my honor, Loki.  Everything else is gone.  I gave my word to Odin and I will stand by it.  So either allow or refuse but I will not stay here all night.”  The silence in that cell was near deafening, except for the pounding of your heart.  You were praying that he would refuse but you knew better.

“I will allow it, if you answer one thing I ask.”  Canting your head as you stared up at him.

“What is it?”

“Why were you two never married?  The wedding was not far off when…  when I left. Why are you not bound together and you heavy with the next heir of Asgard?  The woman that stands before me is not the woman I knew.”  Pain shot through your heart at the memories. Memories that were of happier times. Now they were no longer.

“Odin said I was no longer worthy of a marriage to his son.  The ceremony called off a short time after you disappeared.  If you wish for me to do this then we will proceed. I cannot continue to prolong my agony here.”  You motioned to Loki to sit in one of the closer chairs, though you could see he had many more questions.  All of which you chose to ignore.  “Look into my eyes I need to focus.”  As he sat, you moved close.  Close enough causing him to swallow hard.  Resting your hands on either side of his neck, with your fingers wrapped around the back and your thumbs against his jaw.  His skin started to warm against your touch, as you looked straight into his eyes.  

Sending your energy lightly through your palms searching for something that would tell you Loki felt remorse.  There was so much there buried deep that it took more of your energy to pry open the walls. Once open it washed over you like a dark waters threatening to drown you.  Pain and blood.. Torture and lies… His Jotun form breaking through with screams that would haunt your dreams.  Tears poured down your cheeks as the scenes continued.  Loki’s screams as they broke him repeatedly until he could no longer take it.  He had devised a plan… Midgard.  It was too much; you fell to your knees sobbing. It felt as though someone tried to rip out your heart with their bare hands. Thor was at your side in a moment holding you.

“[Y/N], what is it? Talk to me. What did you see?” You looked up at Loki, seeing the pain in his eyes but knowing the truth now.  The screams were still echoing in your ears.  

“I need to see the Allfather.”  You refused to say anything more.  In truth, you could not even if you tried.  Your entire body shook at Thor helped you to stand.  He held tight as you stepped out of the cell walking towards the upper chambers and the throne room.  Loki stood back watching you leave.  He knew what you saw, had he known it would happen as that he would have refused.  No one else, especially you, needed to see or feel those things.  It took everything he had to keep it within him every moment.

Thor did not try to speak again as you walked.  Looking straight ahead, he try to keep you from falling to the ground.  He just had to make it to the throne room.  Once there both Odin and Frigga look anxious for your report.  Both were alarmed at your appearance as they watched Thor help you walk.

My dear [Y/N], are you well?”  Frigga ran to you fussing as her hands cupped your face, seeing the pain written over it. There was no energy left to lie.

“No my Lady, I am not well. But that is the price I pay for this.” She stepped back looking in despair at her husband.

“Tell us of what you found and as I promised you will have your peace.”  Odin stood from his throne walking down to where you stood with his son. “Tell me of Loki’s mind.  What did you see?”  Summoning everything left within you, you pushed Thor’s hands away straightening your skirts and cloak.  Trying to regain even a piece of who you were in front of them.

“What I saw is his tale to tell.  If he ever chooses to share it, is his choice.  I will say that he was forced to do much of the ill deeds.  The last choice to save himself and save the realms was to go to Midgard.  He knew there, the Chitauri would be defeated by the defenders of Midgard and by Thor. Only they would have been able to stop them and retrieve the Tesseract.  He regrets what he has done but he knows he is unforgiveable.”  Frigga let out a gasp covering her face, crying silently into her hands.  Odin looked troubled but attempted to comfort his wife before turning back to you.

“Thank you, child. You were selfless and sacrificed once more for your king.  For that, I am forever grateful.  Go, I grant your peace.  No one will seek you out, until you are ready to return.   And [Y/N] Theinndottir, I will welcome your return.”  They were words you never believed you would hear. Now was not the time, you needed air. Away from that place, you ran. You ran until you got to the stables, and then ran your horse until neither one of you could go further.  The edge of the river was where you stopped, almost falling out of the saddle to the ground.  Once on your feet you sank to your knees in the grass.  Your screams rang loud in the valley as you raged at the Gods.  Perhaps this time they would actually listen.

Part 4 


tags: @feelmyroarrrr  @bolontiku  @aquabrie   @malindacath  @mysteriouslyme81   @independentgirl  @lokislonelylady  @frenchfrostpudding 

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Am I the only one who thinks Loki would be a better king than Odin? First of all, look at Odin parenting Loki vs Loki as Odin parenting Thor. Loki clearly would be a good and better father.

But to be a fair king, you first need to know unfairness. Odin probably grew up with a silver spoon and no competition. I doubt he ever tasted unfairness.

Loki though, his entire life, from his father, from Thor, his friends, from entire fucking Asgard, was shown disrespect and unfairness even before everything turned to shit. He knows pain, he knows blood, he knows unjust, he knows unfairness, he knows betrayal, he knows what it’s like to be stepped on and humiliated.

We got a glimpse of what the middle-class Asgardians went through in Agents of Sheild; “Picking rocks for thousands and thousands of years; [to take care of his family]” I highly doubt Odin is a fair king. And we’ve only got glimpses of the amount of blood Odin himself has spilled. We know the blood Loki spilled was a mere drop compared to Odin’s.

My point is: Loki would know how to be fair to the people of Asgard and the Nine Realms. He would know how to show compassion. He would know how to balance good and evil within himself enough to balance the crown on his head.

I personally think that while Asgard is under Loki’s rule, things will change. And he may be able to stop Ragnarok much better than Odin could from the throne.

Imagine that after the events of New York, Frigga manages to convince Odin that they alone, as parents, should decide Lokis punishment, with Thor as a witness and support as a brother.

At first Loki is defensive, claiming that he isn’t their child or brother, but his love for Frigga makes it easier for him to cave in. He only has one demand though, that by whatever judgment they’ll give him, he will be allowed to change into his female form (think Katie McGrath) and stay that way from here on out. Loki explains that he wants a new chance, but that his male form will forever be linked to his crimes and fault.

Odin thinks this is Lokis way of receiving a easier punishment, as being a woman is often seen as weak. So he says he will only agree to this demand, if he is allowed to see Lokis female form, as he as never seen it before and Loki obliges. To his surprise, Lokis female form does not look like a weak woman, but fierce and cunning, just as his male form. Pleased with this, Odin sees no problem of handing out his original punishment, working with the Avengers, but also helping New York city to rebuild all that was ruined during his attempt at taking over.

Thor and Frigga are they only ones who have seen Loki in both male and female form, so neither have a problem with this transition. After all, it was Frigga who taught Loki how to behave as a proper woman and Thor has in the past, witness Loki causing mischief and getting away by simply changing into a woman. There was also that one time Loki flirted with Fandral, but no one still knows for sure how far that went as neither refuses to say anything, but the rumors however…

When Loki arrives at The Stark Tower, with Thor, the Avengers are confused at first who the woman is, but when Thor proudly explains that it is his sister, Loki, here to start her punishment, they’re met with even more confusing. Steve is the one who voices his confusion first, as he has never met someone who can literally change form like this. Loki, being the little trickster that she is known for, can’t help but flirt with Steve, just to show that she is very much a woman and that she expects every one to treat her as such! Imagine how surprised everyone is, when Steve apologizes to her, but also reminds her that she is there for a reason, no matter her form.

As a woman, Loki does get away with more than as a man, but she also has to instead deal with unwanted attention. Thankfully, Steve is there to help when such occasions happen and by doing this, it doesn’t come as a surprise that the two of them become close.

Up to the writer to decide whether they become lovers, or just very good friends.

Midgardian Woman

Paring: Loki/Reader

Tags: female reader, romance, fluff, Loki needs a hug, canon divergence, Odin is as good a parent as John Winchester

Summary: Loki asks only one thing of Odin, because he’s in love.

Word Count: 1,405

Posting Date:  2016-05-24

Current Date: 2017-05-12


Originally posted by cedimond


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Want: A semi-humorous fic where Thor and Loki are in an arranged marriage, and they have their wedding day (and night) and all that and Loki was super agreeable the entire time…but the truth is that for years Jotunheim has been grooming Loki specifically to assassinate Thor

So Loki tries over and over to find chances to kill Thor somewhat discreetly, but it somehow fails every time, and of course Thor is like blindingly friendly and loving toward his new spouse and has no clue what Loki’s up to (not to mention the sex is fantastic and Loki can’t help but enjoy it). Soon Loki catches feelings and his assassination attempts get more and more sparse, and his family is like ‘wtf are you doing kill him, you’ve been prepping for this for centuries’, and eventually Loki’s attempts are really lazy/half-hearted and he realizes he’s messing up on purpose…

anonymous asked:

Hello hello! Your blog has been such a joy trying to sort of this whole trickster business. Anyway, a few months ago, a trusted friend dismissed my new found path by saying that Loki was simply not a God at all. That he's a jötun, and there is no proof of worship of him in old times. Since then, I've found this a reoccurring theme elsewhere online. How would you face that challenge in conversation? Especially with somebody very well versed in the literature and in history? Thank you!

Hi! We’re glad you’ve found our blog helpful, and are sorry to hear your friend isn’t accepting of your chosen path.

The lines between the jotnar and aesir are really blurry in the lore. Tyr and Thor, for example, are both half jotun by blood, yet no one questions their allegiance. Even Odin is part jotun. Because the allegiance of Loki’s parents is also unclear, it’s quite possible he’s no less part of the tribe by birth than Tyr is. A lot of scholars theorize that’s why he goes his mom’s name rather than his dad’s: his mom is where he gets his Aesir status from.

Even if Loki is actually 100% jotun by blood (and he may not be), he’s been adopted as Odin’s blood brother. In medieval Iceland, this was legally binding and effectively made someone a member of the family. There was also a public ceremony that involved bloody womb-like tunnels, described in Njal’s Saga.

Snorri casts Loki in a more negative light than any other medieval source, basically conflating him with Christian Satan, yet even he lists Loki as one of the Aesir. Even even Snorri rolls with it, there’s really very little basis to deny the affiliation.

However, it’s true that there’s very little evidence that Loki had a historical cult. There’s actually a bunch of stuff out there, but it can be dismissed as being too late to accurately reflect pre-Christian belief (see Lokka Tattur and Loki in Younger Tradition by Axel Olrik for stuff in this category.) And a lot of the other commonly cited stuff  (the Snaptun Stone, Kirkby Stephen Stone, etc.) are quite possibly not depictions of Loki. Norse art was really stylized, so it can be hard to tell who’s supposed to be who.

The thing is, the same could be said of a bunch of other Norse gods, including Frigg, Baldr, and Heimdallr. We haven’t uncovered much evidence that they had cults either. Yet nobody seems to have a problem when someone hails Frigg at a blot. Our faith is reconstructed. We can never know exactly how our ancestors practiced, and even if we did, we wouldn’t want to perfectly emulate them anyway. (I, for one, am very happy to let go of the slavery and human sacrifice.)

Ultimately, a lot of people either aren’t willing to let go of their modern Western need for a black-and-white morality, or they don’t want the minorities who tend to worship Loki in their groups. Most of these people aren’t going to be swayed by historical evidence regardless. Still, it’s important to analyze why you do what you do for your own sake. You can find some more Loki defense posts here, here, and here.

- Mod E

Deleted scenes from the Thor script #87
  • Loki: I could have done it, Father! For you...! For all of us...
  • Odin: No, Loki.
  • Loki:
  • Loki:
  • Loki: *(plummets)*
  • *(LATER)*:
  • Frigga: Where's Loki?!
  • Odin: He... He chose another path.
  • Frigga:
  • Odin: The path of death.
  • Frigga:
  • Odin: He tossed himself into an abyss.
  • Frigga:
  • Odin: I mean, we *tried* to stop him...
  • Frigga:
  • Odin: So, what's for lunch?
Fic Recs (April 23rd)

Here’s you next fic recs, lovelies! It’s a long one!!! 

An Owed Debt” written by @iwillbeinmynest. Steve brings May, the granddaughter of one of the Howling Commandos to Bucky’s place so the former assassin can keep an eye on her. (Avengers. The link it to Lady Kate’s Masterlist where you can find links to all 16 parts of An Owed Debt)

Saerwyn and the 13 Dwarves” written by @princess-of-erebor1992. Saerwyn is the rightful ruler of her realm. However, her sister takes over and locks Saerwyn in a tower. The young ruler escapes and runs into a company of dwarves (Tolkien, AU)

Not Your Moneypenny” written by @dilly-o-billy. Merlin’s secretary isn’t at all impressed by Eggsy’s flirting. What happens when she has to join him and Roxy on a mission? (Kingsman)

Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward2, 3, 4, 5, 6 submitted to @imagine-loki. Victoria’s parents are killed in an accident and her new guardian, Mr. Laufeyson, is less than hospitable. (Avengers AU)

Start” written by @justcallmecinammon. The reader is attacked by Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Draco comes to the rescue. (HP, angsty fluff)

Convinced” written by @theinsandoutsofcastiel. Sam and Dean truly believe the reader is in love with one of them. They didn’t realize the reader was already with someone else. (SPN, humor)

Chick Flick” written by @besslincoln-bruh. After Mick tells the reader about his childhood, they spend the say trying to cheer him up. (SPN, ALL THE FLUFF)

Can’t Fight the Feeling” written by @kittenwritesstuff. Lucifer Morningstar meets a relative of Chloe. Too bad Chloe’s already warned her relative about him. (FOX’s Lucifer, angsty fluff)

Comrades” written by @cataract-chalcedony. Harry needs help from the one woman he’d hoped to avoid calling. (Kingsman, angsty fluff)

First Words” written by @skymoonandstardust. Bruce was confused about the words printed on his skin, until he finally meets his soulmate. (Avengers Soulmate AU, fluff)

Best Teacher in the World” written by @effie-w. The reader goes to pick up her friend’s son from his kindergarten class where she meets the very handsome teacher. (SPN AU, fluff)

Blanket Fort” written by @crimindsaspe. The reader makes a fort with her boyfriend Aaron’s son, leading to a PJ party. (Criminal Minds, fluff)

Khal Drogo” written by @letsasoiaftogether. The reader, new to town, stops at a gas station where they meet the leader of the local motorcycle club, the Dothraki. (GoT, Modern AU.)

Secrets” written by @readerxcharacter. The reader, Ciel’s cousin, is hopelessly in love…with Sebastian. (Black Butler, angsty fluff)

Translations” written by @fandoms-writings. The reader is a slave and translator for Khal Drogo. He’s very protective of her. (GoT, angst with a teeny bit of fluff.)

There you have it, lovelies! If you have a fic you’d like me to read, send me an ask/message or tag me! Please no smut :) Happy reading and lots of love!

-Meg

Theory about Loki’s adoption.

First of all, I’m hella sure you ALL READ 10000 fanfcis discussing this topic, whether it be that Odin A ++ parenting version or ,,Loki we are your family lets all hug, ta-daaa rainbows.’’ I WANT TO TALK ABOUT ACTUAL CANONIC FACTS THAT I THINK I REALLY ARE UNDERESTIMATED. 

okay. firstly, I need to quote ALL THE SCENE THAT we all know by heart. yeah the ,,TELL ME’’ scene. 3:)

ODIN; In the aftermath of the battle, I
          went into the Temple, and I found a
          baby. Small for a giant's
          offspring -- abandoned, suffering,
          left to die. Laufey's son.
  LOKI 
          Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun
          blood. Why would you take me???

ODIN
          You were an innocent child. LOKI
          You took me for a purpose, what was
          it?          Tell me!

ODIN
          I thought we could unite our
          kingdoms one day, bring about an
          alliance, bring about a permanent
          peace... through you. But those
          plans no longer matter.    ^tried to cut it short to what’s important
SO lets get to it. 

this is temple of Jotunheim. In the middle of the City.

these are the city gates where Thor and the company fought Laufey. ^the building on the lett side. you can see the two-arcs f the temple in the background. It’s INSIDE the city. IN FACT, IT’S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY. 

anyone, does leaving a child in such place make sense to you? 

moving on. 

Jotunheim attacked Midgard, but as the movie says, 

ODIN NARRATING AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MOVIE

,,Once, mankind accepted a simple truth: that they were not alone in this universe. Some worlds man believed home to their Gods. Others they knew to fear. From around the cold and darkness came the Frost Giants, threatening to plunge the mortal world into a new ice age. But humanity would not face this threat alone. Our armies drove the Frost Giants back into the heart of their own world. The cost was great. In the end, their king fell, and the source of their power was taken from them. With the last great war ended, we withdrew from the other worlds and returned home at the Realm Eternal, Asgard. And here we remain as the beacon of hope, shining out across the stars. And though we have fallen into man’s myths and legends, it was Asgard and its warriors that brought peace to the universe.

Our armies drove the Frost Giants back into the heart of their own world.

^LOOK AS THIS PICTURE CLOSELY, YOU CAN SEE LAUFEY AND ODIN 

The cost was great.

In the end, their king fell,

and the source of their power was taken from them.  (DO YOU SEE LAUFEY AND ODIN IN THE BACKGROUND, ON THE RIGHT CORNER?)

With the last great war ended, we withdrew from the other worlds and returned home at the Realm Eternal, Asgard.

SO, DO YOU SEE WHERE THAT LAST BATTLE TOOK PLACE???

THE TEMPLE WHERE THE CASCET WAS BEING KEPT. AND WHO ALSO WAS THERE, ACCORDING TO SAME ODIN ,,ABANDONED, SUFFERING LEFT TO DIE?’’

LAUFEY’S SON. 

The movie always made me wonder, how the hell did Odin even know Loki was Laufey’s Son, or how did he even knew his Name?  Odin said he was ,,an innocent child’’ and that’s why he got all paternal over him right away. riiiight -_- because he demolished the whole city, went to the most sacred place where the heart of Jotunheim as kept and did not see a single child in whole process? need i remind you that Utgard is the strongest city of Jotunheim and probably that’s where all the old, women and kids were being kept during the unexpected Aesit assault and Odin got all the feels for LAUFEY’S SON? 

So you have to agree, Loki was IN FACT war hostage, which Odin took from HIS FATHER, AFTER KING OF JOTUNHEIM WAS DEFEATED. 

AINT NO ONE LEFT LOKI TO DIE. 

there, I’ve said all this at last. 

——–

also might interest you; THEORY ABOUT THOR’S CAPE

Bound (Unbind Me)

@raven-brings-light this one’s for you! <3


My parents adopted Loki when he was seventeen.

No one at the shelter really knew what happened to him because Loki wasn’t talking. The only thing we did find out a bit later was that his idiot of a dad killed himself when Loki was fifteen and that Loki, not having any relatives that useless police could track down, kept switching houses afterwards, living with one fucked up family and then with another for like two months or three and then being moved again, because all those families, they were shit. The things that go on in people’s houses, that’s something you never really want to know about. Some people are fucking sick and the things these kids see it’s worse than all those torture porn movies you catch on TV. And all those things you witness, they never really leave your mind; they kinda pile up and they turn into this crooked tower that’s casting a shadow over your heart always, not letting any sun in. One floor of that toweris for the empty syringes you find next to the sink with all that dried blood sticking to the needle like sawdust; another one’s for that uncle with the fucking limp who pushes the mouth of his gun under your chin forcing your head back because he’s sure that thing you said to him just now counts as talking back at him or something; and one’s for the tip of that boot that’s always seeking those hollow areas between your ribs, stubborn as fuck.

I was there the day mom and dad drove over to the shelter to pick him up. One of the workers walked him out, guiding him a bit with a hand on his shoulder. I can still see everything, it’s like the image is burned to my mind, this thin guy the same age as me and that crazy contrast between that shoulder-length black hair and that white t-shirt he was wearing, every bone sticking out: cheekbones, elbows, knuckles, clavicles. That haunted look in his eyes. Mom was standing near our car, torn between wanting to rush over and hug him or just give him his space, and dad was watching her with his hands jammed in his pockets, car keys jangling, silver hair looking like metal in the light. I was sitting in the back, the door open, earphones blasting music straight to my brain and I remember it was Blue Jeans and when the line “I’ll love you ‘till the end of time” came up our eyes met and those eyes of his became the landscape of my heart forever, those grey skies the sun can never lay its hands on.

And there’s all those like, polaroids, of him in my mind; sitting on the front stairs and doing his homework with the light of the sun rising casting this orange glow on the pages; looking in the mirror and running his fingers through his wet hair, his thin leather bracelets sliding down his slim wrists; lying beneath me on his bed and reaching up with his palm to touch my face.

There were things Loki loved: like half sitting, half lying on the windowsill, listening to music with his eyes closed, wind moving his hair, one arm and one leg hanging over the ledge, dangling lifeless in the air; walking barefoot all over town in the summertime and coming back home with sticky fox-red blood glueing his toes together; my fingers moving over his lips over and over again, soft, our bellies pressed tight together, his knee nudging against my ribs; and zip ties.

Dad always had zip ties lying around; he’d use them to fasten cords and wires together so they won’t get all over the place, and put them on his bicycle’s tires when it snowed. You could find one or two at any given time on the kitchen counter or in the living room, but he used to keep most of them in the garage.

There was this one time during dinner when dad asked me if I’d taken some because a bunch was missing. He asked me cause you can fix so many stuff with these and I was always good with my hands. But it wasn’t me. Loki, however, put his fork down really quiet and brought his hands right under the table. I was sitting right next to him and managed to catch a glimpse of his hands before they went under; both of his bony wrists had these thin cuts on them, running all around the wrist, wavering over the veins, and there were tiny-tiny dots of dried blood in them looking like black pinpricks.

I nudged his elbow and he looked away.

After mom and dad went to sleep I went into his room. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed and the room was dark. I turned the bed light on and got on my knees before him. He gave me his hands before I even got a chance to ask him to do it for me. And there was his pulse there under my thumbs and his palms were facing up and his fingernails were as thin as a whisper and those scratches looked like cracks running through glass and I shifted my weight and ran my fingers over them.

“Where do you keep them?” I asked and Loki motioned with his chin to a drawer.

And there it was, this little pile of crisp-white zip ties and they crackled when I touched them.

And Loki’s wrists moved in my grip. He crossed his wrists so both palms were facing up and they looked like a pair of wings. And he looked me in the eye and I knew what he wanted.

I took one zip tie and ran it through my fist and looked at Loki’s outstretched wrists. I moved closer and his eyes were on me when I fastened it around his wrists, moving the plastic strap through the locking mechanism and watching that white circle getting smaller and smaller as I tightened it.

And I raised my eyes and there were shadows under Loki’s bottom lip, on the side of his nose, under his brow, right behind his ear and I didn’t want to hurt him so I kept it loose. He could have pulled his wrists out easily but he wanted it tighter and when I didn’t want to do it he grabbed the strap between his teeth and tugged hard. I tried to stop him but the plastic was already cutting into his skin and the fabric of his jeans whispered when he unfolded his long legs, spread them for me and lay on his back, pulling his bound wrists close to his chest.

I covered his body with mine and ran my palms under his shirt, the heel of my hand sliding up his flat belly, fingers pausing to rest over his heart. He couldn’t touch my face with his wrists bound like that, but he closed his fingers around mine through the fabric of his shirt and pressed my palm flat on his chest and the strength of his heart beating made both our hands shake.

Those zip ties became part of our lives. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve bound Loki’s wrists in the dark. Sometimes he’d keep the inner part of his wrists pressed together and curl his hands into fists; other times he’d fold his hands like a man who’s about to pray; sometimes it’d be the backs of his hands pressing against each other, fingers pointing out; and sometimes it’d be his hands forming an 'X’ , tucked under his chin, his black hair spilling like a river over the pale pillows under his head.

And I’d love him and watch the plastic shining between our bodies in the moonlight and afterwards he’d hug my neck with his wrists still bound and I’d feel his wet lashes against my shoulder and I’d ask him what’s wrong but he’d never say. He never told me.

He never told me, until one day he did.

With his lips pressed to my ear, his weight on my lap and his bound wrists linked behind my neck, he told me everything and my arms wrapped tighter around him and my heart wept for him in all that darkness and I rocked him in my arms and that plastic strap felt as cold as a shadow on the back of my neck.

And I cut it with a pair of scissors and then got a new one out of the drawer. I linked our fingers together and fastened the zip tie around our wrists and there was Loki’s pulse there pressing against mine and there were our veins joined, running like blue rivers under the light of the sun in a silent forest, and there were our hearts beating together in the silence of the night.

Loki was always alone in this.

He’ll never be alone in this again.

ameliarating  asked:

Speech bubble!

Odin sat frowning, chin resting on one hand and watching Loki move through the hall. He seldom lingered with any one person for long, his laughter bright and smiles dazzling, but something false about the edges. Loki had always courted disfavor – some part of Odin suspected it was deliberate, a challenge to the world – but of late his mischief had grown sharper, if not quite cruel.

And yet when Odin had confronted him Loki had simply said “it will not happen again, Father” and excused himself.

Somewhere in adolescence, Odin thought, he had lost his ability to understand his younger son, and he was not sure when it had happened. Loki had always been shyer of display than his brother, but his emotions ran just as deep. As a boy Odin had been able to read them with ease, but now…

Odin could see the mask but not what lay behind it, and that made him nervous. -from Birthright

anonymous asked:

What did you and the kids do for Loki for father's day

(They decided to call it “Parent Day Part 2″ from now on.)

  •  Breakfast in bed (courtesy of the Twins with “minimal” assistance from Hela)
  • Cards and presents
  • left for lunch at the Farm with my family
  • partook in a massive water battle - Austen & co. vs. Bennett & co. vs. Bing & co. vs. CJ & co. vs. Loki (and me) vs. Sleip vs. Fen vs. The Twins.
  • Came home, I put Felan down for her nap while Loki went for a run with Sleip and Fen and then swam with Jor
  • Outdoor Movie Marathon (Disney Classics beat out Harry Potter by a single vote)
  • Pizza and Ice Cream
  • Loki put Felan to bed
  • Hela went home
  • Jor headed out to sea to sleep
  • Fen and the Twins said goodnight and shuffled upstairs
  • Sleip went to his stable

And now we’re getting ready for bed because having kids is exhausting.