the silver trickster

His name is John Silver

There’s something profoundly satisfying in Silver’s arc, something which I find very difficult to put into words, but I think there are three layers to it.

Layer one has to do with seeing a human grow into a myth, witnessing a legend coming to life. Layer two has to do with the inner workings of oral storytelling, the fact that we, as humans, are programmed to rejoice when we recognise an older story inside a new one; the belonging we feel when a literary motive we grew up with resurfaces inside a new narration, the thrilling comfort we take in finding out that history does, in fact, rhyme [watching those pirate stories we grew up with as they shed their 19th century persona to wear a 21st century one, without ever ceasing to be true to their core] -

Layer three, though, has to do with Silver, and Silver alone. The point is, the feeling I feel towards a character is a function of the fact that they will never be mine; that their story won’t be living inside mine forever; that no matter how much I long for them, what I have of them is finite, and I must part from them eventually.

But if I love a character the most because they elude me, then few characters will be more lovable than Silver, the one you cannot define, cannot know, cannot grasp; the ever-shifting changeling whose many faces are all true at the same time, but none more than the others – and nothing will ever tell you more about yourself than the face John Silver chooses to show you and you alone, or so you think. And can you really call a liar a creature who’s simply and truly made of many opposing creatures, all aiming towards the same inscrutable aim? The trickster, the killer, the storyteller who becomes the story itself. His name is John Silver, and it’s a name that will outlast us all.

anonymous asked:

“Are you crying?” “I wasn’t crying.” + Loki

“Are you crying?”

Sakaar was… not particularly kind. 

Not to you, at least. You weren’t a fast talking God of Lies like Loki was and the Grandmaster had you pegged for a fighter the moment you were rolled out in front of him. Why?

You had no idea.

You weren’t – you were a respected Midgardian astrophysicist with a fancy looking doctorate in Viking & Norse studies. If anything, you were a book worm. You were nothing like the heroes you’d read about in your studies. Not like Thor or Lady Sif or… even Volstagg. He could, at least, swing a battle axe. You? No. Not at all.

For fuck’s sake, Thor had sought you out after learning about Hela. He wanted to know more about Ragnarok. Jane had… well… kindly shoved him and Loki your way. Something about a mutual breakup? 

Anyway, you had PhD’s, not fighting skills.

So it’s no wonder that after being suited up for battle (all the while being given a pep talk by Korg), and stepping into that raucous arena, you’re pummeled into the blue sand by a contender three times bigger than yourself. You lose miserably, screaming bloody murder the entire time, much to the enjoyment of the crowd and actual worry of Loki.

Had it not been for the Trickster God’s silver tongue and knack for negotiations, you most likely would have been left for dead. But, instead, you’re escorted (more like carried, really) to his room in ribbons. Your face is bloodied, sporting a black eye and bloodied nose. Your ribs were most certainly broken, and you right leg was in no better shape. You can barely stand.

All in all, you are very broken.

Loki forgot how delicate you Midgardians were.

You’ve settled yourself on the far edging of the king-sized bed, facing the window with the colorful night-life of Sakaar bustling outside of it, as you try to patch up the shredded remains of your knees – there’s a growing pile of bloodied gauze piling on the floor. Blue specs of arena turf litter the shag carpet. Loki spots your shoulders quake.

Your hands look like leaves in the wind.

And still, as you sniff, you try to compose yourself.

“No. No, I w-wasn’t crying.”

“Friendly reminder that I’m the God of Lies, here,” Loki chides, moving slowly from his spot in the doorway to round the bed and stand before you. He crosses his arms, blinking down at you. Your face is a mess – bruises have started to creep up your neck from where the other contender gripped you as she slammed you into the arena ground. Loki winces. It had been a rather gruesome sight. “You’re not fooling me.”

His tone is softer than you’re used to. You blink up at him, eyes raw with tears, as you drop the gauze and tweezers in your lap out of frustration. No matter how much you pick, there’s more turf embedded in your skin. You can’t help it when more tears spring to your eyes – you’re an absolute mess, and now this brat has to see you like this and he’s never going to let you live it down and –

“Let me help you.”

And he does. 

If Frigga taught her son anything, it was how to wield a strong healing incantation. With his hands swathed in green light, he busies himself with your knees – his brows are knotted in concentration and you begin to realize how different he is from his brother – and you swipe at the tears on your face. He seems to feel you watching, and dark eyes fleet up to your face if just for a moment. He swallows.

“You’re staring.”

“Sorry.”

It doesn’t stop you though – you watch his hands work like he’s pushing and pulling some sort of energy and gradually your knees don’t hurt as much as they did before. It’s a little mesmerizing. His hands skim the bare skin of your shin and you’re tied between wincing and whining. 

Silence slips between the two of you, heavy and thick. 

Finally, you speak. Your voice is quieter than you anticipated it to be.

“Why are you helping me?” 

Loki doesn’t really have an answer. You know it the second he hesitates, lips curling into a snarl as he retorts:

“A little gratitude would be nice, bug.”

“… Thank you.”

You meant it.

Loki could tell.

Frost  (Chapter Four)

Tony and Loki try to get closer. Thor and Tony talk about the hjartslattur bond. Loki has a break down.
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“Why do you call Thor ‘Our King’?” Tony asked as they headed back into the castle when it was finally too dark to continue gardening.

“What else would I call him?” Loki sent him an odd look. “That is his title, just like you are Sir Anthony, though I will admit to having a more difficult time with that one.”

“Yeah, no I think we all know Sir Anthony sounds stupid.” Tony agreed with a laugh and the tiniest smile creased Loki’s mouth. “I guess I mean, why don’t you call him brother? Or Thor?”

“He is not my brother.” Loki hated that the words sounded so bitter. “And I have no right to address him by his given name. Not only is he King, but he and I– he and I–” Loki cleared his throat. “Addressing him as ‘Our King’ is just prudent.”

“That’s fair.” Tony nodded. “Well, since I’m never going to refer to you as ‘Prince’, feel free to never call me Sir Anthony.”

“You never even refer to me as Loki, I certainly don’t expect you to address me as Prince.”

“Yeah, well Reindeer Games, you threw me out a window once. So you know.”

“I would ask your forgiveness for that.” Loki stopped halfway down the hall and grasped Tony’s wrist. “I am not sure if you are aware of all that preceded those events but–”

“God you guys talk like you’re out of Knights of the Round Table.” Tony rolled his eyes. “It’s fine. Thor has tried to explain it, it’s all very Norse Mythology and I can’t say I understand it but I do know you weren’t really acting under your own power or whatever, alright? No harm no foul.”

“Anthony.” Loki’s grip tightened and he stared down into deep brown eyes. “I would ask your forgiveness.”

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Some trades out in March.  Note that the two Silver Age covers are not final, as they’ll be drawn by Evan Shaner, so these are just placeholder images.  But as you can see, there are a whole bunch of Rogue appearances included in these trades.  Piper isn’t specifically mentioned in the Waid book, but he’s in there.

THE FLASH: THE SILVER AGE OMNIBUS VOL. 3 HC
Written by JOHN BROOME, GARDNER FOX and others • Art by CARMINE INFANTINO, ROSS ANDRU, GIL KANE and others • Cover by EVAN “DOC” SHANER
The Flash and Kid Flash team up in these stories from THE FLASH #164-199, featuring their battles against Reverse-Flash, Gorilla Grodd, Captain Cold and Heat Wave, Abra Kadabra, Dr. Light and more! Includes guest-appearances by Green Lantern, the Golden Age Flash and Superman!
On sale JULY 18 • 800 pg, FC, $99.99 US • ISBN: 978-1-4012-8104-5

THE FLASH: THE SILVER AGE VOL. 3 TP
Written by JOHN BROOME and GARDNER FOX
Art by CARMINE INFANTINO, JOE GIELLA and others
Cover by EVAN “DOC” SHANER
In these adventures from the early 1960s, Abra Kadrabra transforms the Flash into a puppet! Plus, the Scarlet Speedster meets the Elongated Man to take on Captain Cold, gets help from Kid Flash against an alien invasion and travels to Earth-2 to help the Justice Society battle Vandal Savage! And don’t miss appearances by Rogues including Pied Piper, Reverse-Flash, Heat Wave, the Trickster, Weather Wizard and Mr. Element in these stories from THE FLASH #133-147.
On sale APRIL 4 • 400 pg, FC, $29.99 US • ISBN: 978-1-4012-7826-7

THE FLASH BY MARK WAID BOOK FOUR TP
Written by MARK WAID and others
Art by MIKE WIERINGO, SALVADOR LARROCA, CARLOS PACHECO, ROGER ROBINSON and others
Cover by MIKE WIERINGO and JOSE MARZAN
After the events of ZERO HOUR, the Flash—a.k.a. Wally West—gets a glimpse of the future and doesn’t like what he sees! Meanwhile he and Impulse have a rematch with Kobra’s forces. But something seems off about Wally’s speed, which leaves him looking not quite like himself. But even as he tries to deal with his own personal problems, issues with Impulse begin to arise and Wally must seek out the help of Max Mercury.
Collects THE FLASH #0 and #95-105 and THE FLASH ANNUAL #8.
On sale APRIL 4 • 368 pg, FC, $34.99 US • ISBN: 978-1-4012-7821-2

THE FLASH: THE REBIRTH DELUXE EDITION BOOK TWO HC
Written by JOSHUA WILLIAMSON • Art by CARMINE DI GIANDOMENICO, HOWARD PORTER, JESUS MERINO, NEIL GOOGE and others • Cover by JASON FABOK
The Rogues have sprung a deadly cat-and-mouse game that will have the Fastest Man Alive on the run across the globe! Is the Scarlet Speedster fast enough to stop five diabolical crimes? Then, the aftermath of “THE BUTTON” has left Barry Allen at a crossroads. Can he mend his relationship with Kid Flash? Green Lantern Hal Jordan offers some advice, but the Flash doesn’t have time to make a decision, thanks to the return of the Reverse-Flash!
Collects issues #14-27.
On sale APRIL 25 • 344 pg, FC, $34.99 US • ISBN: 978-1-4012-7842-7

SUICIDE SQUAD VOL. 5: KILL YOUR DARLINGS TP
Written by ROB WILLIAMS
Art by GUS VAZQUEZ, AGUSTIN PADILLA and others
Cover by STJEPAN SEJIC
Devastated by Rustam and his Burning World, the international conspiracy known as the People reveal themselves to Amanda Waller in a desperate move to secure their mysterious endgame for planet Earth! Meanwhile, the walls tighten for Boomerang as Harley Quinn gets closer to discovering the traitorous murderer within Task Force X!
Collects issues #21-25.
On sale APRIL 11 • 128 pg, FC, $14.99 US • ISBN: 978-1-4012-7880-9

anonymous asked:

Of all the characters you sorted from the Avengers, Loki was left out. Will you sort him any time soon? I'm interested to see what opinions you have.

slytherin slytherin slytherin slytherin slytherin ravenclaw slytherin slytherin slytherin slytherin slytherin 

Nah, but like actually. 

Note: the way we play this sorting game, “primary” means WHY you do things, and “secondary” means HOW. 

MCU Loki has a Slytherin Primary the size of Heimdall’s awesomeness and a Slytherin Secondary that's even bigger. He’s got the Slytherin Primary’s selfish valuing of himself and his ambitions, and it’s driving personal loyalties; and the Secondary’s cunning, illusion play, and tricks. 

When you put a Slytherin Secondary/Ravenclaw model or a Ravenclaw Secondary/Slytherin Model together you often get the “mwuahaha” evil mastermind, or subtler variations of it at least. Loki’s got a Ravenclaw Model (to briefly define model: Loki can fully imagine and use the logic and long-term strategic planning of Ravenclaw, even if his quick-thinking, manipulative, adaptable Slytherin Secondary is easier to hand).

On top of all that, Loki has strewn a Slytherin performance of the silver tongued illusionist and trickster. The way Loki plays at being trickster actually distracts from all the ways he’s truly tricking his adversaries. 

Loki “petrifies” his Slytherin Primary (somewhat) over the course of the movies, going from doing everything in order to win his adopted family’s love and respect, to happily stabbing Thor in Avengers and presumably killing Odin. 

The “somewhat” is because of the exception – Loki’s mother, Frigga. Even in Thor 2, Loki cares for and values his mother; enough that Odin’s punishes him by trying to keep Frigga from him, and enough that her death drives Loki into a destructive rage and vengeance spiral that helps drive the middle of the movie. Loki and his Slytherin Secondary still play other games and quietly take the day and the throne, but his grief and rage are honest and real – it’s a particularly Slytherin Secondary trait to lie with the truth. 

Loki’s Song (Part 5)

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The nightmare woke him, but it was the person in his room that had jerking upright in his bed.

“Cease, Anthony.” Loki’s voice seemed so much deeper in the dark. “There is no need for concern.”

“No need for concern. You’re just… standing in my room in the middle of the night. Because that’s what normal, well adjusted people do.” Tony’s voice was just edging on panicked and Loki found himself stepping forward before he could stop, reaching for him. “Back off.” Tony ordered, and he did, retreating to the doorway.

“You dream of the battle with the Chitauri.” Loki said softly, and after a long silence, Tony nodded.

“The hole in space. When my suit shut down. I almost died. I think I did die.”

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Thranduil/Bard of Laketown Fanfic Masterpost

A list of Barduil stories that I have compiled. After seeing The Battle of the Five Armies, this ship hit me so hard. I’ll update it whenever I read a new story, or if someone requests to have their story added. This is mainly just a place for me to keep track of all the amazing Barduil stories I read, and I figured I’d share it, since there is a serious lack of Barduil stories. Everyone who ships this should really read these, since they are fantastic and give me all the feels. (Updated 3/24/2015)

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Chasing This Starlight, Ch. 3 -- Memory Loss prompt for the silver trickster

Summary: When Natasha loses her memories after being targeted by an unknown enemy, there’s only one person Thor knows who has the capability of bringing them back. A pity Loki asked Thor to never interfere in his life again after dropping to Earth half a year ago.

Rating: T

Also found at my AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1123016/chapters/2347500

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coolcephalopod  asked:

blackfrost prompt [otpprompts]: Imagine Person A playfully keeping Person B pinned down as they take B from behind. Person A lays their hands over B’s as they kiss and bite B’s neck and shoulder, whispering naughty/sweet things into their ear. Bonus: They’re doing it in front of a mirror. Person A takes pleasure from the look on B’s face as B whimpers beneath them. (i'd love you forever if you wrote this <3)

Yes.  Yes a thousand times yes.  

HNG.  I’m writing it as we speak.  Ish.