TS Inktober Day 9! Prompt: “take a song title that’s not meant to be scary, imagine it as the title of a new horror movie. Draw the poster art for that new horror movie.”
I took the song You by Dodie Clark!! The song itself is rather upbeat, but I just imagined Dodie getting followed by a mysterious demonic shadow figure lol PLUS, as a bonus, the date it’s released is June 10, aka 6/10 😂😂😂😂 @thatsthat24
(I’ve kind of lost hope that Thomas will ever notice any of my inktober drawings, but hey maybe this is the one, Dodie’s in it after all)
To the anon who requested a one-shot where the reader doesn’t know Loki likes her!
It had all started
“LADY Y/N! COME HAVE BREAKFAST WITH LOKI AND I!” Thor yelled
bursting through your room. You had jumped disturbed from reading your book as
a hand maiden braided your long H/C hair. The maiden giggled as she twisted
your hair for the last time and then tied it off. You had always made sure to look your best
because you may have had a crush on the younger prince.
“Thank You Dagmar.” You patted her hand and gathered your
skirts to join Thor and Loki. You had to admit, you really did not want to
accompany Thor because he was too loud. You didn’t have much of a problem with
Loki though. He was usually quiet and reserved or so you thought. You made your way down the halls and into the
dining hall. Nobody was present except for Thor, Loki, and the warriors three.
As you approached the table you went to sit down next to
Loki when suddenly your butt hit the stone floor beneath it as your heart
calmed itself from the mini heart attack you were experiencing. Laughter permeated the air around you as
tears stung your eyes the heat of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.
“LADY Y/N ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Thor asked around a chuckle. You
were dumbfounded until you heard a small chuckle come from your left. Your eyes
landed on Loki. You should have known with his mischievous nature. You jumped
up, brushed your ass off and proceeded down the hall.
“Where are you going?” Volstagg asked with a mouthful of
food. “Breakfast has only started.”
“I um. I really need to go I forgot that Frigga requested my
help with something.” You muttered twisting your braid around your finger. In reality you had bee-lined for your room
once again. You rushed through the door and into your personal rest room to
hide. You recovered after an hour or so
after burying your embarrassment in a book. Thor had requested you spar with
him and the warriors, and despite your embarrassment you felt the need to show
You changed your dress to a more appropriate sparring outfit
and so you headed out to the field in which the warriors liked to spend their
time rough housing or training. You couldn’t help feeling your stomach sink
when you spotted the raven haired prince from afar. A scoff tore its way out of
~2 hours later~
Fandral grunted as he hit the ground beneath him as you
kicked his legs out from underneath him. You giggled as you offered your hand.
You couldn’t hide it you found Fandral very attractive, and he had been open
flirting with him all day.
“I think I’m done having my ass handed to me.” He said as
you helped him to his feet.
“I’ll fight her.” Loki offered. You rolled your eyes but weren’t
going to back off. Within minutes you were circling Loki.
“You see Fandral the key is to surprise your opponent.” He
said when suddenly he lunged past you. You swung around to find Loki holding
his knife and something else, something long and twisted. Then it dawned on
you. You ran your fingers through your hair. Nope. No hair. It had been severed
completely short. Tears stung your eyes as clones of Loki surrounded you
laughing holding replicas of your hair.
Within seconds your sorrow turned into rage. You spun around tackling
the prince to the ground causing all clones to disappear.
“Why are you such a prick!” You yelled feeling your hair
falling around your face. Loki was stunned for a moment. That is until he pushed
you off of him and straddled you himself.
You struggled for a moment until the look on his face rendered you
motionless. He leaned down beside you.
“You look gorgeous with your new haircut.” He whispered and
then kissed your cheek. By this time the warriors had grown bored with the
sparring and it was only you two left on the field.
“I like you Y/N, and I have no other way of showing it. I
apologize.” He said eyes softening losing the mischievious glint.