outofmagic: Okay, I am so so so so sorry, I have asks and roleplays to reply to but I’m having a really bad night right now and I have no idea where any of my muses are right now. I promise I’ll get to my drafts and asks soon, but tonight I think I just need to take a step back and away from my computer.
If you want to roleplay with Loki, Sherlock or IM!Loki, please feel free to send me a message and we’ll start plotting, I’m always open to new role-plays.
Gonna try to sleep. Goodnight everyone. <3
In Need of Hope ImogenlaneXdearlokigodofmischief (Closed)
“Those are all wonderful names.” She watched as his face seemed to light up a bit when he spoke of his children. It was nice to hear people sound happy as they reflected on their pasts; ever since she found out that she was going to die soon, Imogen made it her goal to try to get others to realize how brilliant life could truly be. Returning her attention back to Loki she realized he said he had many kids but only named two; maybe that was a lot for him. A lot of people sometimes commented about one child being too much to handle. Soon her parents wouldn’t even have that. She frowned at that sudden realization and began to wonder, was she being selfish to her mom and dad for wanting to live a life before her time ended?
Holding the jacket tighter to her as if it could fend off the negativity, she tried to focus on the present. The past somehow always managed to find her and bring her down at the worst times. She was trying so hard to live in the now, it was the whole reason she ran away. “I am sorry about not being able to see them a lot. I bet you miss them.”
“I do miss them, yes,” Loki said, although the slight smile remained upon his lips. Sometimes he found himself wondering how his children were. Hel, of course, took care of Helheim. As far as Loki knew, she was very happy caring for her realm and accommodating souls who had left the land of the living. His other children, however, were not so fortunate. Odin didn’t trust any of them so they were taken from him and forced into exile throughout different realms. Not only to keep them away from their father (or mother, in some cases, Loki happened to be both), but to keep them away from one another. Odin seemed to believe they were less harmful this way. What he didn’t stop to consider was the idea that now Loki and his children all had a reason to build a personal vendetta against him. The only child he got to see on a regular basis was Sleipnir and Sleipnir had been taken as Odin’s personal steed.
“But I check up on them and I know they are growing up well, so that is enough for me. For now at least. Sometimes a parent needs to know when to let go and I have certainly done that. Not to say that I do not love my children because I do. They are more important than anything, but I cannot suffocate them. It is not exactly an easy thing to do for parents, but they all have to learn eventually.”
There was a long flash of fear through Stolas’s eyes before he found his footing and his guts. He took a step back, briefly massaging his boney elbow and keeping his eyes cautiously on Loki. He looked ready to lunge at Loki. “I told ya to shut her up! Doc’s my mate but I ain’t havin’ her spilling secrets, aye?” The temperature spiked quickly.
Cim had already scrambled to the farthest corner, diving away from both Loki and Stolas.
“You look like you’re fixing for a fight, Prince! A brawl, aye?” The fire giant, though he appeared as a short Vanir, moved himself into a defensive position, as if ready to fight. Stolas wished that Loki would shout back as he was doing, disliking this oppressively calm violence. It was easier to react to aggressive fighting behaviour rather than this static anger that Loki projected. There was one way to fix that though…
The information broke stabbed out his arm, rushing forward. Rather than punching like he usually did first, he grabbed the chain on the handcuffs and yanked it forward, strong enough to pull Loki towards him. That was when Stolas’s over fist collided with the Prince’s chin.
Cim let out a surprised half scream at the blow. As Stolas readied himself for another punch, Cim had disappeared into her clothing emerging as a coppery fox. The tiny fox had darted under Stolas’s bed, hiding from what she had assumed would be an impending fight. The startled child was not taking any risks, if a proper fight did break out in this enclosed place, she had to stay as far way as possible. The little girl was not designed for any fighting and would not fare well if she got caught up.
Stolas had his elbow back, cocked to slam forward again.
Loki took the punch with the turn of his head. Pain radiated through his jaw, but he had certainly taken worse. He had grown up with Thor, training with the oaf almost every day for years upon years of practice. If there was one thing Loki knew how to handle, it was brute force and he didn’t particularly care that he was in a weakened state. His calm anger was enough to keep him on his feat.
Pain was real, enduring it was merely a state of mind. Mind over matter.
“In case you did not realize, Stolas, you are not the boss of me. You have no right to tell me what to do and I have no reason whatsoever to listen to you,” Loki replied. “And another thing you should probably stop to consider, Blaise does not like you,” he added. Insult to injury as some might say. How many times had Loki heard the annoyance the doctor tried so desperately to keep from his tone directed towards Stolas? How many times had he enforced that he didn’t like Stolas?
After one decent punch to the jaw, Loki wasn’t about to let the fire giant catch him with another hit and as Stolas came forward to deliver another blow, he moved to the side as much as his hold on the shackles would allow. The metal, he could already tell, was growing warm with Stolas’ temperature and while the immediate pain was a concern, Loki knew that metal expanded under the influence of heat.
Eventually the shackles would become pliable, maybe even melt, but Loki didn’t need to get to that point, he only needed them to become flexible enough to slip his hands through the otherwise too-hot metal and with Stolas’ raging temper, it wouldn’t take long to reach that point, so Loki didn’t even attempt to pull the chains from his opponent’s grip. Instead, he brought a knee up to, hopefully, knock the wind out of the other man.
I am Bad Wolf II m!a
“I have nothing else to give. I can’t stay with you, I can’t be with you to see our children into the world, to raise them and see them grow, but I can do this.” His words were faint, barely above a whisper. His body was failing him rapidly. Hours away from his final moments, it was becoming a struggle to function normally. He had changed everything he could while still holding the universe together, and he hoped that would be enough to keep Loki going, at the very least. There was a sickening moment in the realization that one’s life is going to end, that you are going to die. Die, nothing else, no second chance, no possible escape, die. Were the Doctor alone and free to think this out, it would have gotten to him. He would have worried, would have been angry or frustrated at all the lost moments of life he’d yet to live, but that wasn’t an option now.
The fact was, he wasn’t alone, and he hadn’t been for years. For a man who so often let his lonileness dominate his life, he had finally found someone with whom he could feel content, even safe, and most importantly, loved. It had been such a great weight to be lifted from his shoulders, to be free of such a crippling lonilness after so long alone. To feel a hand brush against his, soft lips press against his and know ‘This is someone who loves me. This is someone I love. This is someone I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.” What a fantastic thought that had been, to think he could actually spend the rest of his life with someone rather than vice versa. What once brought a sense of joy now brought about a terrible sense of guilt. He had spent so much time worrying about his companions dying, what a sad joke the universe played now by having him be the one to die, and to leave his spouse to raise their children alone.
His spouse. Their children. Things the Doctor truly never believed he would say again, yet here he was, saying it just as he was about to die. What a terribly sad and cruel joke life played, to give to much only to leave us with so little.
“…When this becomes too much, the energy will build up until it bursts. When I feel it coming, I’ll go into the TARDIS and take off. She’s the only one that can contain it, and if she can’t I need to be floating in space far from anyone I can harm. After that, she’ll lock automatically and float until the end of time. I don’t know what kind of radiation it might leave behind…I can’t send her back to you.” He paused, angry with himself for letting this happen, for not being clever enough to think a way out of it. “I just don’t want to explain this later. When I have to- when i have to say goodbye I want you to know so no time’s wasted on explanations.” He slowly lifted Loki’s hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I only have a few hours, one day tops, but the time I have belongs to you. What would you like to do? “
All Loki could truly do was nod. He wasn’t sure if not seeing the Doctor die would be better or worse but he didn’t have a choice in the matter. On one hand, if he saw the Doctor die, he could let go. It would take so long, but he would know, for sure, that he would never be returning. It was promised closure, something that he wasn’t sure he would have if he didn’t see the Doctor die. There would always be some sliver of him that would cling to the hope that the Doctor had figured some way out of death, that he was still alive and that maybe he would come back. On the other hand, perhaps that bit of irrational hope was what he needed to keep from completely shutting down.
Just thinking about it made him sick and in a few hours, he would be living through it.
He didn’t utter a word until the Doctor asked him what he wanted to do. What did you do with someone who would be dead in a matter of hours? And something that didn’t come off as totally and completely selfish at that? Loki didn’t know. The entire situation had him at a loss for words and the Doctor wasn’t physically fit enough to do much anyway. His body was practically withering away before Loki’s eyes, they wouldn’t be able to do much of what the usually did. “I want you to be part of choosing names for our children,” he finally decided on. Telling his children what happened to the Doctor would probably be one of the most difficult things he would ever have to tell them, but letting them know that he was as involved as he could be before he passed away would make it a bit easier.
Happy Daddy’s and Grand-daddy’s day, Papa!
“Beautiful. Thank you darling, this is going on my nightstand.”
Summer Break = New Roleplays
outofmagic: I think I’m going to bed.
I don’t feel good. I’m kind of in a horrible funk and I just feel like crap right now. I feel like I’ve lost a lot of roleplay partners as of late. I don’t seem to have many threads to work on anymore and I don’t know when that happened so I’m just going to throw it out there:
I know I’ve turned down people for roleplays in the past because of my busy schedule. However, I am now on summer break, I don’t get up to a lot unless I’m hanging out with friends and whatnot, so I am totally and completely open for roleplays. If you have wanted to rp with me in the past and I’ve turned you away due to my schedule, please feel free to come back and we can plot up a storm. I’ll roleplay with anyone really, I love crossovers, I love same-fandom. I love lots of things.
- Captain America/Steve Rogers. I don’t have one anymore and I would love to have one.
- Thor. I roleplay with a few Thors however I don’t have one that I constantly roleplay with.
- Anything Doctor Who, especially Jack Harkness and Donna Noble.
- Anything Sherlock.
- Anything Supernatural. In fact I have a Hunter Verse for Loki.
- Anything TrueBlood (especially a Pam or an Eric)
- Canon characters for almost every fandom (even if I don’t know much about the fandom)
- Adapted versions of characters
- I’ll even be willing to do complete AUs where Loki isn’t the God of Mischief.
Anything else, really, and we can discuss the potential. Unfortunately Loki is a secondary blog, so I can’t send asks from his blog/follow from his blog, but if you send me an ask or fanmail, I will reply.
I have other roleplay blogs as well, if you’d like to roleplay with another muse. My two biggest ones are Sherlock Holmes (BBC’s version, he’s actually older than Loki). Currently I’m actually looking for a John Watson for Sherlock. My John has been inactive for quite a long time.
My other is an AU Loki where he is actually Iron Man. He’s completely human. In his universe, he has basically taken on the role of Tony Stark, but his personality is still very Loki, Loki from a Midgardian standpoint.
I also have an 11th Doctor blog although I’m not on him all that much.
I’m always looking for people to roleplay with on all of my blogs, so if you are interested, please don’t be afraid to send me an ask. I’ve heard a lot of people say they’re too intimidated to talk to me and honestly you don’t have to be, I’m just an ordinary person with a couple of roleplay blogs.
And, of course, I am also always taking asks and magic!anons on all of my blogs all the time!
Sorry for the bit of ranting I just did, I don’t know why I’m feeling so down, I just… I want to keep Loki (and my other muses) alive, because they make me happy and I just feel like I need a bit of a pick me up, I guess?
I’d also like to take a moment to address all of my wonderful followers. I don’t care how long you’ve been around, whether you followed me when my blog was brand new or yesterday. The fact that you have followed me and stuck around means so much to me and I think you all are wonderful. I’m grateful for you sticking around.
Again, I am sorry for my ranting, I do tend to ramble when I’m down. I’m going to bed now so I don’t subject you to anymore of my madness :P
Cim let herself be pulled and rearranged on Loki’s lap, settling back onto his chest. She listened to Loki, cocking her head as her grandfather chastised her and explained. For a moment, she almost seemed to listen to Loki, seeming thoughtful at the words. But then she spoke quietly, “One more question… Then I won’t speak anymore. Promise.”
She turned to Blaise who was pale and wraith-like in his fragile-ness, seeming faint as he stared at the closed coffin stiffly.
“What if…” Blaise turned sharply to the child, startled and wide-eyed as his attention turned back to her. “…What if I told you that it was me who could resurrect your son~” Stolas stormed closer, holding his hand up threateningly to grab Cim or cover her mouth and yelling ‘Shut her up!’ “~but it’s my life that’s forfeited?”
The doctor gave an choked laugh, anxious and distressed. He tried smiling. “Uh, um, that’s not a, uh, funny joke, little girl. Haha… ha… N-not at all a funny j-joke.” The medic trailed off. “So p-please don’t, er, make such, um, jokes, child…” He half begged.
“It’s not a joke…” She murmured, trying to ignore her grandfather and not noticing Stolas. “I could bring your son back from the dead. But I would have to give my life. Would you still ask me to do it? To save your so~!!”
Stolas had reached Loki and Cim, swiping his hand out at her and wrapping it around her jaw and lips, silencing her. The child struggled, pushing at the offensive hand and scratching the back with blunt nails. “I told ya to shut her up!” He hissed at Loki, almost half dragging Cim off his lap.
In the background there was loud bang as the cell door was slammed shut in panic. The doctor had rushed from the room, disappearing in a flurry. The fire giant glanced in surprise, seeing the medic was now gone.
“Cim. Stop,” Loki said in a rather stern matter. He knew perfectly well that she wasn’t joking, but Blaise had no way of knowing that. Although why Cim’s life would need to be sacrificed, he really didn’t understand, she was able to wield necromancy at will, what did her own life have to do with it?
Unless there was something he didn’t know?
Perhaps her necromancy wasn’t as straight forward as he first believed, perhaps he had been extremely foolish of him to believe that necromancy was a simple thing for her. She was half dead because her mother was half dead but was if possible that every time Cim brought someone back from the Afterlife, she died just a bit more?
It wasn’t until Stolas actually approached then and reached out to grab Cim that Loki ever responded to the fire giant in a physical manner. His hands lashed out in a fashion that slammed the shackles’ chains into a pressure point right above his elbow, forcing him to release Cim. He quickly set her aside and pushed himself to his feet, keeping himself between Cim and Stolas.
“Do not ever put your hands on my granddaughter, Stolas. Do not ever touch a child in such a fashion ever again. I have no idea who you think you are, but if you will not treat me with respect, you will treat her with respect. I care not for what she has said, you have absolutely no right to place your hands upon her, do I make myself perfectly clear?” Loki asked in a stern-yet-eerily calm tone. The only thing that betrayed how angry he truly was happened to be his emerald eyes turning to rubies. Usually it was due to the high humidities and temperatures but now it was nothing but his temper.
A God of Death and a God of Mischief
The girl sighed again rubbing her forehead. “Damn computers…Well sadly I can’t return unless I want to lose my head to my boss. So your not human are you?” She asked glancing down at the nearly healed wound and nodding towards it. The scythe at her shoulder had seemingly disappeared when she realized she couldn’t collect his soul allowing her to lean forward without even thinking she was going to drop it to the ground.
“Well you don’t smell human anyway although your sent is mixed with one. Interesting, I haven’t smelled that sent before. And you don’t have my kind’s sent, so your not a reaper.” She squinted at him and then arched a brow. “What are you exactly?”
“Human? No, nothing close,” Loki said, his eyes falling back to the wound that was slowly closing upon his abdomen. The rest of his senses, however, remained open and alert just in case the Reaper was less friendly than she first appeared. One thing Loki would like to avoid was a war between the gods, but if he needed to defend himself, he certainly would and he wouldn’t trust a perfect (and powerful) stranger, not to attempt to harvest his soul anyway. He knew nothing of her, nothing of if she happened to be power hungry or if her higher ups struck enough fear within her to have her do something drastic.
When she asked what he was, Loki finally lifted his eyes to meet hers. “You really do not recognize me?” he questioned. Humans usually didn’t but deities, even those from other religions, usually did. “I am Loki, of Asgard, quite well known for my talents as a matter of fact. Why I would show up in your systems, I cannot say.”
In Need of Hope ImogenlaneXdearlokigodofmischief (Closed)
She was surprised as a jacket suddenly wrapped around over her shoulders. Looking up at the man, she shot him a grateful smile before holding it closer to her. “Thank you.” The thought that he may like her never passed through her mind, she wasn’t much of a romantic girl and at this point of her life wasn’t looking for any type of relationship. Any flirting thrown at her would have to be very blunt for her to even notice. What did pass through her mind was maybe he wasn’t as bad as she thought, he actually seemed caring and generous. The exact opposite of what she pinned him to be. Just goes to show, don’t judge a book by its cover.
Bringing her knees up to her chest, and feeling warmer as well as more comfortable with the man, Imogen decided to try to get to know him more. Maybe he had more surprises in store he interested her. “So, you said you had kids. What are their names?” He seemed like he would be a wonderful father, just by the way he seemed to help her out she could see his paternal motives. Her own father was, in her mind, perfect but still with his own downfalls.
Loki nodded his “you’re welcome” with a slight smile upon his lips as he finally took a seat on one of the swings. His legs were so long, the hope of actually swinging was practically tossed out the window but at least it gave him something somewhat sturdy to sit on. Usually he found a bench, but swings were much more youthful and as of late, Loki could really use a day to be a kid again.
“My children?” Loki thought about all of the children that he had. It was probably best not to speak of them all considering he appeared to be nothing more than thirty. How many children could he really have before people started to question who and what he actually was? “I have a few. Hela is my daughter, Fenrir is my son. I suppose my parents idea of naming me after Norse mythology sort of passed down to me. My children are lovely, brilliant really, but they live with their mother so I do not always get to see them.” All right, perhaps that was a lie. His children were grown and spread out throughout the Nine Realms, but he couldn’t tell a completely ordinary girl that without sounding like a nut, could he?
“It is very sweet of you and I will be sure to find a special place for it, all right?”
Truthfully I do not know many Midgardian dialects. I do not spend my time attempting to learn them, not because I am uninterested, but because it is not necessary. The language that Thor and I speak is an ancient language that translates itself for anyone to understand. This is why the crowd in Germany could understand me without me “translating”. The only reason I happen to know so much about English is because I have spent so much time around those who speak English.
Annoyed? With the fact that you are complimenting my abilities as a father? I may not be the friendliest person around, but even I can take a compliment. It means more than you know, that you believe me to be a decent father considering there are many who do not. My children are the most important part of my existence, even more so than my own life.
My favorite word from the English language? Well… I have grown rather fond of the word “mischief”. Let me see here… Epiphany, I simply like the way it rolls off the tongue. Immaculate and incunabula are also words I find interesting although I am not entirely sure why.
Quim, love that. Leviathan as well. Masquerade.
I could go on like this for a while.
Loki knelt down once the child revealed herself and he looked down at the little girl. She seemed bashful, but very sweet and Loki smiled in the most sincere way possible. “Well thank you, dear, this is very sweet of you,” he said quietly, taking the card from her. It definitely looked like a child did it, but it was heart warming just the same.
My exact age? Bother, I honestly have lost track. I am not certain of my exact birth date considering I was stolen from Jotunheim and birthdays mean very little for someone who lives for thousands and thousands of years.
Coffee? Yes, coffee is probably one of the very few things that Thor and I have in common.