Friends in the HIVE

harbingerofumbrella:

Eris took Loki by the arms a lead him to the back entrance of the room.  Eris knew her subordinates all too well to bring him through the buzzing swarm of personal.  It wasn’t to say that they would blame Loki for what had happened, that is not the case at all.   The subordinates: soldiers, mercenaries, and scientist alike are all far too aware of the consequences of working for Umbrella.  They knew that working there meant the possibility of a shortened life expectancy.   They wouldn’t blame Loki for what had transpired.   The reason why Eris took him through the rear entrance was because her subordinates would eat Loki alive with their stares.   They expected there leaders to be unquakeable, steely in stride and gaze.    This was not Loki at the moment in time. 

She didn’t question his abilities.    She never would do so.  However she never would have imagined that a death would hit him this hard.   “This way beloved.”  The hall was empty and rather on the bleak side.   The alternative route was mainly used for hauling larger items up to the mansion.  Once in the elevator, Eris unlocked the primary controls to they could make a non-stop trip to the mansion without having to pick up anything or one on the way up.  “Alright love, we’ll be upstairs shortly.  I’ll get your bath started and I’ll bring some food up to you.  You just need to rest a bit is all.”

Loki followed Eris without a word or protest. His mind was racing on other thoughts. The bleakness of the hallway didn’t really seem to bother him, he hardly even registered it though he saw if perfectly well. Instead, he could only see his dead team member lying on the ground before the rest of the team. Sighing, Loki leaned against the wall of the elevator, watching his lover unlock the control panel. Why they took this back route, he didn’t dare ask, though the answer seemed a bit too obvious. 

What, exactly, left him such a horrified state, however, he wasn’t sure. Was it guilt? Perhaps, slightly. No one should have died while under his command. He’d survived time and time again through small assignments and quests, and countless amounts of war. Why couldn’t he bring half a dozen subordinates home safely? He’d seen death plenty of times in the past, watched as his comrades and foes fell around him in violent pools of bloodshed. It wasn’t the death that threw him, he knew. He’d practically become desensitized to such things over the years. Never pleasant, but never off putting either.

Nodding, he couldn’t bring himself to insist that he could run his own bath. He only kissed her cheek gently. “Thank you, love,” he said. A few moments passed as the elevator took them up to the mansion. The doors slid open and Loki stepped out only a second later. He glanced back at Eris for a moment. “I’ll be all right. I promise. I’m sorry.” He tilted his head to the side for a moment in contemplation. “I never expected you to see my like this.

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outofmagic:

Gonna log off for the night. I know I still have a few asks to get to, but I’ll get to them tomorrow.

Asks: 2
Starters: 0
Drafts: 4

Queue: 4

If you are not listed above and I do owe you a reply to a thread, please let me know! I feel like I’m missing some things…

Goodnight everyone, I’ll be around tomorrow at some point. Sleep well and have a splendid day!

How did you cut your foot in your cell?

"How would you even know about that?" Loki asked, sighing softly.

His time in the cell was not time he liked to linger on, especially not the short portion after his mother’s death. He hadn’t been permitted to go to her funeral. Odin hadn’t lied when he said that he would never see her again. What was worse? He couldn’t shake the feeling that his mother’s death was partially his fault. No, he hadn’t killed her himself, but he had instructed that monster on how to slip into the palace. He hadn’t really thought of the consequences of his actions, figuring he had nothing else to lose, though that clearly wasn’t the case.

"I suppose your knowledge of the subject hardly matters. The only thing you need to know—actually, I’d like to make it a point now that you don’t need to know—is that I had a fit of anguish and rage. I destroyed nearly everything in my prison cell out of the horrifying realization that my mother was dead. I didn’t feel pain in that moment. I didn’t notice any injury sustained to myself.”

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outofmagic:

While I like the idea that Loki was so blinded by rage that he didn’t notice the injuries he caused himself in his fit (and this is the version that I canonly go by for my Loki), I have another theory for the “blood” on the bottom of his foot.

If you look closely at the cell around Loki while he’s sitting on the floor, you’ll see this (and yes, this is my theme’s current background as well):

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If you look at the floor in front of where he’s sitting, you’ll see smear marks of red that we all assume to be blood. But a little further forward, you see berries and what looks like pomegranates, probably spilled out from an overturned bowl when Loki had his fit.

I think it’s possible that the “blood” on Loki’s foot isn’t blood at all, but remnants from him stepping on some of his uneaten fruit. 

As I said, I do go with the idea that Loki hurt his foot within the cell on accident, but this is just a theory that keeps popping into my mind.

It’s a terrible thing, isn’t it, the way we throw people away?
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If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[ x ] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[ x ] It would be rude to say no.

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[ x ] Sure. “You seem to like my side well enough when we watch horror films.”

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[ x ] No. You can’t handle my d. “No one can, Thomas, no one can.”

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[ x ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

"I am Loki, of Asgard.
Prince of the Nine
and rightful King of Asgard.

I was burdened with Glorious Purpose.

I am now burdened with a crown--
--that I never truly wanted."

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Loki, once again, laughed. It was an odd feeling, really, to laugh as much as he did with Dummy around. Nothing seemed so funny before, but now Loki couldn’t help but notice how much brighter the world had become. Driving to the restaurant, Loki allowed Dummy to pick whatever radio station he desired. Once they reached their destination, Loki motioned for Dummy to follow him as he climbed out of the car. He parked it himself, instead of letting the valet take it. He rarely trusted anyone else in his car, not with those who wanted him dead on the loose.

★ just because it's fun. And yeah, I've missed talking to you.

If we kissed:

[ x ] This wouldn’t happen. Talking would be much more pleasant.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[ x ] For coffee as casual acquaintances, perhaps.

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[ x ] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[ x ] No. You can’t handle my d. No one can.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ x ] Yes.

[] No.

If we kissed:

[ x ] This wouldn’t happen. “I don’t know you, therefore there isn’t an opportunity for this to happen.”

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[ x ] Um no.

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[ x ] No. “No kissing, no cuddling.”

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[ x ] No. “No cuddling, no sex.”

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ x ] Yes.

[] No.

If we kissed:

[ x ] This wouldn’t happen. “I don’t know you, how could it happen?”

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[ x ] Um no. “Again… I don’t know you.”

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[ x ] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[ x ] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ x ] Yes.

[] No.

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[ x ] Kiss you back. If you’re really sure you’ll be able to keep hold of dominance.

[ x ] Let’s take this to the bedroom. Possibly…

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[ x ] Depends on what a date consists of.

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[ x ] Sure. “I’ve been told you’re rather warm.”

[] YES.

Sex?:

[ x ] Let’s do it.

[ x ] No. You can’t handle my d. Of course you can’t.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ x ] Yes.

[] No.

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[ x ] Kiss you back not so shyly, but the shy ones are always the cutest.~

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[ x ] YES. What could be better than two mischief makers causing all sorts of mischief while on their date?

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[ x ] Sure. Cuddling is nice.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[ x ] No. You can’t handle my d. No one can, darling.~

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ x ] Yes. Except you already did, soooo.

[] No.

 

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[ x ] Slap/Push you away. “You tried to kill me.”

If you asked me out I’d say:

[ x ] Um no. “You tried to kill me.”

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[ x ] No. “I do not cuddle with those who try to kill me.”

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[ x ] No. You can’t handle my d. “No one can.”

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[ x ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[ x ] Again, again.

[ x ] Kiss you back. Naturally.

[ x ] Let’s take this to the bedroom. Or couch, or garden, or pool.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[ x ] YES. They’re kinda past the dating period though, huh?

[ x ] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[ x ] YES. Always.

Sex?:

[ x ] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[ x ] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[ x ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

★ ((leaves this here and hides))

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If we kissed:

[ x ] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[ x ] No. Loki, despite popular belief, is not going to accept a date request from someone he does not know anything about.

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[ x ] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[ x ] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ x ] Yes.

[] No.

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