Loki's Corner


art-of-swords:

Sword, Scabbard, and Belt Hook

  • Dated: circa 1750–1850
  • Culture: Tibetan
  • Medium: steel, silver, copper, gold, coral, wood
  • Dimensions: L. 41 1/4 in. (125.1 cm); L. of blade 34 in. (86.4 cm)

Source: Copyright © 2014 The Metropolitan Museum of Art


lindamarieanson:

The Horned God by LindaMarieAnson
Trying out new drawing styles.
Took me a lot of restraint not to name it “horny god”. XD

lindamarieanson:

The Horned God by LindaMarieAnson

Trying out new drawing styles.

Took me a lot of restraint not to name it “horny god”. XD


missprongs:

The mind is easily mesmerized when frightened.


therapardalis:

"They’ll - " Thera caught that grin as she glanced up, couldn’t keep from a return one of her own. "They’ll be safer there than they will be here. Or anywhere else labeled ‘SHIELD’."

And that, as she turned back to apply the hanky to Drew’s nose, was a nasty idea all on its own; the Helicarrier was a mess, and so would the groundside bases be. Anyone who got away would be pressed for places to go, and those already down there … She took a breath, pushing the thoughts away. Let’s just deal with what we can.

"OK." She looked back at the bodies, eyes narrowed slightly as pieces began to fit back together. "You take these two nitwits to Stark," Something Loki was too obviously going to enjoy, "and I’ll keep on toward the security station. We still need a look at what’s going on. And then … " A corner of her mouth twitched as another idea came to mind, "we might do a little more hunting."

Loki grinned at the idea—HYDRA would be losing plenty of its agents today, if he had anything to say about it. But first…

He crouched down to get a decent grip on both twins. “I will meet you at the security station—this should not take long, but one never knows. Be safe, please?”

He waited for her reassurance before hauling the twins through Yggdrasil, emerging in a familiar (if refurbished) penthouse lounge. He grinned at the sudden shriek and shattering glass—Stark appeared to have a guest, or perhaps that was his assistant? He’d never met the woman—and lowered the twins to the floor.

"Don’t mind me—I am leaving again. They, however, might not be for some time.”

"Security breach!" 

Ah—there’s where Stark was hiding; behind the bar. Of course. He seemed more amused than alarmed, but Loki did not miss how he tensed slightly and moved to place himself in front of the woman.

"—Although, really, this one’s not really your fault, what with his hocus-pocus and all. Hey—" Stark frowned suddenly. "Aren’t you supposed to be dead?"

Loki shrugged. “Possibly. That depends what you consider ‘dead.’”

Stark rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just tell your brother to lay off my booze, yeah? No appreciation for the good stuff. Downs it like it’s nothing.”

"Tell him yourself. And kindly do not tell him that I was here, Stark. I mean it.”

The woman looked up from where she was edging towards the twins. “Your brother? You’re—he’s—Tony…?”

"Pepper, Loki. Loki, Pepper. The pleasure’s not mine. Weren’t you leaving?"

Loki grinned. “That is correct. I must return to the helicarrier, or what is left of it.”

Pepper gasped; Tony straightened up and glared, suddenly all business. “What did you do?”

"What does it look like I did? I got them out." Loki nodded to the twins—they seemed to be in good hands now, although he pointed at Pepper to stop her from reaching for her phone. "Do not call SHIELD. They are finished. And you cannot help either, Stark—HYDRA has infiltrated to the highest levels. Keep your heads down and trust no one. These two are loyal to SHIELD, but beyond that…”

Hold up. You can’t just say something like that and leave.”

"I can. I did what I came to do, and gave you a friendly warning, besides. Now I must go. Ask them if you have questions—I’m sure they will oblige.”

Loki hated to volunteer anyone to Stark’s curiosity, but the twins would likely be more helpful and less antagonistic—and Stark would be more willing to listen to them. Loki gave a final nod and turned to find a path back to the helicarrier, but paused as Stark snorted.

"You’d better watch yourself. You make a habit of this, and people might start thinking you’re one of the good guys."

Loki rolled his eyes. “Only you could ever be so mistaken, Stark.” And then—because he knew it would annoy him— “Lady Pepper—a pleasure.”

He was gone before either of them could say another word.

posted 1 day ago via therapardalis · © pantheraj with 91 notes


adamcansuckme:

amatasera:

writernotwaiting:

lokisergi:


Thor 2011 concept art by Ryan Meinerding

Sobbing into my pillow

I like those boots. (ok, yeah, I’m a shoe person — sue me)

**love**

I don’t know why, but this make me think of Star Wars…

adamcansuckme:

amatasera:

writernotwaiting:

lokisergi:

Thor 2011 concept art by Ryan Meinerding

Sobbing into my pillow

I like those boots. (ok, yeah, I’m a shoe person — sue me)

**love**

I don’t know why, but this make me think of Star Wars…

posted 1 day ago via adamcansuckme · © bijyuu with 5,385 notes


make me mad, I’m not here to pleasepaint me in a corner but my colour comes back

make me mad, I’m not here to please
paint me in a corner but my colour comes back