Loki's Corner

therapardalis:

loki-thesilvertongue:

Loki nodded. “I doubt it will be. Few beasts that resemble dragons are.” He looked around again before lowering his voice. “Which is why I do not really care what SHIELD wants with it. They cannot have it. I—I say that we send it back, if we can, or kill it, if we must.”

He was not overly fond of many of the beasts in the Nine Realms, but Midgard did have an unhealthy fascination with ‘observing.’ At least he had the ability and the reputation to keep SHIELD’s scientists from examining him too closely.

"Is that—does that sound acceptable?"

"More than." Thera gave a nod, looking toward him with a faint smile. "Thank you, m’love." The two of them were clearly thinking along the same lines - she also wasn’t intending to catch the beast just to see it shoved into a cage for some sort of ‘research’ project.

"I mean," She rounded the last corner on the way to her quarters, voice innocent, "since nothing was specified, it’s reasonable to assume they want us to send it home … right?”

Fishing out her keycard she turned, tugging gently on Loki’s lapel. “I’ll get those requisitions sent off. Meet you back here before we head to the Quinjet?”

"Perfectly reasonable." He nodded, though he still wondered whether it would even be possible—somehow, he didn’t think shouting for Heimdall to transport Norns-knew-what across the realms would work. He knew Thera had access to resources he did not, though, so they would have to wait and see. 

"I will be back in a moment, if you think of anything else I need to bring." He squeezed her hand and vanished, reappearing in his quarters moments later. Weapons, technology, armour, chocolate for the jet… check.

He returned to Thera’s rooms as quickly as he’d left, bypassing the door in favour of appearing on her couch, and set his spear aside. 

"Thera? Do you need help with anything?"


art-of-swords:

Silver mounted Sabre

  • Dated: first quarter of the 20th century
  • Place of Origin: Daghestan
  • Measurements: overall length 85.5 cm

The sword a curved, single-edged blade grooved at the centre, engraved with woven bands at the edges. The silver hilt is decorated with nielloed floral motifs, while the “S”-shaped quillons is ending in the shape of lion head. The pommel is also shaped as a lion head, while the grip has a bone medallion richly pierced with floral motifs. The silver-plated wooden scabbard is decorated en suite.

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Illusions by KanzakiVS

One of my favourite tricks, though I am rather better at it, these days.

Illusions by KanzakiVS

One of my favourite tricks, though I am rather better at it, these days.

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strikelikeahawk:

therapardalis:

agentjjkelly:

JJ took a deep breath and returned Mike’s impish grin. “Now now.” She said with a wink, stealing a quick kiss “…let’s not get too carried away.” Though it was horribly tempting-something about the way his hand resting on her back made her mind jump to things other than dinner parties and friendly conversation.

"I think I could use a drink." She squeaked, slipping out of his arms to grab a glass from the cupboard.  

"Ohhh," Thera grinned to herself as she wiped her hands, "as if I’d stoop to a bribe!" Inducement, maybe, but that was in other circumstances entirely. She located the jacket tossed over the arm of the couch and slipped it on, looking at him thoughtfully.

"I’m not sure what they’re expecting, either," She shrugged a little, "I’m sure whatever you choose will be just fine." A pat of her pockets to make sure she had everything, and a smile. "Do you want to change, or shall I let them know we’re on the way?”

"If it’s a drink the lady wants, then it’s a drink that the lady gets."  Mike followed her across the room to the liquor cabinet.  He waited until she was pouring, then wrapped his arms around her and bent and kissed the back of Jenn’s neck as she fixed her drink "Are you sure you want that?  We’re likely to have plenty of warning before they get here …"

Loki shrugged. “I was not planning on it. This is comfortable.” Besides, there is just enough armour in case they react badly.

He adjusted his tunic out of habit and held out his arms. “But I can change, if you prefer. Otherwise—I am ready. Where are we going, again?”





art-of-swords:

Kindjal Dagger

  • Dating: circa 1800
  • Culture: Caucasian
  • Measurements: overall length 55 cm

The dagger has a wide, straight, double-edged blade with deep, asymmetrical grooves, featuring golden decorations for the first part of the blade. At the forte there’s cartouche with inscriptions. The dagger has the typical grip with wooden grip scales featuring gold-inlaid iron mounts.

Source: Copyright © 2014 Czerny’s International Auction House S.R.L.