I am Loki, of Asgard. God of Mischief and Lies. I am known to my twins simply by the name Mischief.

Harm my daughter and you will face the wrath of a God. I am no longer a prisoner and I will no longer allow myself to be treated as such.

[Independent Loki roleplay blog. Set 10 years after the events of Avengers. Read About page for more info.

I am not Loki or Tom Hiddleston, nor am I affiliated with him or Marvel. This is just for fun and roleplay purposes.

Will roleplay with anyone. Multiverse blog. Formerly ask-the-god-of-mischief.]
Loki Friggason
Mischief Has A WAy Of Finding You

[It’s past four. I gotta go to bed. I’ve gotta get up early to take my mom somewhere and then we’re gonna try to actually SEE As Above, So Below. Then I wanna be online the rest of the day until I have to babysit at 8. But he’ll probably have to go to bed at 9:30 so then I’ll be online again to rp. I s2g I’m not leaving the house Sunday because on Monday we’re going to the outlet malls to shop and try to find some stuff.x.x I just wanna get drafts done.

Ugh, I’m rambling. Night, loves.<3]

"You're not going to lose me."
i-dont-kill-orphans

i-dont-kill-orphans:

themischiefunderyourbed:

Tears stung Loki’s eyes as he pulled his son closer to him and tried to calm down. “I cannot let Odin take you away from me again…”

"He won’t." He rubbed his mothers back in an attempt to sooth and comfort him. "…I won’t let him."

Loki buried his face in his son’s neck as  he tried to calm himself down. “I will not let him either,” he murmured, “He cannot take you again.”

"Just let me die."
myledgerisdrippingred

myledgerisdrippingred:

themischiefunderyourbed:

"No. Never," Loki murmured, tears in his eyes as he kept his hand pressed against the injury.

"Why?" She whined, her head rolling to the side. Her eyes still half closed. 

"Because I need to make sure that you’re okay," Loki explained, voice shaking as he drove to the hospital.

joanne-and-deans-bacon:

I’M SAVING THESE TO FUCK WITH PEOPLE’S BRAINS

(Source: best-of-memes)

[Text] GET YOUR ASS BACK TO BED AND SLEEP.
myledgerisdrippingred

myledgerisdrippingred:

themischiefunderyourbed:

[text] …

[text] No

"Stop apologizing." She pulled back for a moment to look into his eyes. 

Loki bit his lip as he met her gaze, practically clinging to her now.

insurgi:

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          "Yea, of course. And I promise I’ll be right here when you wake up.
Lucifer replied, he fixed some pillows behind his head and
wrapped  a  blanket  around them before  closing  his  eyes.
           "Sleep                                           well,                                          darling.

The God curled close to his lover under the blankets, breathing him in and starting to relax and drift off. “I love you,” he murmured as he let sleep take him. Everything that had happened had him mentally exhausted.

(Source: themischiefunderyourbed)

tags → #insurgi 

insurgi:

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           "Anything you’re willing to tell me. As you could
             have probably guessed,  I don’t anything really.

Loki frowned, leaning back against the rocks and letting himself shrug slightly. “There is much to tell,” he said. “I’ll tell you anything you ask.”

(Source: themischiefunderyourbed)

tags → #insurgi 

ellia22:

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"Because you didn’t really give me much of a choice."

"You should not have come to me."

(Source: themischiefunderyourbed)

tags → #ellia22 
Gimme angst
themischiefunderyourbed

themanofmanysuits:

themanofmanysuits:

5. Your muse finds mine, shaking and bleeding after just being raped 

Tony pressed his face into his knees, tears rolling down his cheeks. Every inch of his body was aching and he was bleeding. It was his own fault anyway. He was the one that had thrown the party, had a little bit too much to drink, flirted with the wrong guy. He hadn’t even been able to fight back. He had pinned down to the bed, unable to do much in his drunken state. Now he was curled up on the bathroom with his clothes torn, trying his best to forget that it had ever happened. (Picturing this as teenage Tony. Hope that’s alright.)

Tony shook his head, his eyes still glued to the ground. “I don’t want to.” He knew that he had to go to the hospital, he was bleeding and the pain was steadily increasing. He needed some kind of medical treatment. But the doctors would call his dad who was the last person he wanted to find out about what had happened to him. Or what if someone he knew saw him there. How was he was supposed to pretend this had never happened if everyone knew?

Loki bit back a sigh; he should have known that he’d get this answer. “You either have to let me take you to the hospital or let me look at it myself,” he said, his voice firm. They were the only choices that they had; Loki wasn’t going to just let Tony sit there and continue bleeding. He may not have been a medical professional, but he’d had to bandage himself up often after attacks like this and he knew enough to at least stop the bleeding.

offtide:

a bunch of practice nat doodles

offtide:

a bunch of practice nat doodles

tags → #venomous woman