Theme
5:20pm May 7, 2012
teaat2am:


it’s okay Loki we all have those days

teaat2am:

it’s okay Loki we all have those days

8:56pm May 6, 2012

Be prepared.

5:19pm May 1, 2012
levineh:


Thor + Loki
Stop fighting and dance with me! Brother~

levineh:

Thor + Loki

Stop fighting and dance with me! Brother~

10:56pm October 8, 2011
teaat2am:

1.5 inch buttons
they take a lot longer to draw than I remember

Grabby hands

teaat2am:

1.5 inch buttons

they take a lot longer to draw than I remember

Grabby hands

11:40am October 8, 2011

areyoucomingtothetree:

LOKI

IT SEEMS WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON

11:39am October 8, 2011
iamlingy:

stripperloki:

brokenheartedfestivities:

wibblywobblytime-ywimey:

I really shouldn’t be allowed to use Blingee….The original drawing is done by http://heartbrokengirlsketches.tumblr.com/

LET’S BLING THE FUCK OUT OF EVERY LOKI IMAGE EVER.

LORD ALMIGHTY
MY TITLE CARD

fgfdsfasd OMG

iamlingy:

stripperloki:

brokenheartedfestivities:

wibblywobblytime-ywimey:

I really shouldn’t be allowed to use Blingee….The original drawing is done by http://heartbrokengirlsketches.tumblr.com/

LET’S BLING THE FUCK OUT OF EVERY LOKI IMAGE EVER.

LORD ALMIGHTY

MY TITLE CARD

fgfdsfasd OMG

8:52am October 8, 2011
assguard:



Only one of you can ascend to the throne, but both of you were born to be kings.

assguard:

Only one of you can ascend to the throne, but both of you were born to be kings.

5:40pm October 5, 2011

i will burn the sad world to ashes

i will burn the sad world to ashes

11:30am October 2, 2011

letmartyhandlethis:

“Jessica, can you fix Tom’s hair?”
“What? Me again? Can I at least borrow a step ladder this time?”
“Sorry, Nelly broke it yesterday when she was trying to do Chris’s hair.”
“God dammit!”

Haha, poor girl, she is short and Tom is so freaking tall. 8D

10:44am October 2, 2011
hackedmotionsensors:

Oh Loki, you scallywag.

hackedmotionsensors:

Oh Loki, you scallywag.

10:34am October 2, 2011
hackedmotionsensors:

Thor…You’re goddamn delusional. This is why Loki went crazy.(Wellthatandfindingoutyou’renotreallypapa’sbaybeh)

hackedmotionsensors:

Thor…You’re goddamn delusional. This is why Loki went crazy.(Wellthatandfindingoutyou’renotreallypapa’sbaybeh)

9:27pm October 1, 2011
iamlingy:

7ns:

teaat2am:

itsachance:

teaat2am:

“You intend to keep me here as a slave?”
“I intend to keep you as a brother”
“… but you keep me nevertheless.”

The young Jöten crouches on the luminescent marble floor, a soft gray imperfection in an otherwise perfect hall. He is not much to look at; pale, thin, with a patch of ink-black hair on his head and covered by only a rust-red cape clutched tightly to his breast. This one looks ready to topple over before Thor would even have a chance to do the job himself. 
But it is those eyes, those brilliantly crimson eyes, luminescent yet dark with something other, foreign and ancient and alive, which stays his hand. This one is different. He knows it, can sense it as one true predator to another can. This one,of all, can be his equal. 
The thrill of it sends a chill down his spine. 
He steps forward, crossing the hall to stand before the other boy. His heart pounds, anticipation and the thrill of the game making his palms twitch for a blade, for a fight, but he does not strike. Won’t strike. Not when he finally has this. 
This young boy who watches him with his strange crimson eyes, who catalogs and calculates each of his movements before making any of his own, says nothing at his approach. He has been bound by the most powerful sorcerers of Asgard; his magic stripped away, his body broken through battle and the price of war. He cannot hurt Thor, not now as he sits just beyond the young Aesir’s reach. But as he stares into those foreign, baleful eyes, he knows what this boy is capable of. 
For the first time in his life, Thor truly feels the first tendrils of true fear. 
It is a heady, intoxicating brew. 
He leans forward, unable to help himself. Fear sparks along his nerves, setting his mind alight with thoughts of battle and blood. This one will give him a fight. This one will give him what he needs, what he craves with all his being. Thor is a simple creature; passion and desire and fire in his veins and his soul. He loves war with all of himself, craves the taste of conquest in his heart and spattered across his skin. 
This one is no different; he can see it in his eyes. He is calm and dark and ice, but they are same at the core. This one craves victory, craves blood and the fight and the thrill. He will fight Thor through every step. He will parry and block and move. He will not yield, nor bend nor retreat. This one is Thor’s equal, his enemy, his brother. This one is the same. 
And this boy knows it too. 
“You intend to keep me as a slave?” He asks, soft and gentle, though his eyes fall to the Aesir’s throat. His tone is coaxing, questioning, as if he truly does not know. Thor can only smile; a narrow, blade-like thing.
“I intend to keep you as a brother.” 
The boy’s eyes flick upward, crimson eyes arresting his own. There is no nod of understanding; no spoken words. They are brothers already, in spirit and soul. This is nothing new. 
“But you keep me nevertheless.” 
The boy’s tone is chiding; they both know what will happen. Neither will suffer the other to live. Neither can survive without it.
Thor’s smile only widens, predatory and dark.
“What else is there to do?” 

oh oh Oh OH OH.




YESPLZ

iamlingy:

7ns:

teaat2am:

itsachance:

teaat2am:

“You intend to keep me here as a slave?”

“I intend to keep you as a brother”

“… but you keep me nevertheless.”

The young Jöten crouches on the luminescent marble floor, a soft gray imperfection in an otherwise perfect hall. He is not much to look at; pale, thin, with a patch of ink-black hair on his head and covered by only a rust-red cape clutched tightly to his breast. This one looks ready to topple over before Thor would even have a chance to do the job himself. 

But it is those eyes, those brilliantly crimson eyes, luminescent yet dark with something other, foreign and ancient and alive, which stays his hand. This one is different. He knows it, can sense it as one true predator to another can. This one,of all, can be his equal. 

The thrill of it sends a chill down his spine. 

He steps forward, crossing the hall to stand before the other boy. His heart pounds, anticipation and the thrill of the game making his palms twitch for a blade, for a fight, but he does not strike. Won’t strike. Not when he finally has this

This young boy who watches him with his strange crimson eyes, who catalogs and calculates each of his movements before making any of his own, says nothing at his approach. He has been bound by the most powerful sorcerers of Asgard; his magic stripped away, his body broken through battle and the price of war. He cannot hurt Thor, not now as he sits just beyond the young Aesir’s reach. But as he stares into those foreign, baleful eyes, he knows what this boy is capable of.

For the first time in his life, Thor truly feels the first tendrils of true fear.

It is a heady, intoxicating brew.

He leans forward, unable to help himself. Fear sparks along his nerves, setting his mind alight with thoughts of battle and blood. This one will give him a fight. This one will give him what he needs, what he craves with all his being. Thor is a simple creature; passion and desire and fire in his veins and his soul. He loves war with all of himself, craves the taste of conquest in his heart and spattered across his skin.

This one is no different; he can see it in his eyes. He is calm and dark and ice, but they are same at the core. This one craves victory, craves blood and the fight and the thrill. He will fight Thor through every step. He will parry and block and move. He will not yield, nor bend nor retreat. This one is Thor’s equal, his enemy, his brother. This one is the same.

And this boy knows it too.

“You intend to keep me as a slave?” He asks, soft and gentle, though his eyes fall to the Aesir’s throat. His tone is coaxing, questioning, as if he truly does not know. Thor can only smile; a narrow, blade-like thing.

“I intend to keep you as a brother.”

The boy’s eyes flick upward, crimson eyes arresting his own. There is no nod of understanding; no spoken words. They are brothers already, in spirit and soul. This is nothing new.

“But you keep me nevertheless.”

The boy’s tone is chiding; they both know what will happen. Neither will suffer the other to live. Neither can survive without it.

Thor’s smile only widens, predatory and dark.

“What else is there to do?” 

oh oh Oh OH OH.

YESPLZ

9:13pm September 25, 2011
lufffluffyhippos:

hyuuman:

THOR: THE ADVENTURES OF NOT-SO-EVIL LOKI

fSLDKSLDFK loki

lufffluffyhippos:

hyuuman:

THOR: THE ADVENTURES OF NOT-SO-EVIL LOKI

fSLDKSLDFK loki

1:26pm September 25, 2011
brodinsons:


yanagoya:

I am so sorry guys. XD I’m rewatching. 
Thor’s like: IMMA TROLOLOLO DERPDERP
And Loki’s like: SOON

I just spat out my milk.

brodinsons:

yanagoya:

I am so sorry guys. XD I’m rewatching. 

Thor’s like: IMMA TROLOLOLO DERPDERP

And Loki’s like: SOON

I just spat out my milk.