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Story of Loki By Tom Hiddleston:
Loki was brought up with the expectation of entitlement — he was born to rule, both Thor and Loki were born to be kings. And yet, there is no kingdom for Loki, so he has to find one. So he’s come down to earth to subjugate humanity and rule the human race as their king. I guess we’ve skirted over the facts of where Loki disappeared to, but we’ve imagined that he’s had a pretty horrible time and this is his kind of last chance at giving himself an identity or a home, somewhere to belong to.
OH YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTERED YOU EVEN MAKE A SEXY THOR.
Second Star to the Right: Chapter OneSecond Star to the Right: Chapter One by Tarnisis
Second Star to the Right: Chapter One
For as long as anyone could remember- James Alexander Magnus Wynter, the only child of Victoria Mira and Charles Raleigh Wynter- had been an early riser. From the time he was just a tyke in his silver embedded crib; the little heir of Faerenguard Manor had always been wide awake as the sun's first rays rose over the elegant city of London. And today was no exception.
Somewhat groggily, James slowly opened his bright brown eyes, blinking several times in the early morning light before his gaze finally focused on the ceiling above him. The familiar sight of light blue paint made the young man smile sleepily, before he rolled; moving his body to the edge of his bed, resting precariously there in a slouched over position.
The 20 year old youth had had a very late night prior- somehow or other he had gotten himself roped into an outing with his lads at the nearest pub- but even with this in considerati
Who's High and Might Now Ch. 5)Who's High and Might Now Ch. 5) by AFlyingPassion
Who’s High and Might Now?
Ch. 5) Tony’s suspicion
Written by AFlyingChange
Last night was unbearable for you to rest. You tried your best to calm Loki down, in order to distract him to make him comfortable, so he won’t have the desperate need to use his magic. You learned that night, that he was banned from using his magic, after he returned back to Asguard with Thor once the Avengers won. Loki was severely punished for his crimes, for almost destroying the human world that bridged with Asguard. And since Loki didn’t wield his magic for sometime, you were afraid that your neighbors would be curious t
Frost and Fire - Chapter OneFrost and Fire - Chapter One by SinsOfEden
Frost & Fire
Chapter One: First Impressions Are Everything
“Where are they? What is taking so long?!”
The angrily shouted questions echoed throughout the almost empty throne room. The guards all shifted nervously, as did Bastien – the older man standing at the bottom of the stairs that led up to the throne. He had brought word that the awaited guests hadn’t yet arrived, which was already much later than they were anticipated, and now stood silently with his head bowed and his eyes cast down at his feet.
“I am unsure, Your Majesty,” he said some moments later. Bastien was afraid to speak but knew there would be consequences if he didn’t answer. An agitated growl could be heard from the King. The servant and messenger lifted his gaze, finding that the King was scowling and tightly gripping the spear, Gungnir, which he held in his right hand. It was obvious that their King was absolutely furious.
“I am sure they will
GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!I went to the Only Lovers Left Alive premiere on Leicester Square yesterday, and I got close up face-to-face with TOM HIDDLESTON!!GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!! by xxJyazzxx
He finally received my gift for him and he was soooo nice about it.
I also got his signature as well. I waited outside since 4 in the afternoon, but it was WORTH it!
The gift was this picture along with a copy of my original story "Sleepless". http://xxjyazzxx.deviantart.com/art/Sleepless-329823922
Right here is the picture he signed.
And if you want proof that I'm not lying, there's videos in the pictures' descriptions.
Artistic Differences: CandlelightArtistic Differences: Candlelight by katnisseverdeen4life
The god of mischief’s struck quite dumb, momentarily forgetting how to even breathe. The nightingale notices his stricken face almost instantly, and morphs her shining face into one of sincere apology.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry! I didn’t mean to alarm you. I must have mistaken you for someone else. I’ll just be on my way now.” The girl in yellow exclaims, already sliding halfway out of her seat to greet the other guests.
The other guests that are just waiting to salivate all over her wholesome beauty and talent.
“No,” Loki croaks, and clears his throat in a somewhat ostentatious fashion. “It’s quite all right. After all,
Loki x Bulimic! Reader: MadnessLoki x Bulimic! Reader: Madness by katnisseverdeen4life
Bile rises to your throat, threatening to shake you apart. Your fingernails claw at the countertop, leaving white clawing marks scratched across their panes like wolf marks. You shudder, heaving your head forward in varying degrees of sickness, wiping saliva off the corner of your mouth.
And you were still hungry.
“For goodness sake…” you mutter darkly to yourself as you clench and unclench your fingers together, trying to ward off the usual pangs of hunger.
It’s not that you’re starving necessarily, but every so often, once in a while, you’d get these horrible wrenches in the pit of your stomach, a gaping hole that you just felt had to be filled.
So you ate. Gor
Artistic Differences: SlumberArtistic Differences: Slumber by katnisseverdeen4life
The reaction Loki has is almost too instantaneous to even be seen by normal sight.
The instant you slump unconscious over the piano, the tip of your nose scraping against the richly blackened frame, he shoots out a protective hand – to his own astonishment – and without a word of complaint, prevents you from hitting your head on the top of the instrument.
And all the time he is thinking
(she’s not dead she’s not dead it’s my fault if she’s dead)
Absolutely nothing that seems intelligible. How could he have been so stupid? To ignore the fact that the girl was eating something she would have despised? The usual composed tone in his voice splits right through the
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