Wednesday, March 30, 2016


The Lokisons ... and one daughter.

Loki
Sigyn
Narvi
Vali
and Nylokis


sketches.





"I will love him, even if he casts me away. He swore once he would parish from such love.
Perhaps, it was I who was fated to suffer until I, too, die."

unfinished art

(I never post my stuff before it's done, gosh)




Frosty giant Loki is pretty. Also, Sigyn's adorable.

I'M SO DONE WITH THEM.

And this is for my Fideity and The FrostGiant story which is probably never gonna get written but, hey ... I can dream, can't I?
Do I post too much on this blog?!

EH.

#IDoWhatIWant

so ... she just chains him to her when he's been a bad boy too long?

I AM CRYING, these are unbelievably funny!!!


It's Loki GIF Day on my blog, pathetic mortals.

(which is totally different then actual Loki day)


Let's just freakin' talk about this ...

There just giving him the throne. He's in no frame of mind right now, YOU FREAKS. He was just told he was a FrostGiant, dad fainted right in front of him, Thor's gone, and BOOM.
"Guess what, buddy, you're king! Don't do anything bad because that's what you are now, yah know, LONG LIVE THE KING!"

Morons.



Sunday, March 27, 2016

Let me tell you a thing.

(this is all freakin' cannon)

So, Sigyn is of Vanaheim, a princess or whatever. Her father and mother took her to visit Asgard summers, no doubt because of a hopeful alliance or arranged marriage, eh, yeah. She hated Loki, because he was basically such a little fart his whole childhood, and kinda liked Thor, but they both annoyed her. Think smart-alic loud blondie bebopping along after the sons of Odin, the whole summer, and they had to please her.

.....aaaaaaand at some point, she shoves Loki into the palace pig sty, so mortal enemies (immortal? eh?) from then onwards. He hates her guts, she hates his; she can fight better then he can, so he hides in his books.

 But the king of Vanaheim suddenly just doesn't want to make the trip to Asgard, so her mother brings her a few years, then ... her mother dies. Nothing happens for years until the king dies as well and his dirt-bag, flee of a son, her brother, gets the throne, the money, her. So, he bargains with the Allfather for her to be engaged to Thor, but secretly, to avoid any confusion if it doesn't pan out.

Thus, the settling of my canon fic.





Drool-worthy concept art
International Loki Day is coming. It's nearly upon us.

But I'm celebrating the whole week, I DO WHAT I WANT.

So. *cracks knuckles*

Get ready for the most ridiculous onslaught of fangirl shippiness.

Loki's hair straightener.
Thank you. You're welcome. Bye.

Saturday, March 26, 2016





Because Star Wars owns the fandoms, and why not, right?




Sigyn as a baby ... OH GOSH, THE WHOLE SLEEPING BEAUTY THING.
 Toddler squirt Loki comes walking up, wrinkles his nose at his intended.

He looks so unimpressed.

Alright, so what's the family name?

It's bugging me so much, I don't like Laufeyson. I don't even know why, it mAKES ME SOUL BLEED.
And Odinson would be true, not exactly.
And then you have that random person who'll do Friggason (because Loki was always her son).

HElp.

Friday, March 25, 2016

"His Heart's Home"

  He was injured worse then he ever would've admitted, to himself and even more so to her. And she knew, oh, she knew. And she hadn't said a word above a thank you to Frandral and a request for water from her maid. All he did was watch her as her hands busied with tying her strewn hair away, and getting sponges, and bandaging.

  Their chambers were warm and quiet and darkened, a few candles lite and the fire burning lowly. It was late, very late, the children thankfully sleeping. That comforted both mother and father. To have them see him so battered would not do.

  "Sigyn ..." he began, voice hoarse from the silent and lack of water.

  "Don't, Loki," commanded, and she worked at removing armor that had been just scarce of mutilated.

  They had been in battle with a tribe of borderlanders, folk who pledged aligence to the Allfather but had been without rule and even more unruly. Thor and his brother had been given such a task by the Asgardian court to tame them, with a small allotment of warriors, amongst them the Warriors Three and Sif. And they'd been gone near a fortnight; no word and message had reached Asgard, they had been left to only worry and surmise.

  Until the herald had sounded and they'd returned.

 The leather and cloth were worse, but when she finally reached the wounds, sharp breath filled her and widened eyes went glossy.

  "Oh, Loki..."

  "Now, now, I've been hurt worse then this..." He tried to persuade her, perhaps himself, but she silenced him yet again.

  "What have they done to you?"

  It remained unanswered, he could not speak. She sank to the floor, just between his knees and worked on. A thousand staves were ripping at his flesh every moment dried, bloodied cloth tore. Breath caught and hissed through bared teeth, when he could not retain the pain anymore, and her little hands shakily moved away, "Forgive me, I am sorry, my love..." quickly upon her tongue.

  Loki shushed her lips with his mouth.

  It might've cost him more pain then pleasure, though; he wouldn't dwell upon that. The sigh she put into his lips, was enough, oh, enough to ease a million pains. And what seemed like a million days without this warm little soul he was doomed to love beyond every reason he ever would conceive. Strange, he had not realized what thirst he had until she was there, had not understood the terrible longing of missing her.

  At last he murmured, "...the only one at fault is myself, being so careless," half into her still parted lips. She sank closer to him.

  Shoulders moved as a chuckled hum filled her. "You, careless, my lord? Whatever will the realm say of that?" brushing messy and tousled hair away from his tired face.

  "Ah, but you wedded this careless idiot, dear lady."

  "Be silenced or I shall be made to use that sleeping spell you taught to me."

  Playful mischief, all too akin to his own, faded and seriousness had taken her tone and she began work again. He caught her eyes and wanly chuckled, then coughed, a rasping breath shuddering and racking his frame, a hand coming to cradle his ribs.

  "Silly man, now you've hurt yourself..." She laughed in spite of it all, all the hurt and pain she felt for him, and he grimaced.

  When, at last, she'd done with washing, tending and bandaging wounds, he was quiet and still, half numbed with exhaustion. Her hands pulled him up and to stand, steadying the tottering and she heard a chuckle, softly breathed into her hair. She'd only half realized his hands and arms just bandaged and far from healed, held her.

  "Oh, I missed you," languid lips muttered.

  Warmth from the lite fire's burning embers softened the room and blushed across the little Vanhir's skin. Blue eyes looked questioningly up at him, and he did'nt remember them being so very bright. And all in a blink he was wrapped within a warmth, which surpassed the fire's glow, as her little presence swept him into an embrace. All he wished was to drown, and fall into, and breath this moment. Even pain that he'd endured was muted, a little. He hardly could stand alone any longer, chest heaved slowly, then fell from the weight of pain.

  "Sleep, darling, you must rest."

  Sigyn pulled him slowly, crossing the room and he sank with sighed relief onto the deep mattress. She quietly fluffed pillows and when he'd sank upon the silken sheet and pillows, she murmured, "I must go and ge-"

  But words quieted then left, completely, when fingers caught her wrist.

  "Don't go, you need rest as well, little one."

  Why did all her reasons and will melt when such endearment came to her ears? And, ah, she has missed him, loved him,  worried for him, so terribly. And one look into half closed, glowing green eyes, she was lost. She sighed. And sank gently beside him, pulling silk over them.

  "Swear to me, Loki, you will be more careful," head nestled . Little fingers tracing just under the cut across his cheek , "If-if I should lose you, if the children shou-" but stopped.

 She had not meant to show the fear she'd kept silenced all for the right reasons since he left. There was nothing of weakness in it, only remembrance of old, past things. And, how selfish it was to do so now when he was so bruised and battered, suffered such pangs already.

  "If I swore it, would I keep such a promise, little one?"

  Eyes blinked, and, just a moment, she felt angered. Then saddened. Then weak, bandaged hands came to gather her closer, and salty tears slipped and slid. Unaware, he was of them, until they wet the tips of his fingers.

  "But I swear all I do, will be for you."

  "Oh, Loki, I-..."

  "And for Narvi."

  A soft kiss across her forehead.

  "And Vali."

  Upon wet cheeks.

  "And Nylokis."

  At last, her mouth. A murmured profession of love against freckled skin, and he slept.
Spent and torn, he did sleep endless hours, and never once did she stir from him. And home was more felt then seen, as it always is and has been.

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art piece I did for it (here)
Prepare for heart-wrenching tears, you're very welcome.























Sigyn's Lament












Look at this. Look. The bliss. I am ridiculously happy with this.

*weeps tears of pain from the fabulousness*

SUNSHINE PRINCESS.



"Pay up, son of Odin! You've landed upon The Walk of Board."

"Sigyn, it's BoardWalk..."

"I still won."

"*sighs*"
















Bond style






"Mr. Odinson..."

I don't even know what I was thinking, bUT AIN'T IT JUS' PERFECTION!? Plus, Loki in a white tux and Sigyn looking all bad and gorgeous. *swoons* MAH PRECIOUS BABIES.


*starts howling Let Me Be Your Wings dramtically*

(... aaaaaand don't ask what happened to Loki's hair, he couldn't find the straightener)





Monday, March 7, 2016




"You do not have to do this, Loki."

He hadn't heard he enter. Not many people could surprise him.

"Don't I?"

The air did little to relieve the weightiness settled deeply, he felt, as he pulled in a rasping breath.

"You once promised me you would not lie to me..." the murmur came soft. For an instant, he longed to give in. Why did she have this effect upon him? She had him want to share all he kept so secret and sacred, buried in the pit of his soul. Only an instant, only a moment.

He would not look at her; she wished he would.

"Then I was a fool. It is what I do, have you not heard? I am no
more fit to be king then my brother who's been cursed to a rotting planet of fools, like himself."

"Loki, please-"

"Please, what? Please stop? No, you asked for truth, I am giving it to you."

His tone was cool, but she saw the flash in the eyes, as he let them turn to her.

"Who's truth? You are angry, and rightfully so, but think, oh please think, of your mother, Loki. Has she not lost her son and her husband, must she loose you to this as well...?"

The candle light faltered with her words. This would've been quite romantic, to speak in hushed whispers, alone in Asgard's golden chapel, if not for the anger. Such anger, and she felt tears wet her cheeks.

 He swallowed, hard, and defiantly tilted his chin up.

"I am already lost, Sigyn."