Mischief and Mayhem at Reasonable rates; Chaos a Speciality

I am the lady Loki, daughter of no one.

[mcu gender bent Loki affiliated with Beyond the Bifrost]

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nevver:

Ambrose Bierce

I was never one for pretenders

aseaofquotes:

Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.
~ asked by pipersauntmay

pipersauntmay:

mischiefandseithr:

mischiefandseithr:

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

"Well…all sorts really," Loki began, "boar, venison, oat cakes…the like…" she liked the idea of dining out with May Parker, and thought that she could stay for a few days. It was not as though Heimdall would be telling the All-Father about where she’d gone to, after all.

"Balder is…" she thought back on it, sighing heavily a moment, "he is well. Back to himself, in some ways, still readjusting in others. He will be a member of the high council, eventually." At least that seemed his goal.

"I’m glad he’s better," May said thankfully. "The next time you see him, tell him I’m thinking of him and give him my love. I pray for him. And you."

"There must be a restaurant in this city that serves venison - that’s deer, right? I don’t know about boar, though…"

She grabbed the phonebook and began to flip through the pages. “Next time, I’ll make you venison stew myself but let’s go out for now.”

Loki wasn’t certain who May Parker might be praying to. There weren’t any such thing as gods, she thought, no matter that some might seem as Gods. She thought briefly of the Norn Sisters then, a trail of cold scrabbling up her spine for a moment. She shivered and shook her head, clearing it.

"Yes, it is deer." Loki sat forward in her seat, the warm, acidic, scent of coffee pleasant in her nose. "It is not a necessity to have it, May Parker," she told the Midgardian woman after a moment.

Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.
~ asked by pipersauntmay

pipersauntmay:

mischiefandseithr:

pipersauntmay:

mischiefandseithr:

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

"Oh… I see." May put the kettle on the hob to boil. "And have you been celebrating your birthday in Asgard, ‘Lofn’? Any presents? What’s traditional on such a day?"

She gave Loki a smile to show that these were polite questions, not an interrogation.

"Balder gave me a lovely bracelette," she smiled mildly at that, almost congenial for once. "As for what’s traditional…?" she pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly.

"When I was young they would throw a name day feast, generally there were well wishers and guests of the family admitted….and I cannot say it is different for those in lower echelons of our society. The only difference is the scale of celebration, I should think."

"A name day feast?" May smiled at her. "What sort of food do you eat? We should go out for dinner, celebrate here, as much as we can!"

She put a spoonful of coffee in each mug, waiting to hear the whistle of the kettle. She took a deep breath.

"How is he? How is Balder?"

"Well…all sorts really," Loki began, "boar, venison, oat cakes…the like…" she liked the idea of dining out with May Parker, and thought that she could stay for a few days. It was not as though Heimdall would be telling the All-Father about where she’d gone to, after all.

"Balder is…" she thought back on it, sighing heavily a moment, "he is well. Back to himself, in some ways, still readjusting in others. He will be a member of the high council, eventually." At least that seemed his goal.

A Sting in the Tail | Closed RP

looktotheants:

nornqueenkarnilla:

looktotheants:

mischiefandseithr:

"It is gas," Loki felt woozy, and she lifted an arm to cover her face. If it were affecting her, then certainly it was affecting Janet Van Dyne. She walked quickly over to the other woman. "Cover your face! Don’t breathe it in!"

Loki cast her gaze over the dark room they’d been sealed within, urgent, looking for some way, any way, to slither out. To escape the room.

"Did you see anything? A switch? A lever?"

      “What am I supposed to breathe?” Janet covered her mouth as she spoke, but couldn’t make a light and a decent filter at the same time. Once again, everything went dark.

      What’s the point of bringing not one, but two gods on a mission if neither of them can do anything useful? Sheesh. She looked around, squinting as her eyes adjusted. “There!” She fired a blast to the right of Loki, at someone who’d snuck in.

      —only to have the light from her stingers reveal that there was no one there.

      “What—?”

"See what?" Karnilla demanded, pulling away from the wall at the Pym’s gesturing. "There’s hardly any light in this blasted box!"

Her next steps were dizzy, and her hand fell to the dent in the wall she had created as she attempted to catch herself. “This is humiliating,” she growled, more indignant than panicked at the situation. She gave another elbow to the wall out of frustration, sending a rippling echo of metal around them.

"Dammit, Pym," she shouted at the man, "this is supposed to be your realm, your expertise—figure something out! I will not be penned here like some sort of pe—Pym?" she frowned in the dim light at his motions, sensing something off.

      There was nothing there. Hank frowned. Either a trick of the lack of light or the gas must be a neurotoxin. Perfect. “I’m not a wizard or a computer. I don’t work magic and I don’t work through problems instantaneously.”

      He took a couple of shallow breaths, still trying to minimize his exposure to the gas, then… “This isn’t airtight. Karnilla, take my hand. I know the way out of here. It’s gonna be a weird trip, but I know the way out.”

      He squinting in the direction of the hissing gas. If it could get in, he could get out. The wind might be an issue, with them both feeling weaker, but it was workable. He could shrink himself and Karnilla down and crawl out.

Loki turned sharply at Janet’s proclamation, her hands at the ready only as she remembered that she could do nothing for the time being with her seithr, and seeing that there was no one there. “What, are you seeing things now,” she asked scathingly. 

But her own ill feeling over the misting gas made Loki think twice about the question. She hefted a knife in her hand, feeling the cool pommel with a sense of security against her palm. She pressed her lips together, trying to decide what to do.

She could not access the pocket of reality where she kept everything she’d accumulated that might be of use. She could not use her seithr to light their way, and now Janet Van Dyne could no use her science to light their way either, not if she wished to cover her face to stop herself breathing in the toxins.  There was little she could do other than…

"We need to keep moving," she decided, voice hoarse, "the gas cannot fill the entire chamber before us, and there is nothing in the vicinity to help us."

An Infinite List of Beautiful Collections -  Zuhair Murad Pre-Fall 2014 (part 2)

Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.
~ asked by pipersauntmay

pipersauntmay:

mischiefandseithr:

pipersauntmay:

mischiefandseithr:

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

"Lofn?" May stepped back, searching Loki’s face, which was a blank slate as nearly always. "I’m fine, thanks. Piper’s fine. Why have you changed your name? What’s going on? Come into the kitchen, I’ll make you something to drink."

"I am making a new start," she told her, following May from the stillness of the front hall and into the kitchen. "It is better not to be Loki," she shrugged, "so…I have made a new identity for myself." Not to mention the state of things in Asgard was more tenuous than ever.

"People are less suspicious of me this way."

"Oh… I see." May put the kettle on the hob to boil. "And have you been celebrating your birthday in Asgard, ‘Lofn’? Any presents? What’s traditional on such a day?"

She gave Loki a smile to show that these were polite questions, not an interrogation.

"Balder gave me a lovely bracelette," she smiled mildly at that, almost congenial for once. "As for what’s traditional…?" she pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly.

"When I was young they would throw a name day feast, generally there were well wishers and guests of the family admitted….and I cannot say it is different for those in lower echelons of our society. The only difference is the scale of celebration, I should think."

Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.
~ asked by pipersauntmay

pipersauntmay:

mischiefandseithr:

pipersauntmay:

mischiefandseithr:

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

May had been upstairs, tidying, when she heard the door open. Her heart seized and she grabbed a broom, creeping into the upstairs hallway, only to see a familiar head of dark, ruffled hair appear.

"Loki!" she exclaimed, putting the broom against the wall and hurrying down the stairs. "You came-! I wasn’t sure-"

She grabbed the other woman and hugged her tightly, tucking her chin over the sharp shoulder.

"Happy Birthday."

Loki started as May came running toward her, hugging her back awkwardly. “It is…Lofn now…” she informed May, blinking slowly as she drew back from the mortal by a few millimeters.

"And — thank you. It was difficult to get away, but here I am." She smiled lopsidedly.

"How are you?"

"Lofn?" May stepped back, searching Loki’s face, which was a blank slate as nearly always. "I’m fine, thanks. Piper’s fine. Why have you changed your name? What’s going on? Come into the kitchen, I’ll make you something to drink."

"I am making a new start," she told her, following May from the stillness of the front hall and into the kitchen. "It is better not to be Loki," she shrugged, "so…I have made a new identity for myself." Not to mention the state of things in Asgard was more tenuous than ever.

"People are less suspicious of me this way."

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Loki picked up the gift, turning it in her hands as she looked at each tiny facet, letting the diamonds sparkle back at her. A small smile tilted her lips upward.