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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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.

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:

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?"

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

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.

and no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

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Valentino Fall 2014 Couture

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One of my favorite songs from Night Vale

Pretty Little Head- Eliza Rickman

Stupid- Brian Maclean 

Haunted- Maya Kern