Dead men shall tell no lies//Anna and Loki

annaleyson:

lokiofmidgard:

He brought his hands down with the shirt, recoiling as the material slid over the wound now. Maybe he should have just left it alone.

The male reached over, collecting his various pieces of armor and began pulling them back on, “I am fine. I will be out in a moment Anna.” He called back, ignoring the knock at the door.

Fumbling with buckles and pulling leather tight once more, he made himself presentable, only lacking his longer, outer pieces of Asgardian clothing that usually trailed past his knees.

He made his way to the door, opening it and peeking out at her. “Real food would be wonderful.”

"Alright, I’ll make a start on it now. Will a bit of everything suit you?" She asked as she turned back to the hallway and went to hang up her jacket. "What made you think the weather was so bad? It’s hardly even raining now." She said, occasionally turning back to the doorway as she started making a few things to eat, and taking extra time to make sure it was cooked correctly, Loki seemed to have been through enough, it wouldn’t be fair to add food poisoning to the list. "Are you even comfortable wearing all of that?"

"That will be fine." Loki responded as he followed after her down the hallway. He looked out the windows at the mention of the weather. It was raining, more like sprinkling in all honesty. "Just..a gut feeling I suppose."

He leaned himself against the wall, watching her cook. It was a funny sight. So domestic.

"I am quite comfortable." He lied, with a simple nod. Normally he would have been but right now…not so much. But he couldn’t just take it off. He had spent so long in his prison ra- well. Prison clothes. Mother had made sure they were suitable, even in punishment. He lowered his gaze. Don’t think about her you fool.

Dead men shall tell no lies//Anna and Loki

annaleyson:

lokiofmidgard:

"Of course.."

Once Anna had left, Loki finished off his hot chocolate, carefully placing the empty mug in the same place Anna had sat hers. He pushed aside the blankets and stood, arms out to grab to something in the event of nausea taking hold of him. When nothing came, he straightened and grasped hold of his armor.
Shrugging off the leather and undoing buckles as he worked, the male was soon left in his trousers and a black undershirt that resembled something akin to chain-mail.

His flesh looked like a war-zone but upon observation, it was healing. Good. He didn’t need anymore scars. But of course, the trickster wasn’t that lucky. It didn’t take a genius to spot the darkened substance of blood on his torso. Slowly, he tugged up the undershirt, tensing as he pulled it up and off to inspect the wound that was meant to kill him.

That should have killed him. Just as he began tracing a finger along the edge, poking and prodding at the skin, he heard Anna’s return home and froze in his actions.

Anna closed the door and took the bags through to the kitchen. “If you’re still awake, I got you junk food.” She called down the hallway, laughing to herself before she started unpacking the bags. “Do you want anything to eat now? By which I mean real food.” She said as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom and knocked the door. “Are you alright?”

He brought his hands down with the shirt, recoiling as the material slid over the wound now. Maybe he should have just left it alone.

The male reached over, collecting his various pieces of armor and began pulling them back on, “I am fine. I will be out in a moment Anna.” He called back, ignoring the knock at the door.

Fumbling with buckles and pulling leather tight once more, he made himself presentable, only lacking his longer, outer pieces of Asgardian clothing that usually trailed past his knees.

He made his way to the door, opening it and peeking out at her. “Real food would be wonderful.”

Conceive a costume of this scale… You’re risking ridicule, I mean, it’s a monster costume and the last thing you want is to rather look silly or camp and yet it has to look larger than life and heroic. (…) My costume particularly does so much of the work for me ‘cause Loki’s silhouette is so incredibibly menacing and those clothes are so mean and it’s leather and metal and gold.’

cosmos-and-cigarettes:

cosmos-and-cigarettes
I don’t know if this has been adressed yet because I just realized it, but Loki said “Try the stairs to the left”.
Maybe he didn’t necessarily sent that killer dark elf robot directly to the royal chambers, but he did give him one hell of a shortcut, avoiding guards and taking a path that most probably took to the interiors of the palace. To Thor. Because he wanted to give him and Odin as bad a day as possible, to say the least.
And that resulted in his mother’s death.
Just imagine it.
The guard comes and tells him that the Queen is dead, and I could bet that the first thing that came to him like a brick to the face was “Try the stairs to the left”.
I’ll be in the fetal position swalling my sobs if you need me. 

cosmos-and-cigarettes:

cosmos-and-cigarettes

I don’t know if this has been adressed yet because I just realized it, but Loki said “Try the stairs to the left”.

Maybe he didn’t necessarily sent that killer dark elf robot directly to the royal chambers, but he did give him one hell of a shortcut, avoiding guards and taking a path that most probably took to the interiors of the palace. To Thor. Because he wanted to give him and Odin as bad a day as possible, to say the least.

And that resulted in his mother’s death.

Just imagine it.

The guard comes and tells him that the Queen is dead, and I could bet that the first thing that came to him like a brick to the face was “Try the stairs to the left”.

I’ll be in the fetal position swalling my sobs if you need me. 

Dead men shall tell no lies//Anna and Loki

annaleyson:

lokiofmidgard:

Loki fiddled with the mug in his hands and gave a soft laugh in reply. “I suppose actual food would be nice as well. I’m not very accustomed to Midgardian’s variety. Something that is filling and tasty should do the trick.”

Taking another sip, he glanced up at Anna with a sigh. “Hurry back..The weather doesn’t bode well for venturing out today.” His tone held a worried note and he glanced back down.

"Don’t worry, I’ve got an umbrella." She grabbed a heavier jacket from her wardrobe and smiled at him before leaving. The weather wasn’t as bad as it had looked, but the atmosphere was heavy outside, Anna guessed that she wouldn’t have long before getting caught in a downpour.

She picked up almost everything she could think of from the store, also saving herself a longer journey later to refill the fridge. When she got back to her apartment it had started raining, but only lightly. “This weather’s just weird.” She mumbled to herself as she left the shopping on the couch in her hallway and looked out the door at the sky.

"Of course.."

Once Anna had left, Loki finished off his hot chocolate, carefully placing the empty mug in the same place Anna had sat hers. He pushed aside the blankets and stood, arms out to grab to something in the event of nausea taking hold of him. When nothing came, he straightened and grasped hold of his armor.
Shrugging off the leather and undoing buckles as he worked, the male was soon left in his trousers and a black undershirt that resembled something akin to chain-mail.

His flesh looked like a war-zone but upon observation, it was healing. Good. He didn’t need anymore scars. But of course, the trickster wasn’t that lucky. It didn’t take a genius to spot the darkened substance of blood on his torso. Slowly, he tugged up the undershirt, tensing as he pulled it up and off to inspect the wound that was meant to kill him.

That should have killed him. Just as he began tracing a finger along the edge, poking and prodding at the skin, he heard Anna’s return home and froze in his actions.

thorsty:

Thorloki in Thor: The Dark World (17/?)

+ extra:  Loki and Thor leaning back and relaxing in each other’s company

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