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I just wanted to draw Loki like he was in YA
some more pchat doodles
Howla wanted AoA Loki - and I wanted him bugging Thor.
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"Get out, Loki. Ugghhhh.”
Ame wanted AoA/YA Loki flirting with Thor.
more commissions! this time Ryane asked for Loki as Frigga’s younger half brother and early 20!Thor bringing him the head of an ice dragon as a betrothal gift. Click for High Res.
It was amusing to think that his sister Frigga’s boy, the Odin’s son, desired him as if he were a maid. He, who had the seidr to demand kinship of the Vanir and the Aesir. He, who could bend the realms to his touch.
“Has it escaped you, you daft boy, that I am not a maid, to be swooned by an untested youth? I am thrice your age. I have lived for whole centuries, whereas you have yet to pass your hundredth year.”
“It is said that you take the best of warriors to your bed, where you embrace them like a woman.”
“And who told you this scintillating bit of gossip?” Loki laughed at Thor’s confused face. “Yes. I take exceptional warriors to my bed.” Loki leaned forward, whispered in Thor’s ear. “I take the best of warriors between my thighs, and let them rut inside me until their efforts make us reach the heights of pleasure.” Loki leaned back and gave a contemptuous grin at Thor’s lust-drunk face.
He patted Thor lightly on the cheek mockingly, and watched as Thor flushed a dull red in embarrassed fury.
“You are an untried warrior. Your prowess is on the training grounds, not the battlefield. I would not take you to bed. You who have nothing to prove you worthy but the praise of those too old to fight anymore, those that seek to earn the favor of the future king with sweet flattery.”
Loki withdrew himself from the young prince, and laughed at his flushed red face. ”Come back when you have proven your worth in blood. Then I will see if you are worthy.”
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It was amusing right up until Thor’s absence was held to be his fault.
“How are the whims of an addled strip of a boy deemed to be my causation, my king, “Loki bit out.
“You have ensorcelled him with your arcane arts!”
“The same arcane arts that you possess? Surely my king is powerful enough to realize when his own dearest boy is being ensorcelled, as you so claim?”
At least it never lost its charm to harass Odin so.
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But it lost its very last lustre of charm when a dirtied Thor stomped into his private study and threw the still bleeding head of a dragon bigger and more ancient than either of them upon the floor. Loki watched dispassionately as the acid of its blood spilled out upon his floor and began to eat at the wood.
“I bring you the proof of my worth in blood, as you desired.” Thor knelt before him, pose as lacking in obeisance as one genuflecting could be. He met Loki’s gaze challengingly, as if daring Loki to find fault in his prize.
Loki couldn’t help it. He strode closer to this marvelous creature. Thor met his gaze unflinchingly as he approached, made no move to rise from his pose. “Did you bring me its bloodstone?”
Thor held out the creature’s last heartbeat with one blistered hand. Loki collected the blood red stone gingerly in a handkerchief. “I have collected all its arcane tomes as well. They reside in my saddlebags.” Thor looked smug, his cocky face marked with a small rivulet of his own blood.
“Excellent. You may leave.” Thor sprung up, furious.
“I have proven myself worth the pleasures of your bed! How can you still deny me—”. Loki reached up one hand and pressed it to Thor’s mouth, using his long slender fingers to hook slightly on Thor’s swollen lip.
“I do not, Loki whispered. He leaned forward and removed his hand, bussing his lips across Thor’s, as lightly as if his lips were made of sinful gossamer. Thor’s mouth fell open immediately under the press of Loki’s mouth, his whole body moving to strengthen their contact. He reached with his unburnt hand to grasp at Loki’s loungewear. Loki withdrew, smiled with all of his sharp teeth.
“Think you will come to my bed dirty with blood and tired from the road? When you have only one hand to pleasure me? I think not! You will come to my bedchamber in three days, when you have rest and healed and slept.” Loki looked at bright red flame in Thor’s cheeks, his throat, his ears. He let his smile grow softer. He reached with one hand for Thor’s blistered one, seizing Thor about the wrist. Thor could not hide his pained flinch.
Loki brought the hand up to the space before his face. “Did you not know that the blood of a dragon would burn?”
Loki tsked at Thor’s lack of reply. Then he brought Thor’s blistered thumb to his mouth and pressed upon it the gentlest kiss.
Thor gasped as his hand mended, and Loki sucked the still oversensitive flesh into his mouth, and nipped with his teeth. Thor’s body jerked, his pupils dilating to tiny pinpricks.
Loki released Thor’s hand. “I look forward to our meeting in three days, Odinson.”
Hannibal and Bedelia as Old Forest Spirits (AU)
when these two share the screen there’s something ancient simmering just under the surface, like the smell that rises from the thick carpet of leaves decaying on the forest floor.
U｡･ｪ･｡U╯︵❘❘❙❙❚❚❚❚❚❚ PRINTS! ❚❚❚❚❚❚❚❙❙❘❘
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thoughts on “style” : pffft style. really, who cares. let the drawing become whatever it needs to be.
PFW: Rick Owens Spring/Summer 2014
Rick Owens you fucking genius, you! Black women literally [stepped] out on the runway in Paris for Rick Owens’ Spring 2014 RTW show, in what is perhaps the biggest celebration of racial and body diversity in any of the Fashion Week presentations this season.
Men-Ups by Rion Sabean
Previously: Leaf Blower Portraits
dat last one tho.
It’s on the third day of the semester that Hannibal notices him - the boy in the last row, slouching as though in an effort to make himself invisible. He looks younger than he should, certainly younger than the twenty-year-olds that generally attend Hannibal’s class. He can’t be a day over...
mock-up of a princess vs princess page
shoujo style spontaneous flowers GO
