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Loki LaufeysonLoki Laufeyson by ThorkiAuthor
Born in a world so cold,
Warmth so hard to hold.
A king spotted him with one eye;
This story is no lie.
He took the child to his home,
Safe as a bee in a cone.
No one told him all of this,
And when he found out, he began to growl and hiss.
Who is this child?
Loki Laufeyson is his name.
He never takes any blame.
He regrets nothing at all,
Even though (for a Frost Giant) he is quite small.
Do you dare reach out?
If he were to hurt you, would you pout?
Go ahead, I dare you.
You may end up dead, too.
One way to reach him is to kneel,
Another is to understand and feel.
Remember his past.
Befriend him so he may feel understood at long last.
Who is this?
Loki Laufeyson is his name.
He regrets nothing at all.
Gift for a friendThe cold crisp air was everlasting,Gift for a friend by Taiyo-DeFurei
As would be their love,
I would not lie to say their love was pure as the winter snow,
But it was definitely a love that compared to others would be outlasting.
Though their actions may be frowned upon,
Though some of those things would warrant punishment,
Though there may be disapproval from others,
They stood by their choices despite the judgement.
Their hearts were one,
They would have it no other way,
At times their bodies were too,
That way forever it would stay.
When they travelled they were always hand in hand,
And often warm as they were cold,
Theirs was an affection that held no shame,
Though further details would not be told.
There may come a time when they will have to face what they had done,
When consequence would rear its ugly head,
But for them this would not be of much concern,
They would stick together and take it in their stead.
Not a single being could take them from each other,
No one would ever change their mind,
For they knew th
Be My Frost QueenBe My Frost Queen by AthenaArtist13
The soft lash of winter winds,
Exploring the air around you and whipping through,
Caressing every inch of exposed flesh,
The cold holding itself softly to you.
Your feet stop as if frozen,
Closing your eyes in the embrace,
Letting the aura of cold pass up and down your body,
You feel it getting closer to your face.
You try and fight back your smile,
But the more you feel you cannot hide,
The soothing presence of frozen snow,
Exciting as a late night sleigh ride.
Warm breath blends with cold by your ear,
Sending shivers down your spine,
Feeling the arms reach around your waist from behind,
By your stomach you watch the long slender fingers intertwine.
You dare not ruin the moment,
Sweet fuzzy feelings fill from head to toe,
His chin rests upon your shoulder,
And softly in your ear he does blow.
“Such a cold winters night,”
He said, snuggling lightly into your back,
“And you all alone in our special place,”
The light kiss to your ear; a most pleasant attack.
AdmittanceAdmittance by AthenaArtist13
“You think you can defy me...”
He turned his head sharply to look her dead in the eyes.
“But I came to you with a purpose,
A purpose that must be fulfilled,
With or without you.”
These words still haunted her mind,
The image of the emotion in his eyes,
She hoped that this purpose would not cause him harm,
Yet she knew as with any tide that in time it would rise.
Her hands started to tangle with strands of her hair,
As she wrung it all in worry,
She had yet to admit it to his face,
But she worried to the extent that her eyesight went blurry.
She released her hair,
Then wiped her face dry,
She would not show such weakness,
He'd never see her cry.
This was why she had yet to tell him,
But she did not want him to think her weak,
Though she'd seen in his eyes that he shared her feelings,
But it was his admittance that she did seek.
If she spoke first she was just a typical female,
She did not want to be thought of in this way,
So she'd wait for the proof that he too
To Tame A God. Ch9: Dark DescentTo Tame A God. Ch9: Dark Descent by palefire73
Loki had wrapped you both in the luxurious towel and had held you in his arms while you both napped for a short time after your second helping of each other. You felt safe and secure wrapped in the embrace of the giant God and had easily fallen to sleep. It was only a strand of his hair tickling at your face that eventually roused you from your slumber and you shivered slightly next to Loki’s cold skin. He awoke at your movement. “I apologise, dear creature.” he said “I can control it if I want.” His temperature noticably became more comfortable to you and you settled back for a few minutes more. You had both slipped back into the bath soon afterwards and had bathed each other with various scented soaps and lotions. It had begun to grow dark outside and Loki, disguising himself as Odin, had summoned a servant to bring a light supper.
“They won’t suspect” he said, “I hardly ever take supper with the others. Ever since the death of Od
[Loki x Reader] Once - Chapter 4 ''Falling''Third - Falling[Loki x Reader] Once - Chapter 4 ''Falling'' by mondillusion
You wake up early the next morning. Surprisingly you are perfectly awake right away. After three seconds staring at the ceiling you remember that dream from this night. You can't help but let out a laughter of relief. It's not usual for you anymore, to have such comfortable dreams … Still a little smiling you turn around and take a look at your mobile to check the time. It's pretty early: half an hour before you normally need to get up. As mentioned though, you are perfectly awake by now, so you decide to just get up immediately, so you can have a relaxed start into the day.
After you shuffle out of the bathroom your way leads you into the kitchen of your apartment. As soon as you enter it though you pause short. Sceptical you approach the table and read the note placed there with a frozen face. The handwriting is elegantly neat and narrow.
“Good morning sweet Lady [f/n],
Apologies for my behaviour the previous night but
Chapter 4: Helmet Ceremony Pt. 1Chapter 4: Helmet Ceremony Pt. 1 by ArtsyFartsyGirl2936
Loki had awoken on his birthday upon an unearthly hour, he lay in his bed unmoving his muscles sore from his tantrum the night before as his eyes filled with the tinges of the rising sun over the gleaming city of Asgard. He still didn't move but shifted slightly at the sound of his favorite hand maid Gerta enter the room. In her soft voice she called, "My lord are you ready to dress for the ceremony?" Loki glanced her way, he was known to be quite cruel to the servants of the palace since he was a child playing tricks and treating them as though they were dirt beneath his boots.
But Gerta was different when Frigga was not available she had become like a grandmother or aunt of sorts playing with him as a child helping him with his daily morning and evening routines. He groaned, "Gerta I do not wish to stand nor even look upon that armor...I fear father only wishes to bequeath my helmet to me because mother wishes it." Gerta huffed, "Hush my lord, you're more than deserving of that helme
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