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" I didn't expect to find you here."

Most likely from a Sentence Starter Meme I can't find now OTL

"I get that a lot." The Trickster remarked--pointedly giving his drink a shake of obnoxious ice cubes, the sound absolutely grating to those around as he had done it several times thus far.

"Do we know each other?" He questioned, wrapping his scarred lips around the brightly colored straw that the charming barista had given him when he'd purchased the sugar overload of an energy drink. Attention flickered across Margo--but he came up absolutely blank. Which meant it was most likely some variant shenanigans he wasn't attuned toward. That was what happened when one wandered from their timeline, he supposed.

"Counter question. Do I owe you money?"

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"I'd be foolish not to." He admitted, taking advantage of the spin in place to rake his eyes up and down the stranger in appreciation, mouth curling into a grin that would rival the Cheshire Cat as the collection of lipsticks was fanned out like a deck of cards.

Painted nails hesitated only a moment before he plucked out one of the darker shades of green, as close to the emerald green that he often favored with his armor as he could get. What was the saying the Midgardians were so enamored with? When in Rome? Far be it from him to deny an attractive stranger the chance for another pair of lips to be added to the expanding pattern!

Lokes shoved the frozen water bottle into the oversized inner pocket of his battle vest--exchanging the occupied space of his hand for his cell phone, swiping at the camera app and flipping it to the selfie mode to use the screen as a makeshift mirror.

At the offer of another bottle of water, sweet as it may have been, he shook his head before focusing on the screen once more, pursing his lips as color was applied in thick but experienced swipes. "Save it for one of the younger ones rushing about with nothing but alcohol in their system in this heat. It'll help make the festivities better for them."

Twisting his head this way and that, making certain he was satisfied with the application of color before his attention returned to Gambit.

"May I?"

Remy loved the crowd. It was a community connection he sorely missed most of the time. Oh the X-Men were nice but there was something special about being part of a group of people in public, without having to hide, without worrying too much about an attack. Unfortunately the Queer community and the Mutant community had quite a bit in common on the last point but allegories aside he was having a great time.

So when he heard a whistle he turned to look and as he spotted the whistler he got the thumbs up. Well if that wasn't an invitation, he didn't know what was.

Strolling over the Cajun worked through the crowd to the dark dressed person apparently cooling themself under one of the many awnings and smiled. "Y' likin' what y' seein'?" He asked, spinning in place. As he came back around he flourished a fanned out collection of coloured lipsticks and offered them to the newest stranger.

"Y' wanna add t' de marks?" Gambit gestured first to the shirt which had a lovely assortment of kisses, and then to the rest of him, which had received even more. After a moment he also started to reach for his bag, "Also got 'nother bottle o' water if y' needin' it." He was supposed to be doing community outreach, after all.

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"Is that so?" Alright. This one amused him--even if he didn't understand half of the references being rattled off. (Of course, he was familiar with Ziggy Stardust, but the bit about a final fantasy boss went directly over his head. He'd have to google it later.)

"It's not something I'd pick out myself, but you've a rather interesting fashion choice." Eyelashes batted and his pale hands raised, framing his face with the pink feathers of the boa. "Tell me more about my bone structure, why don't you?"

Wade let out a low whistle. ❝That nun skated off before the Lord’s work was done. But me? I never miss a chance to flirt with a suspiciously attractive stranger with excellent bone structure.❞ He gave a little mock swoon, hand on chest. ❝You're like if Ziggy Stardust and a Final Fantasy boss had a baby. And that baby went to pride. I’m obsessed.❞

He leaned in slightly, giving the boa a dramatic fluff and standing back to admire his handiwork. ❝The boa really makes your look, honestly.❞

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"That's the general idea, yes!"

Without waiting for an invitation, certain that it most likely wouldn't actually come, the Variant made himself comfortable in the space opposite the other Loki. The golden chain at his belt jingled with the action and his green gaze wandered to watch the raven--mischievously nipping at the wildlife, the sight prompting an amused grin to cross his scarred lips.

"I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd pop in and say hello. Make certain you hadn't keeled over." A half truth, but he liked to think that much was expected between the two of them.

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”Well, well! Look who’s still kicking about!” Time to bother one of his favorite variants :) _______________________________________________________

·̇·̣̇̇·̣̣̇̇·̇ ❉❯ 𝓛𝓸𝓴𝓲 𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓯𝓮𝔂𝓼𝓸𝓷 ❮❉·̇·̣̇̇·̣̣̇̇

Loki was looking at him, and he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. ❝ If you are meaning that I am still alive.... then yes,❞ well maybe alive was a bit of a stretch at times, as he felt like he was hanging in there more so. The god was sitting with some tea and was watching his raven picking a fight with some wild ones. ❝ Hfran no don't...❞ he trailed off as the bird then pulled at another's tail feather. ❝ Oh never mind, ❞ he put a hand to his face in shame, knowing that he probably was going to have to deal with his bird's injuries later. His eyes then went back to the variant who was talking to him, and he wondered if there was anything specific he wanted or if he had come across him by chance. He didn't look the other in the eyes too much because he didn't want to. Maybe because he was no less of a mess than when they last met. But for now, the god was feeling okay and could continue his day. ---------------------------------------------------------------

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The familiar rumble of Freya's happiness reverberated through the space, rattling through his chest and echoing against the walls, like an oversized cat purring at the window--and in any other situation, perhaps Lokes' might have folded at the sound and gesture. However--the fact that her arm was rather mangled...well. It didn't exactly lend itself to a happy sight.

"I'd rather you not be in such situations to begin with, if we're being honest." The Trickster muttered before sighing and shrugging a shoulder. "Okay...yes, it does help." There was never any doubt that Freya was capable of taking care of herself; but seeing the aftereffects of whatever altercation she had managed to get tangled in this time did not soothe his worry.

Painted nails wrapped around her wrist gently, turning her arm this way and that to get a better inspection of the damage--a small pleased acknowledgment vocalized at the kiss pressed to his head before thin green wisps of his sedir began brushing cautiously at the wound.

Racking his knowledge for just what a trench shotgun was--and what time they were active gained that flabbergasted sputter before he opened his mouth to reply. "I've never been overly fond of the Midgardian weaponry, personally. So I can't say there's an ancient shotgun simply laid about in my pocket dimension, no."

"Do I want to know what you were doing with a trench shotgun being pointed at you--point blank? Or is this more of your top-secret business?"

Almost as soon as Loki came on the scene, so too came a low rumbling sound - like a cross between an Alligator's growl, and a Cat's purr that was felt more than heard. All of which were accompanied by Freya's goofy little smile, of course.

"Sorry.." Freya's otherwise deep voice was almost a squeak as she was aided through the window - which was about as awkward as one would expect of a woman over 7ft tall with a pair of horns that were as unwieldy as they looked. "Um.. Would it help the situation at all to tell you that the person who did this got a taste of their own medicine at point blank range?" From yours truly, no less.

At the request to step further forward; Freya did as she was told, and then went a little further, bending down ever so slightly to give her Lover the kiss on the head they deserved. "It's alright Honey Badger - you know I've overcome worse." She soothed, turning at an angle so Lokes' could get a better view. "It's not pretty, but I'm pretty sure everything important is still intact. Who knows, maybe I'll end up with a cool looking scar all down the length of my arm?" The dragoness added with a snort of laughter that faded into a wheeze from the sting of the aforementioned wound.

"Sidenote actually.." Freya's brow furrowed, as though confused or frustrated. "How in the sweet Hell does somebody not only find a trench shotgun, but one that still functions?" There was a flabbergasted sputter heard before she continued. "Also - if you happen to own one somehow - you don't count because you actually existed at the time they were mass produced, unlike the very dead fellow I'm referencing right now, sorry Honey."

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Like for a starter? Just lemme know if you’d prefer Rivals verse or Lokes!!

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Loki has made a lot of appearances in the current Spider-Gwen: The Ghost Spider comic run (he's currently in issues #10-15), so here's all the comic covers for the series that he's featured on so far!

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was wondering what loki had going on under his helmet in his marvel rivals design.. took matters into my own hands

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Trying to big brain brainstorm what Rivals would make Loki's plush companion and MAN.........I hope they release it soon.

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[I have a week-long vacation coming up!! So I'm gonna do my best to crack out a bunch of replies and be active until I have to head out of state for a furcon!!

I'll also probably post some goofy fun times with Rivals! verse in his stupid swimsuit bc it makes me laugh]

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Symmetry experiments with my Tricksters

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🗡️ | Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Like your heart that was so eager to be hid You can't keep them all caged They will fight and run away | 🗡️

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GET BONKED

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@xxashes-rebornxx cont. from ask

At Freya's approach upon the fire escape, the wards around Lokes' apartment hummed in greeting, allowing her closeness and access before the emoji-filled text message could be delivered.

The Trickster in question had been having a rather relaxing evening, a book open on his lap, painted nails tapping along the pages whilst an emerald green ink pen wrote tiny notes in the margins of pages. The ping of his phone drew his attention, and scarred lips twitched into a small smile at the string of emojis--only to dip when he spotted the bandage strung in the middle.

What trouble had she gotten into this time?

Book abandoned on the coffee table, Lokes was on his feet and puttering about, snapping his fingers to summon a first aid kit and the necessary supplies that Midgardian methods required before he unlocked and slid the window open to allow one of his dearest access to the safety of his home.

The shout of 'DAMMIT!' reached his ears as he was sliding it open and green eyes searched the scene before him, taking in the canvas of gore that made up her arm. Such things certainly called for more than just a band-aid of an emote and his supply of Midgardian gauze and ointments.

"Kinda?" He echoed, clicking his teeth before moving forward to gently assist her into the apartment with a delicacy that not many ever got the privilege to see. "Norns, Freya! This would at least warrant a phone call. Come into the light, let me see the damage better."

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Affection + HC

Send a word and "+ HC" and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent!

Affection is a strange beast for Lokes, though he'll be the last to admit it. In his youth, he was very much a 'Mama's boy' and delighted in maternal affection from Frigga, almost always attached at the hip to his Mother. There was no shortage of familial affection! Wrestling and tumbling with his brother; the soothing words of Thor's sleepy voice should Loki have woken him from a nightmare in the earliest hours of the day. A firm but loving hair rustle from the large hand of Odin as past battles were discussed to the bright-eyed boys at his throne.

Such things did not last, unfortunately, as time came to pass. When Lokes failed to follow in the footsteps that were expected of him, the hair rustling would stop. Thor would be too busy to entertain the notions of his baby brother--worried about what the Warriors Three might think. Frigga was always willing, of course, to soothe his worries, but Lokes began to protest, parroting back the accusations that he was too old for such things. That no one would take him seriously, or, more seriously than they already did, given his magic and illusions.

As the divide between the Trickster and his family grew, Lokes became colder and more distant, utterly rejecting any and all closeness, especially after the incident with Brokkr and the sewing of his lips.

Touch became a weapon against him. A means to inflict nothing but more pain and hurt.

Since falling to Midgard and beginning to rebuild his life, affection still raises his hackles. He does not understand why the Midgardians have to be so /touchy/ nor why they seek the need to be so close. He doesn't know what the term touch starved MEANS, but he is incredibly touch starved.

Much like an abused animal, he would rather bare his teeth and snarl than have a tender hand anywhere near him. It's a large reason why his number of friends can be counted on one hand. Anyone wishing to engage in affection towards the Trickster needs to be patient and understanding--if they can get a hold of the emotional walls built up around him.

That being said, being well. Loki. Lokes knows how well affection can be used to manipulate, and he can fake it until he makes it in any of his glamoured aliases.

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Send a word and "+ HC" and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent!

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[Sorry AGAIN that I've been MIA here /)A(\ Work is still super busy with the summer season, and my spare time after work hours has been occupied with art fight + marvel rivals to decompress

It's also just hot and stupid and I hate summer with all my heart and soul so I haven't had much drive to write.]