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ASKSKHSGksldkjdn MY QUEEN I WOULD ACTUALLY DIE FOR YOU OMMGGGGGGH

THATS HIS MOMMA AAAAASA SHE LOVES HIM SK MUCH HE WAS LOVED HE NEEDS TO KNOW SHE LOVED HIM SHE WANTED HIM HES SO IMPORTANT

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Loki Discovers the Truth... Coming Soon!*

Hey everyone! 🎬✨

I’m thrilled to share that my reenactment of the iconic *Thor* scene where Loki discovers he was adopted is almost ready! This scene is one of Loki’s most pivotal moments, where he grapples with the truth about his origins, and it was such a powerful experience to recreate.

Tom Hiddleston’s portrayal of Loki has always inspired me, and I wanted to bring my own take to this unforgettable moment. As an aspiring actor, this is a dream project that blends my love for Loki and my passion for storytelling.

I can’t wait for you to see it—this is just a sneak peek! Stay tuned for the full video, which will be coming soon to both Instagram and YouTube.

💫 **Watch for it soon!** 💫

#Loki #Thor #MarvelFanFilm #LokiCosplay #TomHiddleston #MCU #ActorLife #FanProject

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Link to my Instagram https://www.instagram.com/cloudlord_of_mischief?igsh=djI3M2VmcXY4aHY4&utm_source=qr

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Shame in loki series that Loki and

Sylvie didn’t do handfasting before Loki sacrificed himself 

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Loki scene reenactment thor 1

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Loki not photoshop

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Other edit I did my me in cosplay as Loki

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Loki cosplay in a forest

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Me in Loki cosplay

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A quote for today untill I can write more chapters and poems and short story’s for your eyes only

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loki and the magpie

Loki sat under the shade of an old, gnarled oak tree, its great mossy roots curling and tangling beneath him. Strands of old man's beard draped over the branches, swaying gently in the breeze. Sitting cross-legged, Loki was engrossed in a book about Yggdrasil, the World Tree. The sun cast a warm glow on his face as he licked his finger and delicately turned the next page.

He nibbled on a rich piece of chocolate, letting it melt in his mouth. “What blissful delight,” he murmured to himself.

He was supposed to be at warrior training, but he had decided to skip it this time. The last session had ended in disaster when he cast an illusion of a Draugar, scaring his opponent half to death. Instead of admiration, Loki had been met with scorn—and a mouthful of dirt along with a bruised shoulder.

But today would be different. Today would be filled with chocolate and the finest literature in Asgard.

Suddenly, a black figure fell from the sky with a heavy thump. A magpie lay before him, its wing pierced by an arrow. Blood seeped into the dirt, and the poor creature let out a weak, pitiful cry.

“Who did this to you, little one?” Loki murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His irritation at the intrusion was quickly replaced by something far stronger—a simmering anger at the unseen archer, an instinctive protectiveness over the wounded creature.

Loki stared, his peaceful moment shattered. The rich taste of chocolate in his mouth turned to ash. His greenish-blue eyes darted nervously to the bird as he reached out a cautious hand, gently stroking its beak. Setting his book aside, he carefully moved the magpie, his fingers glowing with a soft, emerald light.

His magic, so often used for mischief, now served a different purpose—to heal. As the energy pulsed through the injured wing, Loki’s eyes welled with unshed tears. He gave the magpie another gentle pat on the head and a light scratch beneath its chin.

“Fly,” Loki whispered. “Be safe.”

The next day, as Loki lay in his chambers, a sudden knock sounded against his window. He turned, startled, and saw the magpie perched on the ledge.

It had returned—with a gift.

A beautiful silver spoon rested in its beak, gleaming in the morning light.

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Sorry their hasn’t been a chapter for a week I am getting over a cold however their will be a short Loki story out today

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Asgard  Chapter  4 

The feather cloak

“Loki” Thor uttered “What should we do about the hammer” as his voice started to tingle with anger. 

Loki squeezed his eyes tightly as he fidgeted with his fingers, his blue-greenish eyes stared off into the distance almost like he was in some sort of trace, leaving the room Silence and Thor looked as unfortunate as Loki was.. “How about we go to Mother?” Loki spoke quietly. “Mother, how will she help?” Thor replied wearily. 

She always knows Loki interrupted sharply. Thor quickly nodded back at Loki as well. Thor wasn't sure whether to trust the certainly in his voice or weary it. However thor chooses to not argue,

Frigga sat cross-legged in her room as she weaved dark green wool through her fingers turning it into a lovely woolen blanket. The candles in the wind slowly dance in the window in the room. The moonlight shines brightly through the window making the room a beautiful sliver. 

Loki peered his head through the door as Thor stood tapping his foot anxiously behind him. Loki, I know that look, what have you done? Frigga said with slight worry in her tone. Loki held his breath for a bit before he spoke, Thor interrupted and said his hammer had been stolen as he handed Frigga the note. Mmm, not Loki writing as she narrowed her eyes to look closer at the scrunched-up note.

Frigga held both Loki and Thor's hands and led them to a passage in her room. The passage was narrow and there were a few cobwebs lying around. In the center of the room, there was a beautiful cloak made of many types of birds of prey's feathers. Frigga spoke quickly and quietly “This cloak will fly you anywhere in the nine realms. 

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glorious purpose is awaiting us ......................................

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Loki poem 2

We are all memories

Like candle and a flame

We all fade away

No more than a memory

We become story’s

A reflection of who we were

Told by the views of one’s

Who cherish us

Or who’s resented us

soul is past on by the story’s of us

Whisper of time

Heard by a few

We burden by Glorious purpose

For the god of stories are reborn