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Ok since i haven’t actually posted anything here in like two weeks (dammit sweeney for taking all my muse) might as well do some starters. Like this if you want a starter from shady mcshadester. I do love him, even if i’m not on him as much. Mutuals only please!

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        “ What? A guy can’t have a pleasant chat with Madam Media with out getting accused of somethin’? “ Hand on his chest in mock hurt, signature grin making it’s way to his face. “ I just wanna chat, some friendly conversation. I know, I know. Being who I am, can beg suspicion but I can assure you, Media dear, I’m not going to try anythin’ funny “ 

( *SCREEN: LOKI. )

                            “ you ain’t fooling no one, sweetheart. ” bright eyes tracing his frame. this shit might work with shadow moon but she could sense the shift in the atmosphere. uneasy and heavy. it was sickly, but she remained cautious. “ what do i owe this pleasure?  ”

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Ms.Blossom

there  was  something  else  she  wanted  to  prove,  especially  to  her  mother  and  the  board.  she  refused  to  be  seen  as  unworthy  of  carrying  on  the  family  business.  the  obvious  reasons  that her father  hadn’t  groomed  her  was  adding  gasoline  to  the  already  wildfire  that  burned  through  cheryl.  pushing  back  those  thoughts she  went  to  find  her  favorite  booth  and  slid in  to  take  her  seat  and  noticed  that  her  friends  were  gone.  which  cheryl  was  thankful  for.  sitting  in  a  booth with  a stranger  would  raise  a  red  flag  and  more  than  likely  end  up  on  the  register.  menu’s  were  placed  in  front  of  them  and  she  slid  hers  to  the  side  and ordered  a  strawberry  shake  with  an extra  cherry  on  top.  she  combed  her  luscious  red  hair  and  let  it  drape  over  her  shoulder  as she  thought  of  what  to  ask,  so  many  questions  were  running  through  her  mind,  but  she  felt  that  pop’s  wouldn’t  be  the  place  to  ask.

“ so low key – strange name – anyways,  tell  me  about  yourself… “  perhaps  getting  to  know  him  would  help,  if  she  were  to  trust  him  down  the  line. a  more  than  likely  scenario  but  she  had  to  make  sure  he  hadn’t  any  other  intentions.

     He looked around the establishment, These old styled diners were a dying breed. He felt some sort nostalgia as he gazed around the neon lit restaurant. He was also spying for anyone that looked like a threat. Just in case, now a days there were eyes EVERYWHERE. He couldn’t be too careful. If the serpents caught wind of him being here, He would have a very displeased Jones on his ass. Not like he can’t handle the snakes head, but he just would rather not get empty threats thrown at him. While working with Cliff he had a few run ins with the guy. Most of them was to be a courier, so he always had to bare the anger from the other man. Since Jones couldn’t exactly get pissed at Cliff. Following the heiress to the booth, he felt some relief that her friends were no where to be found. It might not look great if she was seen with a guy that looked like him.

      “ Heh, I rather folks call me Low, to be honest my real name is Loki. As in the god, Yeah, my old folks were into all that norse shit. Had to call me and my brother Odin and Loki. Thought it would be cute, until school hit. “ He doesn’t mind giving the information about the origins of his name, it was always one of his more interesting facts.

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                they tried to tell me    that I should repent; but                             {{ true sinners }}                      n e v e r   r e g r e t

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     Yooo, I’m going to be on my Sweeney blog for awhile. Hit me up there if you wanna do shit *Finger guns*

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          Why does this bullshit keep happening to me?                                                                                                                                                      Haven’t I suffered enough?                                            Isn’t that enough?                                                                                                                                                          I’m not evil! I’m not!

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Ms.Blossom

all  sorts  of  questions  ran  through  the redhead’s  mind  minutes  after  she  finished  the  video  her  daddy  had  so  kindly  left  cheryl.  one  particular  question  was  the  fact  about  how  serious  this  game  would  be.  it  had  cost  her  both  of  the  blossom  men  and  she  made  a  vow  that  she  would  make  sure  things  ran  smoothly,  in  both  their  honors.  there  was  still  a  question  as  to  whom  was  running  product  in  riverdale,  which  meant  someone  was  trying  to  move  in  and  try  to  snatch  the  sales  away  from  her.  she  would  not  have  that,  but  being  a  student  had  set  up  unnecessary  limitations,  something  that  her  hopeful  business  partner  could  aide  with. ❝  trust  me,  i  know  the  dangers  of  this  business, i’ve  seen  firsthand  what  it  does  to  people.   ❞  her  gaze  fell  to  the  floor  for  a  split  second.

she  grinned  and  led  him  to  the  diner  but  before  they  reached  the  door,   she  turned  around  and  placed  her  hand  on  his  chest,  ❝  i’m  going  to  make  things  clear,  you  can  look  all  you  want,  but  touching  is  off  limits  –  for  now.  ❞  a  sweet  smile  before  she  walked  through  the  door.

       He knew what Clifford did, why he decided to end his own life. Killing your own child was something that did not sit well with Low. It enraged him, if he was being honest. Low considered himself a family man. That small wish of having a family was something he would think fondly of but due to the nature of his profession he knew that kind of blessing was out of his reach. So the thought of what that man did just angered him. Most people assumed it was over the Blossom empire. Hell, Low guessed as much. So she has seen the dangerous life that this kind of job ensues, he doesn’t whether to be worried or impressed that it doesn’t bother her more. He frowned slightly at the sight of her look away from him, sighing and rubbing the back of his neck.“ Well, It’s your decision. You can’t tell me I didn’t warn you. “

       Pausing for a moment before following after her. He chuckled, she really was something. If he wasn’t careful, she could be the death of him. Putting out the mostly done cigarette, with a cheeky smirk plastered on his face he followed her into the neon lite diner.

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The minute you think you know me, I’ll change.                                                          ᴰᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵐᵉ⋅

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The daughter

       “And you lie just as much as you ever did,” she chirped, smiled pressing her lips apart. “I have never understood how your eyes don’t turn brown.”

       She dismissed the compliments, but they blossomed inside of her. There were only two men that could ever make her feel small, the one before her and the one calling the shots. Each had a devil of a habit for turning her back into a little girl with a few errant words. “I know they didn’t let you out on good behavior – So what did you do? What made you just have to bust out?”

      “ Old habits die hard I suppose.” Smiling at her comment. “They have, and they’ve turn blue, green and red that one time. They can be what ever you want ‘em to be “

      “ Always so perceptive, and I wonder where you get that from?” Smiling at her he stepped closer. “Do I need another reason to see my lil girl? That hurts” Placing his hand on his chest. “You know I’m pretty damn fine at sweet talkin’ people.” Hmm and looking to the side “ Also shiftin’ into the prison guard helps also. Well, enough of that, I came here to see you. How are you? Off doin’ that old assholes dirty work.“

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Aesthetic Norse Gods | Loki

Loki is the trickster god of mischief. He is the son of Fárbauti and Laufey, and the brother of Helblindi and Býleistr. By the jötunn Angrboða, Loki is the father of Hel, the wolf Fenrir, and the world serpent Jörmungandr. Loki is also the mother, by the stallion Svaðilfari of the eight-legged horse Sleipnir. Loki’s relation with the gods varies by source.

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Norse mythology in a nutshell:

Hi I’m loki and welcome to jackass

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Because,” said Thor, “when something goes wrong, the first thing I always think is, it is Loki’s fault. It saves a lot of time.

Norse Mythology, by Neil Gaiman (via sharry-arry-odd)

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Loki and Children

I have been having some thoughts about the original mythological Loki and the thought that has been on my mind most is this:

Loki is

1. Surprisingly great with kids

2. Is addicted to parenthood

Let me explain.

As to the first bit, well, yeah, it’s surprising. Or it should be at first glance. Because, seriously, this is fucking Loki. Standing in close proximity to him for longer than a minute is bound to result in theft, arson, a splash of bloodshed for color, and at least one confused party waking up in bed with the fucker. He’s a chaotic, manic, and generally hazardous force to be reckoned with.

To us. That is, adults.

Mortals, gods, giants, trolls, dwarves, et cetera–but only those who are mature.* *Read: there is Something to be Gained from conning, seducing, or otherwise messing with us. Whether it’s to save his own skin, or to get some sweet petty vengeance, or to steal a bauble, or to satisfy some carnal itch, or to just fuck up somebody’s day for the Hel of it, Loki only ever targets those he can take something worthwhile from. 

And what is there to take from kids? 

Plenty of folks on his extremely extensive Enemies List have children, of course. No one in the Norse mythos was especially mindful of dropping their seed. So. Children.

Children–easy to fool, easy to make a hostage, easy to charm and siphon their parents’ secrets and treasures from–should be great big bullseyes to the God of Mischief and Trickery and Assorted Other Unscrupulous Things. Yet there isn’t a single Edda or snippet of lore in which Loki makes cruel use of them. Not once. 

But what’s the big deal? Most of the rude and/or villainous characters in Norse mythology don’t bother with harassing kids either. Except in the case of stories like Loka Táttur.

Loka Táttur is a tale about how a farmer loses a bet with a vicious troll who swears to kill the farmer’s little boy. The farmer calls upon three gods in turn. Odin, Hoenir, and Loki. Odin and Hoenir both disguise the boy and hide him away, but the troll is too clever and each time manages to sniff out the boy’s hiding place. Ultimately it is Loki who hides the kid–pulling an Idunn-in-a-Nutshell gag and hiding him as a speck on the eye of a flounder in the water–and then, rather than stepping back as Odin and Hoenir did from their work, he sits in his boat and lets the troll see him.

The troll, being suspicious, asks what Loki’s business is. Only fishing, obviously. The troll demands to join him. Lo and behold, they bring up a wealth of flounders, including the one where the boy’s hidden. Loki manages to change the boy back to his true shape and hide the kid behind his back without the troll noticing. As Loki brings the boat back to shore, and to the farmer’s boathouse with the latter’s doors open, Loki tells the boy to run through the boathouse. He goes, the troll gives chase, and the troll becomes wedged in the entryway. 

At which point Loki proceeds to chop off the troll’s legs and stick an iron stake in the bastard’s skull. Then he walks the kid back home. The grand payoff for Loki after all this? 

The boy is safe. The troll is dead. The End.

Huh.

Now, much as Loki may have been the catalyst for a lot of corpses pre-Ragnarok–see his business with Thor getting his hammer back and leading more than one giant into a death trap–Loki is actually very rarely, if ever, one to get his hands dirty by killing a victim himself. Even Baldr was done in by an arrow he aimed with blind Hod’s fingers. So why did Loki personally orchestrate this plan in such a grisly way? For what gain?

What, other than the satisfaction of personally slaughtering the would-be child-killing prick troll?

In a less bloody narrative, we see his hand in getting Thialfi and Roskva, a pair of mortal siblings, taken into Thor’s service. While the exact ages of the two aren’t mentioned, they are young enough to still be in the care of their parents. When Thor and Loki are travelling it’s their father who invites them under their roof. Thor’s goats are slaughtered for the evening meal and–in some tellings–it is Loki who entices the son, Thialfi, into breaking a leg bone to taste the marrow. When morning comes and Thor resurrects his goats, one has a broken leg.

Thor’s visibly pissed—never ever a good thing–and so the family offers to make some compensation.

Loki, coughing through his hand: ThialfibroketheboneheshouldpledgeservicetoThor

Thialfi: Uh–

Loki, clearing his throat: Alsotakethesistertwoforonedeal

Rosvka: But I didn’t do anything—

Loki, en sotto voce: Kids, consider your options. Teensy mortal lifetime of toil on Midgard, harvesting dirt and snow on one hand. Potentially immortal lifetime, I don’t know, scrubbing giant blood off Mjolnir in Thor’s hall on Asgard on the other. Verdict?

Both: Sold.

Loki: Excellent! Really, Thor, you’re a master dealmaker, a born barterer, I’m in awe.

Thor: Wh—

Loki: AND WE’RE BACK TREKKING LETS GO

Cue laugh track.

Point being, Loki has been shown to purposefully go out of his way to help kids because…because. Yet how does this translate to the idea of him being good with kids?

I ask this purely hypothetically and am trying not to laugh as I do, because really. Really. How in the hell is a kid not going to be entertained by the Norse god of revelry and recreation?

Oh yeah, that bit’s often left off the résumé.

Loki, God of Mischief, is also God of Recreation. Play, in other words. Because playtime is a thing that is Chaotic rather than a product of Order, and so Loki is naturally all over it. There are some who even credit him with having added that trait to the first humans, Ask and Embla, while Odin, Vili, and Vé were carving them and breathing character into their souls.

On top of that, he’s also the god of flyting—poetic shit-talking.

So we have a shapeshifting, storytelling, magic-wielding, game-spinning, trickster god who can also teach young ears every bad word they could ever hope to learn, and he’s expected not to be a hit with kids? This is all without even mentioning the fact that Loki is a bit of a hyperactive attention hog all on his own. What better audience for him than a gaggle of credulous little onlookers who are too young to sneer at his antics rather than take delight in them? Children are wee balls of mischief themselves, muddled in with imagination and wonder and an eagerness to be wowed or made to laugh themselves into weeping.

All of which brings me to point number two:

Loki is a kidaholic.

Like, even though a lot of his and/or her sleeping around the Realms can be chalked up to an insane libido, there’s also just the sheer number of kids they’ve produced to factor in. Maybe more than even Odin or Thor could boast. At least half being born from Loki herself. Not because Loki was helpless against the workings of nature—it’s impossible to believe that Loki wasn’t smart enough or powerful enough to get around producing new Lokisons and Lokisdottirs with every other bedmate—but because Loki wants more kids. There will never be enough kids.

The guy’s got a case of severe paternal/maternal hoarding going on. I mean

Loki: I need another one.

Odin: You really don’t.

Loki: You’re right. I need two other ones.

Odin: I am positive that you do not.

Loki: Three. Triplets. Need them. Right now.

Odin: Loki.

Loki: Four? Four. Definitely four.

Odin: Loki, please.

Loki: Yeah, let’s go with four. I can give or get. I’ll flip a coin.

Odin: Loki, as Allfather, I am expressly forbidding you to impregnate or be impregnated for at least a century.

Loki: Fine.

Odin: …

Loki: …I’ll settle for three.

Odin: What did I just say?

Loki: Three’s a good number, isn’t it? All good things come in threes. You and your brothers—

Odin, fighting an aneurysm: You and your brothers—

Loki: So you agree!

Odin: I did not—

Loki: Three it is!

Odin: Loki—

Loki: Be back when I feel like it

Odin: Loki—

Loki: Give my love to Sleipnir

Odin: LOKI—

Loki, pantsless, vaulting over the wall, cartwheeling towards Jötunheimr’s Ironwood forest: Bye

It’s in that Ironwood that he meets Angrboda and fathers a giant wolf, a giant snake, and the literal corpse-faced queen-goddess of the dead by her. Being that Loki’s scope of attractiveness/aesthetic acceptability is elastic enough to let all sorts of species between his legs, I find it hard to believe that his kids’ unique looks would repulse or even faze him. They’re his children. Therefore they’re great.

And we all know how that happy family ended up. Ditto his second family with Sigyn and his two little twin boys.

Enter Ragnarok, warfare, general Bad Times, and so on.

Anyway.

Comical as it is to envision a Loki who cringes at the notion of parenthood and/or fears his more monstrous children, I just don’t believe it lines up with what we know of the Loki of myth.

Myth Loki is a god who would spend hours entertaining a child, simply entertained that the child is entertained.

Myth Loki is also a god who would hunt down and methodically dismember whichever idiot thought it would be okay to make a child cry within said god’s earshot.

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Ms.Blossom

    she  had  been  playing  a  part  for  the  past  few  weeks,  pretending  she  didn’t  know  of the  literal  empire  she  so  rightfully  inherited.  it  was a  shame  her  daddy  was  too  weak  to  continue  on,  but  he  shouldn’t  worry  as  it  had  fallen  in  its  rightful  hands.  bright  red  nails  rake  through  her  equally  fiery  hair  as  she  drapes  it  over  her  left  shoulder.  her  mind  was  racing,  the  opportunity  she  had  so  wished  for  had  finally  knocked.  cheryl  inched  closer,  leaning  against  the  impala,  not  at all afraid  of  the  sudden  closeness  with  low ❝ i  know  i’m  brand  new,  but  i  promise  i'm  a  fast  learner. ❞  she bit  her  bottom  lip  and  grinned, ❝   daddy  left  me  some  homework,  but  i’m  more  of  a  hands  on  type  of  girl. ❞

   cheryl  thought  about  it  for  a  moment,  inviting  him  over  to  thornhill  would  probably  not  be  the  best  of  ideas,  but  she  didn’t  want  to  part  ways  just  yet. taking  the  business  card,  she  tucked  it  into  her  designer  purse  and  sighed,  ❝ are you  hungry?  pop  has  the  best  shakes  and  burgers.  ❞

        He couldn’t help but look her up and down as she shifted closer to him. Smirk widening. So this is the game she wants to play? He can’t say he’s complaining about it, how could he say no to someone that was so eager to get working? She has the air of a business women, not to be trifled with. He could teach her, he could teach her a lot of things. Green hues stare down at her porcelain white skin.  “ This business isn’t exactly the most clean one, It would be a shame for a girl like you to get your hands dirty “ He wasn’t wrong, lot of shit happens in this kind of work. People get hurt, people die. He himself has skeletons in the closet. Skeletons that have’t seen the light of day in years. 

       He hummed in agreement, “ I haven’t had a shake in years, guess that shows how old I’m gettin’ ” Chuckling, he assumed he was a fair bit older then the red head. Not that he minded, and from what he can tell, she didn’t mind that either. “ But food sounds great, Lead the way Sugar“

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