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[iosagol]

One thing that came to my mind about one scene in the Loki show: the shirtless scene was not accurate.

I mean it hardly qualifies as a scene, it's five seconds, but it's the thought behind it that counts, and it was an inaccurate thought.

1) This scene did not show any of the scarring that the fandom has more or less unanimously agreed was inflicted on Loki by Thanos before Avengers 1.

And look, even if you don't agree that Thanos tortured Loki, you have to notice that Loki grew up in a war-based society and he fought with knives, he flipped knives, and he's been sparring for a thousand years or so. The amount of times he must have been cut or stabbed or nicked himself is ridiculous and guys

Guys

Kurse speared him through the chest

Loki has been in hand to hand combat, he's been impaled

yet from what I can see, Marvel made his chest smooth as a ch i L d's which

which defeats the purpose of shirtless!Loki

the best fanfic authors write shirtless!Loki scenes that explore the scars which actually matter in his story

but if we were to cut the shirtless bit out of the Loki show

it would not take away from the story one bit

Although cough cough what story is there to be subtracted from cough heehee

and less importantly

2) Loki was not set to be an ab-flashing character. That was Thor's department. Loki was treated to the Victorian maid style, where it's the mystery that attracts, the elegance, the charm of the unknown and all that jazz. Why change that. Why. For a thirst trap, Disney? Alright girl okay

Also can I just say that Loki could have absolutely been bodyshamed on Asgard for being smaller, thinner, and apparently unable or unwilling to grow facial hair like all the other lovely Asgardian boyos

And Jotunheim literally threw him away for not having the right body type, that's beyond shaming

so maybe that could have been explored? Like maybe there could have been this thing where Loki wasn't so jacked and Mobius could have made this joke about how small and cute he looked in short sleeves

like seriously, there's a line where Mobius calls him a "scared little boy shivering in the cold"

could Loki not have reacted with dark, totally serious, lethal anger instead of the whining and yelling he did for that

because he might be actually very Not Pleased for all of his layers and layers of leather to be taken off, and then Mobius poking at that with a stick might make him a liiittle displeased, and he has a tongue and he can use it very well but the writers of that wrote every word out of his mouth like it was coming from someone else, and when he talked, other characters saw his words as weak attempts and scolded him for talking at all.

That line though

they kept going back to that "scared little boy" line with other lines: "You called me a scared little boy" and "Yes, it was quite patronizing. I thought it was a bit too far, actually." but there's no moment of true biting anger, no moment of sharp reprimand and true boundary-laying and like

a real reaction

I find little reaction beyond Loki being… annoyed? He's annoyed, but he's clearly not angry enough because he doesn't do anything except say "I don't need your sympathy" which is such a neutral thing to say

and one might say that Loki is hiding a fully angry reaction to hide weakness

but if he's going to whine over the "you called me a scared little boy" later in the episode and keep coming back to that, he's… he's still showing weakness, then

just in a less powerful fashion

so why

I don't know, guys, I'm probably picking at threads but uh

a friend of mine told me the other day that he liked the Loki show and I nearly tripped him for it and now the fire of anger is burning once more in me and I keep noticing more the more that I think on it.

I want to add: scarless Loki is an option, I'm not saying he's not a possibility.

I mean, one of my main Loki variants has excellent skin, Thanos tore him apart and then stitched him back up, that Loki's skin is great because it's all skin grafts and cosmetic surgery, there's very little of his scarring that wasn't patched up and covered

but see, I put a reason for this and I mentioned this and I made sure it was pointed out

mister Marvel, on the other hand, doesn't really adress why

this man

doesn't

have scars

Thanks for hanging with my TedTalk

[stygiansiryn]

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[ruleofvee]

Ding dong~ 🔔

Trick or tre- I mean... *Ahem*

Oh my, oh my! The eve of hallows is when I am in full swing - forwards or backwards, I won't tell.

I bring a trick, no treat, but no trick either. The hands are twisted and cold, so they cannot be taken or shaken. I come only for fun, not harm, I do I do!

Writing/Art Prompt This wasn't how it was meant to be... everything was supposed to be happy, peaceful, normal. Why couldn't everything be normal?

(Take this however you'd like!)

I turn my heel but not my head, for turning away means I lose a face! I never forget, I forget.

-Fennway (oh yeah and Kursed)

(sorry it took me so long to respond. have a gasterified lad)

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It’s a beautiful day.

Not surprisingly. There’s a reason he fell so in love with Daventry that it almost hurt with how intense it was. Llewdor is home, and beautiful in its own right, but somehow Graham never resonated with the blustery sea and howling winds and magnificent craggy cliffs that looked like mouths filled with jagged teeth in the fog. 

Daventry feels warm, comforting, like a soft bed you sink into after a long and exhilarating adventure. It’s a land of stories and fairytales and dog eared books you’ve read so many times that the cover is worn away with your touch.

It is home, and it is - was - his.

The birds are singing. The sun is shining. He can’t feel its fairytale warmth. He walks the streets of the town, of home, and his boots make no sound against the cobblestones. No one turns their head to greet him, to offer condolences or comfort, to ask for help or support, to make note of his existence at all.

Like a ghost town, except he’s the ghost that haunts it.

Maybe they’re just busy. Maybe he’s just quiet. Maybe everything is normal, everything is okay, and he’s just worrying too much. Maybe this hasn’t been ripped away, too.

(Don’t look at his hands. Don’t look at the subtle wrongness. Look at the sunlight glinting off the windows. Look at the deep red leaves of the birch trees. The colors are bright and vivid. If they’re so real, surely he is, too. Right?)

He keeps walking, and he doesn’t call anyone’s name. He doesn’t dare to. He knows from experience that it’ll hurt too much, past his ability to ignore it. And part of him, selfish, wants to stay just a little longer this time. Just enough to pretend.

(The pain is constant. Neverending. A reminder of the brokenness that lies embedded in his flesh. Fracture lines down the bones of what makes up his existence. Necrotic flesh cut away, neat stitches marking the place in the timeline where he used to exist. The body will heal. The memories will heal. He will not - he will be cast away.

Don’t think about it. Keep moving. You know that you exist, that you matter. Isn’t that enough?)

But the illusion is breaking. He can’t feel the cobblestones under his feet. He can’t feel the warmth of the sun. 

He can’t lie anymore. Not for today at least.

His vision blurs and he notes, numb, that he can no longer feel his own tears. The colors bend and swirl and he loses his hold on himself, on the world around him, on the fraying threads of his own presence.

His body - or what is left of it, can a broken shade of what never was be considered a body? - dissolves. He can hear his wailing, desolate, shattered, but no one ever turns their head to listen. The villagers move on, his friends living out the patterns of their lives, utterly unaware. Moving on without him, forever and ever.

(It’s not fair. This isn’t how it’s meant to be. Everything is supposed to be happy, peaceful, normal.

Why can’t everything be normal?)

[thewatercolours]

OK, @kursed-curtain wants to know about the extremely clearly and helpfully labelled file "Fanfiction" in my WIP folder.

As you know, I have an original novel in the works, and a close friend started working on her own manuscript around the same time. We cultivated a handy superstition that our novels, despite having very different focuses, were twins. Whenever one of us made a breakthrough or advance in the writing process, the other would too. This was a self fulfilling prophecy in terms of motivation. We also were each others' cheerleaders, shared snippets, etc. We are still writer buddies, but we have other focuses right now.

Anyhow, on a couple of occasions, I sent her "fanfiction" of her novel manuscript, which I had never seen in full, but knew well in summary and from hearing about her creative process, and little bits here and there. "Fanfiction" is the file name for one such scene I wrote her for Christmas once, though I didn't finish it on time and thus it qualifies as an abandoned WIP. I don't want to get too specific lest I leak details of her story without permission, but suffice it to say there's a human turned into a spider in the scene. Here's a snippet:

"She cast a line of shimmering thread on the breeze, and flew out from his hand like a flapping flag. “No, don’t!” he said and snatched at her spindly form suspended between the evergreen branches. Open enough for his fist to stay loose, but hopefully close enough to contain her a few moments. He cupped his free hand around the finger crevices. And prayed to all the beast gods of Midgard he hadn’t crushed her.

A sting cruel as a tiny flame sudden tore through the flesh of his palm. He sucked in his breath sharply, and stiffened his bones so as not to open a single escape crack in his hands. Thanks be. Good on ya, gods."

X

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Frigga

Face-claim: Rene  Russo

Status: semi-active

Main verse: canon; post-Avengers

Biography:

Pre-Thor:

Frigga was born the daughter of a relatively inconsequential Vanir nobleman, and a well-respected witch who had turned her focus towards healing – all the better to be accepted by the Vanir. The youngest of a half-dozen children, she spent much of her younger years three steps behind her mother, watching her heal others, and going on to learn the basics of the art for herself. It was her brothers who ensured she knew how to defend herself, how to wield a sword and daggers, and in time she learned how to use her magic defensively as well.

A fact which she was later grateful for, as her people fell into war with the Aesir. The war was trying for the Vanir, and distasteful to them; soon they began to desire peace, and a truce. Bor, at least, wasn’t a totally unreasonable man, and a truce was soon reached – though it came at an unexpected price for Frigga. Bor’s favored son, Odin, the heir to his throne, had taken note of her – or at least of her beauty – in the council rooms while the truce was being outlined. Part of the price of peace was that Frigga moved to Asgard to become Odin’s wife and eventual queen, and for the sake of her beloved people, Frigga agreed.

It was a difficult transition, though not, at least a difficult beginning to a marriage. She came to care for, and eventually love, Odin, but she struggles with Asgardian culture. The violence that was seeped into every aspect of their lives hurt Frigga’s heart, and though her opinions slowly began to change parts of Odin’s outlook, one woman couldn’t change a whole culture.

In time, she turned her thoughts toward more personal things – hers and Odin’s growing desire to have children. However, it was not something that came easily to them – specifically to Frigga, and healers had never yet been able to heal their own bodies.

It was a painful irony, Frigga thought, that her title became that of the “All-Mother” when Odin took the throne, but it became something that she embraced. If she couldn’t have children of her own, why shouldn’t she “adopt” and look out for all of Asgard? That was her title, after all, and from that angle, it was one she was able to embrace. Her unbreakable love for the Vanir remaining, the notion of it made her feel like a fully-integrated Asgardian at long last.

Yet a miracle was waiting just around the corner for the couple. Frigga became pregnant and gave Odin a perfectly healthy miracle son they named Thor. The miracle even happened a second time; she became pregnant again… but it was not to be. This time, the child, a daughter, was born lifeless.

Amid a chaotic time of war with Jotunheim was not the time to grieve, but Frigga couldn’t help it. She took to her bed, she was so inconsolable with grief for her child and a growing hatred for her own body. Odin’s frequent presence in the warfront – and absence from her – did not help, and Thor was the only reason she was kept from abject depression most days.

Then the war with Jotunheim was over and won, and Odin returned to her – bringing much more home than she had ever anticipated. She was sitting in Thor’s nursery, minding her son – as she’d had energy to do little else since the stillbirth – when Odin came in, traces of the battle still on his armor, and placed a blue-eyed baby boy in her arms. An orphan misplaced in the war, he said, their son now, if she desired it so.

She didn’t question it until that night when they lay together in the darkness, unable to see one another’s expression. How had he found an Asgardian infant on Jotunheim? He hadn’t; the child was a Jotun, but well-disguised of the babe’s own accord, and he need never know his true heritage. He could be their second child, and if the time ever came, revealing that a Jotun had been raised in the Asgardian palace might help bring about true peace and partnership with Jotunheim.

After that night, it was never mentioned again, and the boys became equal in Frigga’s heart… though as the years wore on, she noticed that they were not viewed as equals by their peers. So, she took Loki into her personal tutelage; he had shown signs of proficiency in magic even if he didn’t know how much so, and she taught him how to capitalize upon it. How to use his size as a strength all it’s own, more spells than were perhaps necessary – but he was good at it, and she enjoyed the private time spent with boy… even as he became a man.

Even as she and Odin began to disagree more and more on things, as Thor’s childish character flaws remained despite his age, as Loki began to maintain friendships with fewer people than ever. The flaws in her family were beginning to show, and despite being the All-Mother, Frigga didn’t know how to help her three men. So, she loved them all as fiercely as she could, but it didn’t really help, and she felt increasingly powerless against it all.

Thor:

Especially when Odin banished Thor to Midgard, of all places, with none of his powers or any real context of the culture he was entering. She didn’t like to yell at her husband, but she did then – and he ignored her pleas, regardless.

But as bad as the incident with Thor was, he at least returned home changed for the better.

It was Loki whose issues were more difficult to resolve. In going to Jotunheim, he’d met Laufey, and come home and touched the Casket, discovering his true heritage. Odin, she believed, had done his best to answer Loki’s questions, but clearly, they hadn’t been sufficient answers, because Loki had come to her with his questions while they were at Odin’s bedside. Her heart stuttered in her chest as he explained what he’d discovered, she did her best to answer his questions and ease his obvious disquiet. She knew by the look on his face she hadn’t said enough, even as guards came and presented him with Gungnir, making him king until Odin awoke.

She told herself she’d done her best in the moment, but in the end her best clearly wasn’t enough. Loki fell from the Bifrost, and she grieved, swearing to do better – by Thor, by Odin, by her people. 

The Avengers:

And she tried to do better… only to have that wound of her grief ripped back open when Loki reappeared, warped and evil, on Midgard.

She tried to tell them – Thor, Odin, Heimdall, all of them – that something wasn’t right with Loki, but again she was ignored, and the second prince of Asgard was brought home in chains and a muzzle. She spent years visiting him periodically, trying to get him to talk about what had happened, what had changed her boy. 

Thor: The Dark World:

In the end, her presence was once again for naught – on all counts. When it mattered, Odin ordered even her from the room and sentenced her son to a life in solitary confinement. Once again, she felt all but helpless to do anything about it.

Feeling increasing trapped and useless, Frigga felt her life shrinking down to visiting Loki via her magic, trying to keep Thor content in a life without the presence of his Midgardian love, Dr. Jane Foster, and distressingly, trying to avoid an increasingly unpredictable Odin. Then, Dr. Foster was on Asgard, and under Frigga’s protection, and a terrible, unprecedented opportunity – a chance to rest, and then do some good.

She used her magic to create the necessary glamours, fighting Kurse with a double until he wrung its neck. She left the double where it was, for Thor, Odin, and Jane to find, going so far as to make it appear that she had stopped breathing. It had taken an enormous effort from her magic so suddenly, but so far as Asgard and her family knew, she was dead. She stayed on Asgard to maintain the double until it was sent up in a funeral pier, while simultaneously keeping the glamour of a peasant woman over herself. With the double gone, she allowed herself to rest from draining her magic, then used a bag from the royal treasury to buy a small spaceship.

Post-Thor: The Dark World:

No one ever discovered where the missing money had gone, so that she knew, and so long as she kept up a glamour, Frigga found herself blissfully free to travel wherever she wanted. She healed wherever she went, giving passage and safekeeping sometimes to those who needed it. She felt useful and happy and good again.

Post-Thor: Ragnarok: 

But she had never meant for her absence from Asgard to be permanent, only a long vacation, and she would deal with the repercussions of her hasty actions when she returned. After two years, though, she suddenly heard rumors of a new… dictator, a queen, taking over Asgard. Violently. Frigga returned to her ship, and to Asgard, as quickly as possible.

But Asgard was going up in smoke, and she was barely able to find radio waves claiming to be coming from Asgardian refugees. Yet again, she was just too late. Horrified, still shrouded in a glamour, she rescued the few floating, live stragglers that she could and rendezvoused with them under the care of the last remaining Valkyrie. Staying quietly to the sidelines and always disguised, she helped them rebuild on Midgard, hoping that here, calling herself a healer named Gitte, she could find a way to be useful to the downtrodden people who had no idea she was their queen.

Verses:

FROM THIS MOMENT ON: follows canon MCU and Norse Mythology

ROAD LESS TRAVELED: any other AU threads

AUS:

SO MANY WAYS TO BE: (Descendants) queen of a country near, but not brought into, the US of Auradon

EVER EVER AFTER: (Fairytale) queen

BORROWED BABIES: (Foster Care) foster mother

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I’M UP TO NO GOOD: (Harry Potter) Ravenclaw seventh-year

ALL THAT GLEAMS AND GLITTERS: (Modern) an orthopedic surgeon

ALTERNATIVELY 1902: (Victorian) disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

GROW UP WITH THE LAND: (Wild West) disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

FORWARD TO VICTORY: (World War II) a disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

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[ohhhmyloki]

Fever: Epilogue

art by jjangredpanda

Loki x OC

Loki survives the battle with the Kursed on the Dark World, but the convergence drops him on an inhospitable alien planet, where an unknown woman nurses him back to health.

Genre: hurt/comfort, romance, smut, slow burn, wilderness survival, a lil mystery, a lil bondage, a lil domination. Also lots and lost of Jotun Loki!

As always, I am WILDLY grateful to anyone who reads/votes/comments on Wattpad!!!

Ladies and Gentleman, the Fever two-part Epilogue is now complete! The excerpt below is SFW. (The full chapters are NOT).

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He found them on a side path in the central gardens, not far from the council room entrance.

Eira had gotten there first. She stood back from the commotion, arms crossed, expression martyred, deep green dress shimmering slightly in the sunlight. Her hair was mostly loose today; it hung in rich waves around her hips. The braids at her temples were threaded with green ribbons.

Even after 300 hundred years, he still felt the flush of fever every time he saw her.

Not that he had much time to enjoy it, at the moment.

Their daughter's nanny was crashing through the bushes that lined the clearing crying, "Princess, please! Call him off, call him off!" Meanwhile, their youngest stood in the center of the clearing with her back to them, watching and giggling uncontrollably.

The grass beneath her olive green skirts was etched with scorched runes. They were still smoking.

"What's she done now?" Loki asked in a low voice as he reached his wife.

Eira slid him an accusatory look. "Your daughter has summoned some kind of creature. And not a very nice one, it seems. He appears to be Hel-bent on molesting poor Borghild."

"Please, Princess! Make it stop!" the buxom nanny screeched as she scrambled around a tree with a small, greenish figure hot on her tail.

Neither the nanny nor the child seemed to notice their King and Queen standing there.

Zophi's giggles ratcheted up to outright cackling, the tone of which could only be described as maniacal. The creature caught up with her nanny and proceeded to tangle its small, clawed hands in the poor woman's skirts. The thing--all big slanted eyes and grinning, toothy mouth--looked like some kind of gremlin. Or perhaps a very ugly wood sprite? It was so diminutive, it couldn't possibly be dangerous, though Borghild certainly seemed to believe otherwise.

The two of them--nanny and creature--stumbled into the clearing near the princess and collapsed onto the grass, one trying desperately to keep the other from getting under her petticoats.

The creature made a reedy sound of mirth not totally dissimilar from the princess' laugh. It's thin, pointed tail lashed left and right as it burrowed into folds of fine blue muslin.

Borghild screamed.

"Shouldn't you do something?" Eira asked mildly. "We'll lose another nanny."

"I suppose," he replied. "Though I doubt she's likely to stay on even if I do rescue her. She doesn't seem to have the temperament for it."

Eira rolled her eyes and Loki bent playfully to kiss her cheek before he strode up behind his daughter.

Zophi's little shoulders stiffened as he came to a stop behind her. The top of her curly black head didn't even reach his hip.

The high-pitched laughter faded.

Slowly, slowly, her head tilted back, until Loki found himself gazing into wide green eyes, upside-down.

"Hi, Papa."

"Hello, darling. What are you up to?" he asked conversationally. Nearby, Borghild continued to scream and thrash on the grass. The creature was now entirely lost under her skirts.

"Just playing with Borghild," she replied.

My daughter, he thought. The picture of innocence.

"Borghild doesn't appear to be enjoying your game, does she?" he asked, glancing at the distressed woman.

Zophi turned around to look up at him right-ways, rosy face pinching into a frown. "She said I was being naughty."

"I see. So you decided to prove her right?"

The little girl shrugged. "Ulfy said if she was to bully me I should stand up for myself."

It was at this moment that Borghild saw Loki standing there.

"Your Majesty!!" she screeched, both hands on the thrashing lump in her skirts. "Help me!"

Loki flicked a hand in the nanny's direction. The thrashing immediately stopped and Borghild made a sound of triumph as she kicked the little gremlin out onto the grass.

"We've talked about this before, my dear," he said to his daughter. "You're to do as your nanny tells you. She's not bullying."

Zophi sighed, pale cheeks puffing slightly as she frowned. "She called me a brat, though."

"My King," the nanny squeaked, on her feet now, sandy braids in fine disarray.

Loki held up a hand toward the nanny, attention still on his daughter. "You are a brat, darling."

Zophi dimpled as she fought not to smile. "I am not, Papa."

"You're rotten to the core, I'm afraid," he announced, glancing at the nanny with a smiling look of apology. "Were you harmed at all, love?"

The woman flushed prettily. "No, Your Majesty, only a few scratches." She glanced nervously at the still-frozen creature lying paralyzed in the grass a few feet away.

"Don't worry about him, now. Take yourself off for a rest, my dear. I'll handle this," he told her. "And you'll be compensated handsomely for your trials today, I promise." He gave her his most charming smile--Eira had told him once that it could raise a lovelorn lady from the dead--and again, Borghild flushed, ducking her head in acquiescence. When she'd scurried off, Loki turned back to his daughter.

"Mum doesn't like it when you flirt with the servants, Papa," the little girl said sternly.

Loki squashed a smile and replied, "I wasn't flirting, pet. That was damage control. And you can't go around summoning beasties to torment everyone who crosses you, my sweet. It just isn't practical."

"It's only a minor demon, Papa."

A minor demon?! Loki was careful to keep his face blank. "And where did you learn to summon demons, I wonder?"

Zophi's face shut down immediately.

"Not going to tell me, hm?" He smiled. "Think you can keep secrets from the God of Mischief?"

Zophi bit her lower lip, the shape of which was identical to Eira's. "I promised not to tell, Papa."

"Very well," he replied. "But you get twice the punishment. Yours, plus the punishment that should be visited upon your conspirator."

Zophi's little shoulders straightened, spine going stiff with determination. Her black curls bounced as she nodded once bravely. "I understand."

"Good girl. Go apologize to your mother for burning the grass and terrorizing your nanny, and then to your rooms until supper."

Zophi took a deep breath and turned towards Eira, then marched over to her mother. Loki watched his wife look down on their only daughter with a look of mild annoyance.

"I'm sorry Mummy," Zophi mumbled.

"Do better, brat," Loki called.

Zophi shot him a glare and then looked up at Eira again. This time her apology rung loudly across the gardens.

"I'm sorry I summoned a demon and ruined the grass and terrorized Borghild and made you cross!"

There was a pause while Eira considered this rather aggressive announcement. Then she bent a little and smoothed Zophi's mess of curls.

"I'll teach you how to heal the grass," was all she said.

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[thebrokengodofmischief]

Gallows

Slender fingers trailed over the baseboard of his bed, guiding him; three more steps and he would reach the table where his breakfast was deposited every morning. A lounge chair right along side it that he could sit down and eat. A small wisp of wind coming from his palms, barely noticed if you weren’t paying attention. Most of his movements would seem natural to the untrained eye. 

Yet the God of Mischief and Lies was simply playing the part. In fact the illusion he had fast on his face, the brilliant glow of his emerald eyes was far from the truth. He was blind and the last thing he wished for was anyone's pity. 

Not like anyone had come to visit him when he had been brought back from Svartalfheim. 

On his last thread of life a guard unit sent after them and Thor had found him alone instead; bleeding into the sand. Bringing him home he was treated, it was touch and go for a long while and Eir didn’t want to give Odin any false hope that he would live. Yet only she had seen the fear in Odin’s gaze at watching the younger prince on the bring of death.

What no one could have known was the spear he had found on the battlefield, attacked Kurse with and eventually was run through with himself was laced with an ancient poison. 

By the time Eir had discovered it was too far into his blood stream. It would be unclear what the side effects to it would be but so far Loki hadn’t complained about any. Hiding the fact of the blindness from everyone, not bothering to bring it to anyone's attention since he was being sent back to his cell. 

As of now he didn’t need his vision to maneuver around a 300sq foot cell. In a way he was actually finding security in his cell, knowing every square inch of it where outside he would be fumbling around and the jig would be up. 

Reaching out for the tea on the tray he sipped it slowly, sitting down to his normal daily routine. So much on autopilot his even more heightened hearing nearly missed footsteps coming up to the barrier of his cell. 

A grin began to form on his lips. “My my.. Very generous of you to come see me..” He didn’t look up from the book in his lap as he set his tea back down. Hoping the stranger would speak so he could figure out who it was, the usual clink of armor from the Einherjar was absent so he knew it wasn’t a guard. Keeping his unseeing gaze pointed down so he seemed uninterested and could keep playing the part of a healed, forgotten prince.

[forgcdstrength]

Frigga

FACE-CLAIM: Rene  Russo

STATUS: semi-active

ORIENTATION: panromantic bisexual

MAIN VERSE: canon; post-Avengers

BIOGRAPHY:

PRE-THOR:

Frigga was born the daughter of a relatively inconsequential Vanir nobleman, and a well-respected witch who had turned her focus towards healing – all the better to be accepted by the Vanir. The youngest of a half-dozen children, she spent much of her younger years three steps behind her mother, watching her heal others, and going on to learn the basics of the art for herself. It was her brothers who ensured she knew how to defend herself, how to wield a sword and daggers, and in time she learned how to use her magic defensively as well.

A fact which she was later grateful for, as her people fell into war with the Aesir. The war was trying for the Vanir, and distasteful to them; soon they began to desire peace, and a truce. Bor, at least, wasn’t a totally unreasonable man, and a truce was soon reached – though it came at an unexpected price for Frigga. Bor’s favored son, Odin, the heir to his throne, had taken note of her – or at least of her beauty – in the council rooms while the truce was being outlined. Part of the price of peace was that Frigga moved to Asgard to become Odin’s wife and eventual queen, and for the sake of her beloved people, Frigga agreed.

It was a difficult transition, though not, at least a difficult beginning to a marriage. She came to care for, and eventually love, Odin, but she struggles with Asgardian culture. The violence that was seeped into every aspect of their lives hurt Frigga’s heart, and though her opinions slowly began to change parts of Odin’s outlook, one woman couldn’t change a whole culture.

In time, she turned her thoughts toward more personal things – hers and Odin’s growing desire to have children. However, it was not something that came easily to them – specifically to Frigga, and healers had never yet been able to heal their own bodies.

It was a painful irony, Frigga thought, that her title became that of the “All-Mother” when Odin took the throne, but it became something that she embraced. If she couldn’t have children of her own, why shouldn’t she “adopt” and look out for all of Asgard? That was her title, after all, and from that angle, it was one she was able to embrace. Her unbreakable love for the Vanir remaining, the notion of it made her feel like a fully-integrated Asgardian at long last.

Yet a miracle was waiting just around the corner for the couple. Frigga became pregnant and gave Odin a perfectly healthy miracle son they named Thor. The miracle even happened a second time; she became pregnant again… but it was not to be. This time, the child, a daughter, was born lifeless.

Amid a chaotic time of war with Jotunheim was not the time to grieve, but Frigga couldn’t help it. She took to her bed, she was so inconsolable with grief for her child and a growing hatred for her own body. Odin’s frequent presence in the warfront – and absence from her – did not help, and Thor was the only reason she was kept from abject depression most days.

Then the war with Jotunheim was over and won, and Odin returned to her – bringing much more home than she had ever anticipated. She was sitting in Thor’s nursery, minding her son – as she’d had energy to do little else since the stillbirth – when Odin came in, traces of the battle still on his armor, and placed a blue-eyed baby boy in her arms. An orphan misplaced in the war, he said, their son now, if she desired it so.

She didn’t question it until that night when they lay together in the darkness, unable to see one another’s expression. How had he found an Asgardian infant on Jotunheim? He hadn’t; the child was a Jotun, but well-disguised of the babe’s own accord, and he need never know his true heritage. He could be their second child, and if the time ever came, revealing that a Jotun had been raised in the Asgardian palace might help bring about true peace and partnership with Jotunheim.

After that night, it was never mentioned again, and the boys became equal in Frigga’s heart… though as the years wore on, she noticed that they were not viewed as equals by their peers. So, she took Loki into her personal tutelage; he had shown signs of proficiency in magic even if he didn’t know how much so, and she taught him how to capitalize upon it. How to use his size as a strength all it’s own, more spells than were perhaps necessary – but he was good at it, and she enjoyed the private time spent with boy… even as he became a man.

Even as she and Odin began to disagree more and more on things, as Thor’s childish character flaws remained despite his age, as Loki began to maintain friendships with fewer people than ever. The flaws in her family were beginning to show, and despite being the All-Mother, Frigga didn’t know how to help her three men. So, she loved them all as fiercely as she could, but it didn’t really help, and she felt increasingly powerless against it all.

THOR:

Especially when Odin banished Thor to Midgard, of all places, with none of his powers or any real context of the culture he was entering. She didn’t like to yell at her husband, but she did then – and he ignored her pleas, regardless.

But as bad as the incident with Thor was, he at least returned home changed for the better.

It was Loki whose issues were more difficult to resolve. In going to Jotunheim, he’d met Laufey, and come home and touched the Casket, discovering his true heritage. Odin, she believed, had done his best to answer Loki’s questions, but clearly, they hadn’t been sufficient answers, because Loki had come to her with his questions while they were at Odin’s bedside. Her heart stuttered in her chest as he explained what he’d discovered, she did her best to answer his questions and ease his obvious disquiet. She knew by the look on his face she hadn’t said enough, even as guards came and presented him with Gungnir, making him king until Odin awoke.

She told herself she’d done her best in the moment, but in the end her best clearly wasn’t enough. Loki fell from the Bifrost, and she grieved, swearing to do better – by Thor, by Odin, by her people.

THE AVENGERS:

And she tried to do better… only to have that wound of her grief ripped back open when Loki reappeared, warped and evil, on Midgard.

She tried to tell them – Thor, Odin, Heimdall, all of them – that something wasn’t right with Loki, but again she was ignored, and the second prince of Asgard was brought home in chains and a muzzle. She spent years visiting him periodically, trying to get him to talk about what had happened, what had changed her boy.

THOR: THE DARK WORLD:

In the end, her presence was once again for naught – on all counts. When it mattered, Odin ordered even her from the room and sentenced her son to a life in solitary confinement. Once again, she felt all but helpless to do anything about it.

Feeling increasing trapped and useless, Frigga felt her life shrinking down to visiting Loki via her magic, trying to keep Thor content in a life without the presence of his Midgardian love, Dr. Jane Foster, and distressingly, trying to avoid an increasingly unpredictable Odin. Then, Dr. Foster was on Asgard, and under Frigga’s protection, and a terrible, unprecedented opportunity – a chance to rest, and then do some good.

She used her magic to create the necessary glamours, fighting Kurse with a double until he wrung its neck. She left the double where it was, for Thor, Odin, and Jane to find, going so far as to make it appear that she had stopped breathing. It had taken an enormous effort from her magic so suddenly, but so far as Asgard and her family knew, she was dead. She stayed on Asgard to maintain the double until it was sent up in a funeral pier, while simultaneously keeping the glamour of a peasant woman over herself. With the double gone, she allowed herself to rest from draining her magic, then used a bag from the royal treasury to buy a small spaceship.

POST-THOR: THE DARK WORLD:

No one ever discovered where the missing money had gone, so that she knew, and so long as she kept up a glamour, Frigga found herself blissfully free to travel wherever she wanted. She healed wherever she went, giving passage and safekeeping sometimes to those who needed it. She felt useful and happy and good again.

POST-THOR: RAGNAROK:

But she had never meant for her absence from Asgard to be permanent, only a long vacation, and she would deal with the repercussions of her hasty actions when she returned. After two years, though, she suddenly heard rumors of a new… dictator, a queen, taking over Asgard. Violently. Frigga returned to her ship, and to Asgard, as quickly as possible.

But Asgard was going up in smoke, and she was barely able to find radio waves claiming to be coming from Asgardian refugees. Yet again, she was just too late. Horrified, still shrouded in a glamour, she rescued the few floating, live stragglers that she could and rendezvoused with them under the care of the last remaining Valkyrie. Staying quietly to the sidelines and always disguised, she helped them rebuild on Midgard, hoping that here, calling herself a healer named Gitte, she could find a way to be useful to the downtrodden people who had no idea she was their queen.

VERSES:

FROM THIS MOMENT ON: follows canon MCU and Norse Mythology

ROAD LESS TRAVELED: any other AU threads

AUS:

SO MANY WAYS TO BE: (Descendants) queen of a country near, but not brought into, the US of Auradon

EVER EVER AFTER: (Fairytale) queen

BORROWED BABIES: (Foster Care) foster mother

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I’M UP TO NO GOOD: (Harry Potter) Ravenclaw seventh-year

ALL THAT GLEAMS AND GLITTERS: (Modern) an orthopedic surgeon

ALTERNATIVELY 1902: (Victorian) disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

GROW UP WITH THE LAND: (Wild West) disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

FORWARD TO VICTORY: (World War II) a disguises herself as a nurse whenever she feels like interacting with the Midgardians

BOLDLY GO: (Star Trek) Star Fleet counselor 

Starter Call

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off the rack #1264

Monday, June 3, 2019

��It's been a mostly cold wet spring so far which curtails outdoor activities, but I'm lucky enough to have proper outerwear to get out and enjoy myself whenever the mood strikes. I still haven't been able to get on my bike yet but that will happen eventually. I went fishing solo on Saturday and had a blast. I didn't even land my biggest fish, but I got a good look at it when it jumped out of the water and shook off my lure. The laughter of joy afterwards made the hours of casting worthwhile.

 Catwoman Annual #1 - Joelle Jones (writer) Elena Casagrande (art pages 1-11, 14) Le Beau Underwood (inking assist pages 7-10) Hugo Petrus (art pages 12-13, 15-17) Scott Godlewski (art pages 18-38) Jordie Bellaire (colours) Saida Temofonte (letters). This extra long murder mystery involves a triple homicide that Selina is being framed for. She must have picked up some pointers from a certain detective because she finds the real killer. Jordie Bellaire did a great job of keeping all the various plot threads easy to follow.

 Heroes in Crisis #9 - Tom King (writer) Clay Mann (art) Tomeu Morey (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). These psychotherapy sessions all stem from the Flash's attempt to resurrect his family? I dunno. I knew there was going to be time travel involved with Booster Gold in this story but the explanation for what happened made my brain hurt. This 9-issue rigmarole's saving grace is that I liked how Clay Mann draws Batgirl.

 The Superior Spider-Man #6 - Christos Gage (writer) Mike Hawthorne (pencils) Wade von Grawbadger (inks) Jordie Bellaire (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Doc Ock teams up with Doctor Strange to fight Master Pandemonium to prevent hell on earth. It was fun how Christos Gage evolved the two doctors' relationship from beginning to end.

 Thor #13 - Jason Aaron (writer) Mike del Mundo (art) Mike del Mundo & Marco D'Alfonso (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). Get to know Cul Borson, the Norse god of fear, more than you've ever known him before. Odin's big brother may have given his life in the War of the Realms but he's been dead before so shed no tears.

 Blossoms 666 #4 - Cullen Bunn (writer) Laura Braga (art) Matt Herms (colours) Jack Morelli (letters). I realised after I finished reading this issue that I am only enthralled by this story because it stars the Archie characters. If this occult story involved wholly new characters I would have stopped reading after the first issue. Veronica in her LBD made this issue worth the $3.99 US cover price.

 Immortal Hulk #18 - Al Ewing (writer) Joe Bennett (pencils) Ruy Jose (inks) Paul Mounts (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Meet the most abominable Abomination ever. I wonder how the Hulk is going to react when he realises that his friend is merged with this creature. This revival of the Hulk is still going strong.

 Doomsday Clock #10 - Geoff Johns (writer) Gary Frank (art) Brad Anderson (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). Now that Doctor Manhattan has entered the picture things start to get very confusing. He not only jumps around in time but also universes. The narration might be trying to explain things as Jon jumps around but to me it's as clear as mud. I'm not interested in what's going to happen next anymore. I'm just happy to look at Gary Frank's art.

 Superman Leviathan Rising #1 - Brian Michael Bendis, Greg Rucka, Matt Fraction & Marc Andreyko (writers) Yanick Paquette, Mike Perkins, Steve Lieber, Eduardo Pansica & Julio Ferreira (art) Nathan Fairbairn, Paul Mounts & FCO Plascencia (colours) Dave Sharpe, Simon Bowland, Clayton Cowles, Tom Napolitano & ALW's Troy Peteri (letters). This $9.99 US one-shot needed all those creators to pull together for a very comprehensive kick-off to DC's Leviathan Rising event. The only part I didn't like much was the Jimmy Olson adventure. Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #1 hits the racks July 17 written by Matt "Sex Criminals" Fraction so that's going to be a hard one to pass up for some fans but if it's the same silliness that's in this issue I am going to take a hard pass. I liked the rest of this story and look forward to seeing who Leviathan is. My guess is Lex Luthor.

 Fantastic Four #10 - Dan Slott (writer) Paco Medina with Kevin Libranda (art) Jesus Aburtov (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). This War of the Realms tie-in issue brought up a comic book conundrum for me. Why does Malekith's Midgard invading forces just walk away from Yancy Street before killing all the residents? They're doing that everywhere else in Manhattan. It makes for a nice happy ending to this issue but it didn't make a lick of sense to me.

 X-23 #12 - Mariko Tamaki (writer) Diego Olortegui (pencils) Walden Wong (inks) Chris O'Halloran (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I was sad when it looked like Gabby was leaving after last issue but I am happy again because the two sisters patched things up this issue. Not only that, but Honey Badger decides to change her super hero name. Head 'em out Scout. The end of this issue had a finality to it. I'm sad again if this is the last issue.

 The Amazing Spider-Man #22 - Nick Spencer (writer) Humberto Ramos (pencils) Victor Olazaba & Humberto Ramos (inks) Edgar Delgado & Erick Arciniega (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Hunted part 6, the saga concludes and thank the Spider god for that. There's a twist with the black costume that I thought was really dumb leading to Kraven being triumphant. After much pondering I think I know why Peter was in the black costume in this story. That was what he was wearing during Kraven's Last Hunt right? Okay, can we get on with revealing who the super villain with the giant centipede is now?

 Detective Comics Annual #2 - Peter J. Tomasi (writer) Travis Moore & Max Raynor (art) Tamra Bonvillain & Nick Filardi (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). Fear the Reaper, but the Eraser? Not so much. I remember seeing the Reaper Batvillain as drawn by Alan Davis back in the day and thought what a great arch enemy. This story goes international starting in France and ending in Greece. There's a reference to Batman Incorporated for us long time Batfans and this new Reaper opens up the possibility of more international adventures for Batman.

 Daredevil #6 - Chip Zdarsky (writer) Lalit Kumar Sharma (pencils) Jay Leisten (inks) Java Tartaglia (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). No Devils, Only God part 1. This issue starts a new chapter in Matt Murdock's life. Daredevil has been "dead" for eight weeks and the effects on NYPD Detective Cole and Mayor Wilson Fisk are not good. I like Matt's new job and the anticipation of Daredevil's return keeps me reading.

 War of the Realms: Spider-Man & the League of Realms #2 - Sean Ryan (writer) Nico Leon (art) Carlos Lopez (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Hey, what happened to Spidey's helmet and shield, which aren't anywhere in sight this issue? The team makes a new ally in Lagos and the battle moves to Rome. That's where they encounter Kurse and we are treated to the second twist in this 3-issue mini.

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Ist Affiliate-Marketing am Ende?

Heute einmal wieder ein paar Gedanken zum Affiliate-Marketing. Vor zwei, drei Wochen bin ich dem Kurs "Geldmaschine 2.0"* von Jonas Tausendefreund beigetreten. Sein Kurs ist sehr einfach gehalten, aber dafür sehr effektiv! Es gibt dort keinen ewigen Schnick-Schnuck, keine tausenden Strategien, die man vielleicht einfach mal umsetzen könnte, auch wenn man absolut keinen Plan hat. Nein. Er erklärt in seinem Kurs lediglich zwei Strategien, die er selbst so umsetzt und damit reichlich Erfolg hat. Eine davon ist kostenlos, eine davon kostenpflichtig. Gerade für Anfänger bietet sich die kostenlose Variante perfekt an. Es geht letztendlich um Facebook-Marketing und wie man - ohne Investition - dort Affiliate-Marketing betreiben kann. Doch genug zum Kurs Geldmaschine 2.0. Wer mehr darüber lesen mag, den lade ich recht herzlich auf meinen anderen Blog ein, wo es einen ausführlichen Testbereicht gibt >>>  Zu dem Kurs gibt es eine tolle Facebook-Gruppe, die sehr aktiv ist und wo es kein stupides Konkurrenzdenken gibt. Im Gegenteil: Die Leute helfen sich dort gegenseitig. Das habe ich so bisher in wenigen Gruppen erlebt. Nun kam dort allerdings eine Frage auf: Jemand machte auf Facebook Werbung für die Geldmaschine 2.0. In den Kommentaren darunter fand sich dann aber ein Kommentar, der mich zum Denken anregte. Sinngemäß ging es darum, dass hier ein Kurs verkauft wird, in dem einen erklärt wird, wie man Geld online verdienen kann. Und dass ja der Thread-Ersteller dafür eine  Provision bekommt und dass deshalb Abzocke sei. Leute, ganz ehrlich: Genau das ist Affiliate-Marketing! Nein, es ist keine Abzocke, so meinte ich das nicht! Es geht darum, Produkte zu verkaufen, die von anderen erstellt wurden. Und diese Produkte haben (meistens) einen Mehrwert. Wie man diese Produkte am besten verkauft, genau das wird in den Kursen gezeigt. Der Thread-Ersteller hat hier lediglich Affiliate-Marketing betrieben, genau die Arbeit also, die man als Affiliate-Marketer macht. Der Kommentator befand sich zu diesem Zeitpunkt bereits mitten drin in dem Geschäft. Dass er dann (vielleicht) nicht gekauft hat - okay, kein Problem. Das kommt auch in offline-Märkten vor. Aber genau darum geht es im Affiliate-Marketing. Es ist nicht schwer. Man muss das Rad nicht neu erfinden. Man kann es sich wie einen Kreislauf vorstellen: Ich erwerbe ein Produkt -> Ich lerne daraus Marketingtechniken (z.B. wie ich RICHTIG kostenlose Facebook-Werbung mache) -> Ich bewerbe das Produkt mit den Strategien, die ich in dem Kurs gelernt habe -> Ein anderer kauft dieses Produkt nun über meinen Link ebenfalls -> Ich erhalte meine Provision, stehe evtl. für Rückfragen zur Verfügung -> Der "Neue" schaut sich den Kurs an -> Er lernt nun ebenfalls die Marketingtechniken -> Er bewirbt ebenfalls dieses Produkt -> Ein Dritter kauft den Kurs, der "Neue" erhält seine Provision und so weiter. Genau das ist Affiliate-Marketing! Diese Kurse zu verkaufen, das hat nichts mit Abzocke zu tun. Hier entstehen Win-Win-Situationen. Es muss ein Umdenken passieren. Viele Leute kaufen sich Kurse, sehen sich diese nicht einmal an und erwarten dann, dass dann automatisch das Geld fließt (Ohne Witz: Ich hatte jemanden, der hatte sich einen Kurs gekauft, sich mit Mühe und Not bei Digistore angemeldet - er hat nie auch nur irgendwann ein Produkt beworben und hakte dann nach, wann denn nun die Einnahmen auf sein Konto fließen. Das macht einen doch sprachlos, oder?) Affiliate-Marketing ist kein passives Einkommen! Es steckt IMMER Arbeit dahinter. Und wenn es nur Vorbereitungen für eine Webseite sind, die aber auch im Nachhinein gepflegt werden will. Affiliate-Marketing funktioniert noch immer sehr gut. Glaubt mir, denn sonst würde ich nicht diesen Beitrag schreiben, sondern immer noch in meinem alten "Brötchenjob" als Krankenschwester arbeiten. Aber ihr müsst umdenken. Das Geld kommt nicht von allein. Ihr müsst etwas dafür tun und sei es nur die in den Kursen gelernten Dinge umsetzen. Und nein, es ist keine Abzocke, wenn ihr die Kurse, die euch selbst weiter gebracht haben, weiter verkauft. Denn das macht das Affiliate-Marketing, das EMPFEHLUNGS-MARKETING aus.

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