#mcu asgard

[therese-lokidottir]

Food of Asgard?

Watching some deleted scenes from Thor did make me thing about what Asagrd has for food.

What we can see from Thor flipping the table is the golden apples from the myths, but also the gourd, a lot of gourds.

Scattered on the floor there's a clearer shot of the gourds. But also some hard cheese, loaf of bread, grapes and pomegranates.

Volstagg here getting some risen bread and presumably some cheese. He has a cheese knife for it.

Behing Volstagg there's more grapes and loaves of bread, some apples, and either tomatoes or persimmon.

Also from later in the film we know Aagard has, wild boar, pheasant and beef/cows.

Volstagg gnawing on this, which seems pretty big for a pheasant.

So Asgard seem to have a bit of a difference in their agriculture then Nordic and Scandinavian would have historically had.

[xenocorner]

Here's the concept for one of my Strange AUs :D This has been sitting on my WIPs for months now, and today I finally decided to get it out :']

Info dump of this AU ahead for anyone interested, because I need to get it out of my system orz close ups below too

In this a AU, Stephen is raised in Asgard after his home planet (not Earth) is destroyed during a terrible war. Here, Donna is his older sister instead, and she was one of the soldiers who fought and died in said war (the sword he carries was hers).

He was taken in by the Asgardian army when he was around 6, and was raised collectively by them as part of the ranks. He is trained as a swordsman and excels at it.

He meets both Thor and Loki at that young age, and he develops a very close friendship with Loki, both of them growing up together and getting in all kinds of trouble (although Stephen was usually the one to get them out of it). But not all is fun and games with this two, as Stephen also becomes the person Loki confides the most in and viceversa. As they grow, this often leads to Odin sending Stephen to look for Loki whenever the god disappears after a family fight.

He becomes one of the best swordsmen in the 9 realms, and takes command of the Asgardian army when his mentor, the Ancient One (a commander in this AU) dies in battle.

During a battle in which he was perhaps too careless and cocky, he is gravely injured and his hands are irreparably damaged, leaving him unable to wield a sword.

Stephen has incredibly deep self worth issues, and since he isn't Asgardian by birth and also feels incredible debt to Asgard for taking him in when he was all alone, he is always trying to prove himself of his worth to be called Asgardian. So when he is left useless as a swordsman, he goes into a really dark place. This leads him to study magic instead, trying to still be of use to the throne and able to protect Asgard. He pulls through, and with a similar journey of the MCU Stephen, becomes one of the most proficient sorcerers of Asgard. That along with his previously good reputation with Odin grants him the position of Head Sorcerer in the court.

Unfortunately, this comes at the cost of distancing himself from Loki, being too focused on proving himself since the loss of his hand function. Of course, the god is resentful of this. They go through some shit to salvage the friendship and maybe even make it evolve into something more, but I won't go into that now as this lore dump rambling is already way too long lmao.

Also, he may or may not be part of a race that uses music as magic to affect the world around them too, but that's just deeper lore stuff 👀

Close ups to the head shots because I just adore how much softer and elegant he looks with the wavy hair, tiara thing and earring orz I want to do a better render of him like this so bad-

Plus the full body on its own too :] I would've loved to polish it more but I've got more stuff to do and just needed to get it out of my WIPs already o(-(

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Judge: How do you plead?

Thor: …

Jane, mouthing: “Not guilty”

Thor: ???

Thor: Hot milky???

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You know, if Asgard ran their political structure the same way that Anniera runs theirs, it would have solved a lot of problems. We all know that Loki, when he's not brainwashed by the mind stone and senselessly murdering countless people out of spite, is actually very politically-minded and astute. He's always had great potential to be a selfless leader, even in the films. Thor himself admits, at the end of TDW, that Loki is better suited to the role of king than he is.

And as for Thor... he's an avenger. A warrior and a protector to his core. Tell me he wouldn't make an absolutely stellar Throne Warden for his little brother while he reigned.

Just saying, I really think Peterson was onto something when he came up with this whole "royal siblings need each and should actually rule side-by-side" system. Marvel should take notes.

[tired0artist]

Loki S2E3 Spoilers ❗️❗️❗️

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You know, I was thinking about that scene in front of the statues of Baldur, Odin and Thor.

Or more so, about Loki’s reaction to it.

Mobius reminds Loki that he’s one of the Norse Gods. An Asgardian God.

And then we get this somber moment, with the beautiful and sad music (which appears also in season 1 and plays when Loki is reminded of his home).

And in my interpretation, in that moment Loki struggles with his identity once again. I think that he looks out at the statues and thinks about the fact that. He’s not Asgardian. He’s a Frost Giant from Jotunnheim.

Of course he often reminds others, that he’s Asgardian, and Asgard is his home. But I don’t think that Loki fully believes this.

But what he does believe. Is that if he says something a hundred times, it will become true and he’ll believe it.

And so he desperately hopes that it’s true, because he wants to believe it.

Of course he cuts off this line of thinking by making a quick jab at Thor. Acting as all is well and normal.

But the thought lingers, that he wasn’t Asgardian enough to be depicted on that pillar beside his father and brother.

Idk just some post episode thoughts 🤷‍♀️ I enjoyed this episode and I’m happy that the show stays entertaining. In the past with some other marvel shows, by episode 3 or 4, I remember that the plot got dull and the pace slowed. But it seems that Loki won’t have that problem, for now. I am really glad that it’s going so well ❤️

[blindtaleteller]

thank you for previous explain. It was so long and detailed. I had now another question. About lady's life in Asgard. Sigyn x Loki for me. And Sigyn is not warrior, but typical lady. Can you write something about it?

Honestly if you're looking for an example of that in canon MCU, much of Frigga's character and especially her surroundings as expressed on screen does have quite a few examples.

In fact, we aren't even given the idea she can still fight until she absolutely has to in The Dark World.

And, it's in Dark World (and a little of both Ragnarok [geh] and Endgame if you take both the premise of the Valkyries and the time travel scenes in it seriously) that we are given those examples.

Remember, whether they are fighters themselves or not: if they're Asgardian, they're still raised as a part of that previously mentioned warmongering imperialist society: and that would be (as also told to us in their dialogue about Jane and Sif, and their King Odin's expectations) even more strictly observed by someone like a lady in that kind of royalist/imperialist hierarchy, rather than a warrior.

That is why I say 'much' of Frigga's character and surroundings.. but not all. It's not the fighting you need to look at, though that can help. It's her mannerisms, her rooms (look at TDW including the fight with Malekith), her maids, and more. Frigga is, as Queen and even without the fight or ability itself: the top and more importantly leading example of what to expect of a lady of the royal court: as she should be in that kin of society.

And that's also VERY probably why she doesn't fight in any of THor 2011 on screen: even when Laufey shows up, regardless of her being nearer to the main palace then, than she was in TDW: where she was shown being in a separate side palace at least a few miles away when Algrim/Kurse broke out of the dungeon: all the way up until her life, and Jane's, are in immediate danger after having left that portion of the palace during the attack that Kurse opened the shields to manage.

(Which side note was REEEEALLY questionable at the time with a human housing an infinity stone in tow at the time, but is neither here nor there with other things taken into account... just a very dangerous for Jane choice, given what enemies they did have even without the elves being taken into account.. but eh, it is canon and it does fit the flavors of Asgard's, Odin's, and Frigga's own arrogance and ignorance in regards to Asgard's 'impervious' mindset state, as far as the upper echelons of their society seems to be concerned as portrayed on screen.)

In a way, it's made pretty clear that while Frigga still retains much of her skills as a fighter and mage/witch (Or the daughter of three witches at least as we also now know through canon dialogue:) the things she does and doesn't do, while also comparing that to someone like Brunhilde (aka Valkyrie) and how they were clearly recieved during and well after their term as an active female-only fighting force, the canon makes it pretty clear that unless they do retain that fighter status, women (perhaps including the queen) either do not tend to hold as much sway or dignity in other pursuits outside the household.

In other words and as an canon example.. even as the other ruler on the throne and his adoptive mother; Frigga is easily able to set aside the throne and any responsibility for doing so even in that situation. Regardless of, the fact that; at that point the situation is that Jotunheim had declared war in response to Thor's treasonous invasion, and regardless of being closest to Loki (we know this through the words of every character in the family: Thor says it repeatedly, Odin goads and attempts to guilt trip him with that close relationship too, and Frigga does the same with her own wierdness during her conversation with him in TDW's dungeon cell scene) knowing full well not only what she was asking of Loki, but also what Loki was going through in having just recently discovered that he wasn't only not of the same species: but on top of that was Laufey's biological son AND Jotunheim's only known of prince. Whom, Odin admitted he had taken to 'forge a permanent peace.'

A peace that, probably wouldn't have happened anyway if he and it had been handled just as poorly as well, it was.

Think about that for a little bit; really think about it: and the fact that she did so, while playing the part and claiming she was closest to him and cared about him the most.

That canonically casts some seriously gross and awkward truths into the realm of how their their relationship actually is versus how Frigga and the rest of them tried to paint it. As well as touching her own guilt evasion there too: and is something that both in the first Thor and the second film both: Frigga absolutely side steps taking any responsibility for, as the mother, the mentor, and the lady who raised him with that lie: regardless of their supposed closeness.

And, why that's important? Is because, under that king, husband and society as it goes: she is not just allowed to do that without complaint from any of the above, their society OR the foster-brother that she raised and lied to right next to him: she's allowed to thrive and remain in her position STILL without that question or any apparent explanation of ANY of those nuances or her part in putting him in charge in taht mental and emotional state; well after the fact and into 2013 two years later.

When she refers to that massive erasure of not just who but WHAT he is? Frigga almost always shifts that blame fully onto Odin in her dialogue; and steers as hard as she can away from words reminding the viewer that, she was Odin's wife and partner: through all of that. Instead, it's always 'your father' or 'he' rather than 'we' or 'he and I.'

Which is very blatantly another portion of Loki's response in this same scene when asked 'And am I not your mother..?' because, he's right in every form of the answer.

It's -possible- that she was being honest about her relationship with Loki, at least later on? But it's -not- very -probable-, or believable at that stage.. and her lack of self awareness and ownership of her part even when alone with him in Thor 2011 (not to mention carrying that on a year later in Dark World) makes that very hard to miss as a thing in truth: especially with the given facts being that this went on for over a thousand years.. and still over all that time she didn't have enough regard, respect, or love for her supposed favorite son, to even hint at any of his origins even after she taught him to shapeshift or cast illusions herself, to change the outcome.

And again.. no one raised a question as to why. Or held her accountable. No one questioned the one person in the royal family who was capable of taking Loki's place on the throne back in 2011 either.

Given how little we see women in honored fighting positions in Asgardian culture, and are given the very blatant information between the films that it's been literal centuries since even since a female fighting force has been a thing, PLUS the literal views we've been given with Sif as the only woman in the training yard in modern eras...?

It's pretty likely that raised-in bit of social ugly is pretty well dug into their society as well.

Again and that said: figuring out how a lady rather than a fighter might run her life, or fit in at those upper tiers without picking up a weapon: has been put on some display.

Asgard has a very wonky, heavy half ren/medieval approach to their upper heirarchy on display, complete with ladies in waiting (which Tony takes a little off jab at in GROUNDED too lol,) and healers especially seeming to be a majorly female profession.

There wasn't a single dude in that scene with Jane that wasn't either royalty or a guard, if you look at it again. Every single one of the healers is a woman.)

That mentioned, another place to look for examples, are again: Frigga's personal surroundings. And Dark World gives us a good look at those.

One thing to note, is that besides the healers: pretty much every Asgardian lady has armor in some portion of their wardrobe. Whether that's a breastplate, vanbraces (wrist/forearm,) gorgets (neck guard, like Loki's) or something else to accompany their dresses.

Vanbraces (Thor 2011)

Vanbraces and Archer's breastplate (Dark World Dungeon Scene)

Vanbraces, Pauldron, and partial Chestplate (Dark World, final scene)

There are moments when we see her and them without armor pieces (or in some scenes with even fewer of them at least, like teh carefully disguised set in the top gif) but for the most part those outfits are reserved for really important parties that are the equivalent of formal-dress parties: in which case we can see that even Sif doesn't escape from the expectation of wearing a literal dress: though even then.. hers is the odd one out of the others shown/on display in the room as far as style:

Which tells us a couple of things, but first and foremost and something that makes sense in their culture: is that even if they're not mainline fighters, and having been invaded enough to need and upkeep those shields in the first place?

Other than fancy events/celebrations and or coronations? The armor pieces are definitely as much local every day cultural fashion thing, as they are functional in some cases.

It's pretty likely that even the ladies of the court at least know and are expected to upkeep at least minor skills in self defense, if not the defense of their own homes: and are probably taught to do so from a very young age. They're not going to be as good at it outside of their own personal territory, or a territory they know well like say the Valkyrie were supposed to be, as the equivalent of a special forces military task unit: but they probably are expected.

Another side note..? This above, is ultimately; also among the forgiving reasons I don't question why Frigga went to the main palace outside of her taking Jane with her when she went. As Queen and lady of the house under that form of society, it absolutely passes without Jane in tow. However.. without Jane in tow, there's also the bit she couldn't have known at the time; that the writers did of course .. the fact that any of the elves were even alive and kicking. [And gee; thanks for that again Bor, lol! like father like son, I guess? Bor, his son, and said son's wife DO seem to have a habit of -not- telling their kids about world and universe ending enemies being alive after the fact, don't they? coughcoughHELAcoughcough.. XD]

There is one other bit, besides that: that we do get about the society from all that too though. At least about the surviving upper echelons of the ruling class: and that is?

That Odin had a really tight reign on the upper royals and his fighting forces surviving the Great Wars as King.. lips and all: unless amongst the entirety of their armies, council, other generals (besides Hela, which HOO is that a whole conversation unto itself Loki and Laufey related when you look at that timeline with Hela in it omg..) and pretty much every lady in waiting, servants .. or just other lords and ladies? Just didn't notice a surprise baby that the Queen -didn't- give birth to, was randomly being presented as a new baby prince to the Asgardian Empire. Which.. is next to impossible; especially when you take into account that this wasn't another country he took this kid from, or a society unfamiliar with magic: he took Loki from an entirely differing species and PLANET elsewhere in the universe in the middle of the last battle of one of the largest and bloodiest wars in their generation: and forced passing him off as his own.

Even if, he did manage that; maybe sequestering his wife and passing Loki off as a twin or some shizz? Someone if not a whole lot of someones probably knew.. but especially the healer or healers who would have treated any wounds throughout Loki's lifetime.

We could, almost say that they could have presented him as an adopted Asgardian kid.. and maybe he and Frigga did, to some of them on the sly to help keep it under wraps.. but that doesn't fit how their relationship is depicted, shown or talked about prior to or even after the reveal of his species and bloodline at all, either.

And that still wouldn't pass the first time this kid hurt himself, or was injured in battle under the scrutiny of an uninformed healer's ability in that society, with magic and high tech and more very much at their fingertips and in their alliances and enemies too, to be recognized.

Meaning, at least a portion of the populace closest to the crown, and especially those types old enough to have taken part in the last of the Great Wars or tending Loki as he grew and fought and more as a captive prince: were either just as complacent or, shut up by either if not both portions of the crown house really damned fast and really efficiently likely through threat, exile or worse. Keep in mind, the Great Wars and especially that one was still freshly finished, and they made a great show of making sure we knew there would be problems having the future ruler of the enemy they had been killing for an un-foretold length of time next to the crown in how even mention of Jotnar was allowed to form in Asgardian society: through Loki's words, through Thor's reactions and words, through Odin and through Frigga too.

The hate was strong enough even a thousand years plus of Odin's rule with Loki as prince later, that Thor thought it was A-Okay to go ahead and invade the planet and restart that war, against the literal warnings not just from every single person around him before he did it: and not just warned but told outright by his father and the King 'don't you fuckin' dare' well before even that.

That.. is the kind of society and expectations, an Asgardian Lady would have been raised into and led by along with the rest.

All that said, this is getting long; and there are metas rather than canon they come from that I could mention regarding Vanaheim as the most prevalent colony of Asgardians/partial Asgardians too, but.. we don't get a whole lot of them or their off world society other than to know that Odin doesn't care about them NEARLY as much: or at least not enough to even provide them defensive cannons or other defenses that Asgard otherwise VERY clearly has and has had for literal ages as put on display in the Dark World.

Being a woman in that society would probably be a very, well...

Probably, brainwashed to accept a lowered expectation of self worth over all, without the ability to fight on a greater tier than just home and self defense. And those who don't fall into those already asserted social standards would definitely be outliers if not outcasts. We have Loki himself and how Frigga's skills are viewed and worded even by her own family, as example of that.

So.. that's a lot to keep in mind but.. yeah. It is there, and more that; I probably haven't touched or missed while in the process of going on and explaining that.

For Sigyn though, for me: I do have some planned for her but as she doesn't exist in the MCU and adapting her would for me have to take all of that in mind: that is being approached very back burner for late Vestibule 2 (after Mixology) and Vestibule 3 as what ultimately boils down to an OC version of her. In part because I like that character in real life lore, and Skadi's character: and when I do write for them both.. I want to try and convert them to fit into the MCU base in a way that feels right to me.

Which is going to be rough when getting into more detailed versions of stuff like the very brief mentions of Skadi's tale and others I've already done in fics like Simon Says/Bail: given the MCU is twice removed from actual Norse Mythos; being Asgard in the MCU is more loose in being based off of Marvel, which in turn is then just as loose in the comics' basing their characters from that Norse Mythos.

Also, am tired .. is eleven PM lol sorry for not continuing, and getting extra rambly. But will add more pretty pictures to make up for it a lil bit? lol

If you have more questions or want some elaboration on anything, by all means feel free to send me asks just like this one.

I generally try to answer pretty quickly when I see them lol.

[loveloki555]

Thor's chambers

The movie Thor Dark World shows us Thor's chambers, but this sequence only lasts a few seconds, so it is easy to miss. I will analyze the Prince of Asgard's chambers a bit here.

Thor wash himself in stone bowl.

Here you can see a piece of the bowl, as well as a window with characteristic protrusions that can be seen in Frigga's chambers, in the corridors of the palace, and in the library where Odin talks to Thor and Jane.

There is a candlestick in the window, a similar one is in Frigga's chambers.

The bowl is placed on a bench/chest with decorations, and we also see two dishes, one of which is mug from which you can drink beer.

At the end we have a view of the open terrace and columns.

And that's it.

But I hope this helps fanfiction writers at least a little.

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

Deliriously Happy

 “Loki and the reader are in a forced marriage. They don't like each other but secretly are in love with other and the sexual tension between them is very high. One day the reader gets sick, really sick so Loki takes care of her himself (not the maids). The reader finally realises and the confession results in hot steamy and smutty sex.”

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PAIRING: Loki x Virgin!Reader CONTENT WARNING: 18+ MINORS DNI. Smut, forced and unhappy marriage, Loki is an Asshole, illness, virgin kink, breeding kink WORD COUNT: 5.7k

Your wedding day was the worst day of your life.

It was hard enough for Odin to maintain a tentative peace between Asgard and Jotunneheim, but then there came the whispers in Vanaheim of a discontent with Asgard, and a possible desire to go to war. As a result, Odin picked you, only daughter of the Vanir King, to wed his second son, Loki Odinson, to create an alliance instead.

Why he’d picked his second born instead of his more formidable (and dashing) heir apparent Thor, was beyond you. All you knew is, you were shipped off to Asgard like a prized sow going to market, meeting your intended for the first time on your wedding day.

You’d been led into a small sitting room, furnished to the nines with the most plush and beautiful of furniture. Sitting on a sofa, you were left alone for several minutes in nervous anticipation before Loki finally trudged in with a guard, statuesque and handsome, but clearly in a rush. Coming over to you, you got to your feet and quickly ran a hand over your dress in a vain attempt to make yourself look pristine for your betrothed.

Looking you up and down for an inordinately long time, making you shiver, Loki finally shrugged, turned to his assistant and said, “She’ll do.”

Then he went to leave.

You couldn’t believe it. A one-minute glance-over and that was it?

“Excuse me, but don’t you want to know my name?” you asked, you voice strong and angry at the rudeness.

Loki didn’t even stop to address you. All he did was say casually, “I can’t see why it matters what your name is. We wed tonight at sunset.”

Leaving you alone without anyone for comfort or support, he closed the door behind him.

Four hours later, dressed in the finest Asgardian wedding robes imaginable, your hair done up in the most exquisite hairstyle, a diadem of silver roses crowning your head, you and Loki walked hand-in-hand towards a large, ancient cauldron set aflame, where King Odin, Queen Frigga, Prince Thor, and about fifty other high-ranking Asgardians generals and nobles, lined your path.

During the ceremony, you had to admit that Loki was handsome, even in his neutral, passionless demeanor. His hand, though cold to your touch, was still soft, and it held yours firmly. He recited his vows with elegance, and he even offered you a small smile as he looked into your eyes, both hands in yours, and promised before Asgard to take you for his only wife, and for as long as life endured, he would cherish and honor you as his other half.

You recited the same vows, but when you said them, they fell out of your mouth like you were spitting out stones. Your anxiety (and growing angry) at the thought of spending an eternity with this shell of an attractive man was causing you to waver.

The only point during the ceremony you’d felt any positive emotion was the second-long leap you felt in your chest when you realized, trembling while listening to Odin, Loki was gently running his thumb over the back of your fingers. You liked the feeling of the tender gesture, but soon enough, he dropped your hand for the kiss.

You wanted to run, but knowing your country’s peace was at stake, you went through the marriage ritual, sharing a torch with your groom, casting it into the eternal flame together, then sharing a kiss underneath the billowing smoke.

The kiss was as you expected it to be: cold, quick, and without a hint of emotion behind it.

At the feast afterwards, you couldn’t eat a morsel, especially sitting next to your groom, who also wasn’t touching very much on his plate (though he was swallowing goblets of wine like they were the last in existence). Instead, you decided to try and dance with the revelers, maybe endearing yourself to one of them. You needed an ally in the palace if you were going to suffer a lifetime of marriage with Loki Odinson.

You were a fantastic dancer. You were offered a dance with each of the Warriors Three, and you admitted to yourself that you would take any one of them as a husband over the prince you now had to call ‘husband.’

Loki, of course, never joined you. Instead, you saw him watching you with fixation from his seat at the head of the bridal party’s table as you danced with as many men in the room as you could, just out of spite. Even Thor offered his hand (though for his strength and elegance on the battlefield the man proved to have two left feet on a dance floor).

You both had gotten so intoxicated in order to cope with the day’s events, that you went to separate chambers that night and did not sleep with one another. You didn’t care. In fact, it was preferred.

Thus, on your wedding night, you remained a virgin, and fully intended to remain so. You were sure your new mate felt similarly.

It was a great start to a lifetime partnership.

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Six months went by, and you were all the talk among the maids.

“The Princess and Prince still haven’t done it yet!” “Silly Vanir probably doesn’t know what she’s doing.” “Good thing Loki is the spare, because no heirs will be coming out of his vessel.” “Then let’s hope Thor is successfully in a match one day soon.”

You cried yourself to sleep nearly every night.

The few attempts you made to get to know your husband nearly always failed, although you did learn much about him. He would summon you like a Lady in Waiting to his library, asking you questions akin to ones for a job interview. Then, he would make a vain attempt to touch you, which you always shrunk back from. Most of the time, this would make Loki storm away angrily.

This was always the part where you felt your pussy twitch. Watching Loki angrily leave a room was kind of hot. Then you’d return to your apartments and furiously masturbate to get rid of the lust Loki left you with. It irritated you to no end that you somehow found your husband both repulsive, and incredibly attractive. Still, it wasn’t as if you could let him KNOW that. He clearly held no touch for you and was just fulfilling his duty to the throne. Hell, he probably had spent each of the past nights since your ceremony in bed with some whore scullery maid.

For your part, you decided to do the same and follow your own duty. One thing you had in common with the God of Mischief was your shared dedication to peace between your realms. Thus, you attempted to broker peace with Loki, and you rebuffed one another, as was the standard by now. Today was one of those days, and the pair of you followed your failed post-marital courtship ritual to a T.

“My bride, you know we will need to fuck eventually,” he said coldly to you, sitting in a large armchair and taking a sip of tea.

“How eloquently put to your wife,” you replied with the same indifference. “To have and to hold, indeed.”

“I mean it,” he continued. “I’m starting to get admonished by Father. It’s looking like Thor isn’t interested in a mate just yet, and Odin wants at least one grandchild.”

You sighed. “It’s not like you’ve been trying either. Is there any alternative at all?”

Loki looked at you with a face that almost hinted at hurt. “Alternative?”

You shrugged and set your own tea cup down on the table between you. “I think we both know by now that we can’t stand to look at each other fully-clothed. I can’t image the cringing if we got naked in front of one another. There won’t ever be a child from us.”

Loki pouted a moment, crossing his leg subtly. “Tell me, Princess Y/N,” he responded calmly, “What have I done to offend you so?”

What have I done? You thought to yourself. What have I--!??

“The audacity of you,” you found yourself spilling, your filters of propriety completely gone, “Clearly blaming me for our lack of chemistry when it was YOU who made it abundantly clear from the moment that we met that you had no interest in my happiness.”

Loki’s shoulders dropped, but even his silver tongue couldn’t get a word in.

“You are a cold, heartless lout,” you stood up, sending your head into a hot, dizzy haze. “You never tried to woo me, or to make me feel welcome in this strange new country that I was forced to come to and give my life to against my will. Did that never occur to you? Did it never once cross your mind that I NEED SOMEONE?”

You felt your body grow hot, but the hits kept coming as Loki watched you, a look of surprise and concern painted over his face.

“No, because you don’t care about anyone but yourself. You are a terrible man and an even worse husband. I’m thankful we will never have a baby together, because you’d be the worst father in the Nine Realms! You have no sense of nurturing, affection, or love for others. I hate you, Loki, for trapping me here only to shove me in a gilded closet and leaving me to rot in my complete loneliness!”

Loki stood up in response, looking more offended than ever. “You expect us, a pair in marriage out of obligation to the survival of our countries, to love one another?”

“I never asked you to love me. I just want to be treated like a person and a wife instead of an empty vessel for you to fill and ignore. Unfortunate for you, my husband and my love, you caught a bride who speaks for herself. I am a Vanir, and we are strong on our own terms. I’m not a simpering bitch like any of your past conquests.” You sneered and tried to remain dominant, even when looking at his harsh face. “Do you really find me so repulsive? Or are you just hiding a tiny, useless prick that you’re embarrassed to show me?”

Loki growled and sauntered up to you, leaving no room between your chests. You could feel his hot, agitated breath hit your neck, and you couldn’t help but look defiantly up into his eyes.

“You should have sent me home and married one of your mindless whores instead,” you snapped. “Then at least you’d get your stupid little heir and please your father.”

“How dare you suggest I am ill-equipped?” he whispered in your ear, causing you to tremble a little. “I am famous with my contemporaries for my skills in the bedchamber, and you will soon learn how hard I can fuck whoever I wish.”

You were beginning to get a headache, and your ears were buzzing with panic in spite of your heat starting to get wet with the tension building between you, like a storm cloud about to explode with rain and lightning.

“I’d rather shove a broomstick up within me,” you sneered through your increasingly uncomfortable symptoms. What was going on?

“Listen, Princess,” Loki spat out, taking a hand, slipping it under your chin, and tilting your head up to meet his gaze, your noses nearly touching. “Tonight, after supper, expect a knock on your door. I am going to end this situation once and for all, and you will conceive my child, I promise you, with the added bonus of knowing how well I pleasure my partner.”

“I…uh…oh…damn…” you began stuttering as the world began spinning around you. “Why is the room moving?” you mumbled.

“Y/N?” Loki asked, his voice softening at your symptoms becoming evident. “Are you feeling well?”

You could have sworn you felt a soft, sympathetic hand caress your cheek before the sensation of falling and entering darkness overwhelmed you, stealing your senses and taking you away from consciousness.

“Y/N? Can you hear me? Guards, I need help!” Loki’s genuinely frightened hollering was the last sound you heard.

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That night, you slipped in and out of consciousness as a fever raged.

One time when you were semi-awake (though no one seemed to notice your fluttering eyes) was when a healer was examining you. You could barely make out their poking, prodding, and touching. All you knew is that you were in a bed and tucked in, and that you had a raging headache, a sweating fever, and enough pain raging through you to stagger a horse.

“She’s from Vanaheim, remember, so her body isn’t yet used to the viruses we have here,” said the healer.

“Will she survive? Recover fully?” The low voice was Loki’s.

“It’s a pretty severe case, I’ll admit, my Prince,” the healer confessed. “She’ll need constant care for the next twelve-to-eighteen hours. If her fever breaks by then, she will be fine. If not, summon me. We may need to remove her from Asgard.”

“Remove? But I just married her,” Loki moaned.

“If you’ll pardon the honesty, Your Highness, it doesn’t really feel like you married her at all,” the healer suggested. “You still have separate apartments, and after all, I thought I would be examining her for signs of pregnancy by now.”

“You’re fortunate that your physician’s skills are the best in the realm, or I’d hang you myself for your comments!” Loki muttered.

“Apologies, Highness,” the healer quickly backtracked. “I’ll be back intermittently throughout the evening. Shall I summon her maids to watch her?”

“Those incompetent quims?” Loki scoffed. “Absolutely not. My wife would be dead within the hour if any of those silly birds were charged with her care.”

“I cannot stay, even for a Prince,” the healer replied. “Others do need my services.”

“Idiot, I’m staying at her side myself,” Loki declared, going over to his bed and perching himself on the edge besides your still body.

“Very well,” agreed the healer. “As I said, summon me if things change for the worse, my Prince.”

You heard a door close nearby as the healer took their leave. You felt the sensation of a cool cloth being pressed to your cheek, and you were able to let out a small sigh of relief before falling under again.

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Loki was true to his word. He never left your side for the entire night, and the day that followed. You fever increased some time after midnight, throwing you into a delirium while your husband watched, gently pressing cold towels to your face, and intermittently reading out loud to you in the hopes that you’d come to.

Choosing a fantasy book from his youth to read to you, Loki found himself getting in to the performance after a while. “For when the Goddess Idunn saw her beloved Tree of the Golden Apples, they were gone…”

“Husband…Loki…” you mumbled in your delirium.

Loki stopped reading and bent down to hear you better. “My Princess?”

“Just…just touch me once…want you…”

Loki felt his heart skip a beat, watching your beautiful form lying like Sleeping Beauty across his bed, which was stunning in spite of your illness. He wondered if he whispered in your ear how he’d truly felt towards you for the past half year, it would count as admitting his secret love, and he wouldn’t have to do it to your face later.

Loki did, in fact, have wild feelings for you, and not a night went by that he didn’t go into his room after seeing you and fucking his hand until he uncontrollably shook. However, he was raised with a fearful sense of duty, and he felt that in treating this marriage like a simple task to fulfill at the office, he would serve his purpose better than were he a hopeless dope, blind with lust for you.

After all, it was an arranged marriage. What the hell did he know about relationships?

The people of Vanaheim were the only creatures in the realms said to be more beautiful than Asgardians, and the moment he’d seen you on your wedding day, he felt helpless, down for the count and drowning in your glow. Knowing, however, that he had certain expectations, he’d felt it would benefit the two of you to keep things ‘proper.’ He was a notorious pro at that.

He also wasn’t sure he wanted children so soon after marrying. It was bad enough that his lack of experience as a husband was leading to a terrible match, and everyone knew it. Half-heartedly leaving you pregnant would only complicate this already-complicated pairing. His roleplaying as a cold, uninterested spouse had helped keep his worries about that at bay.

“Loki…we can have a baby…”

Loki perked up, setting the book aside and gently ran a finger down your hot, red cheek. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. “You want a baby, dear?”

“Afraid…of…you…hate me…”

“No,” he cooed, brushing a lose tendril of hair that was plastered to your face with sweat up and tucking it behind your ear. “I see what’s happened,” he said quietly, more to himself than to you. “We are both misguided youths who have no idea how to be married.”

“Alone…always alone…”

“Never again will you be alone,” Loki promised, giving you a tender kiss on the cheek. “That should have been among my wedding vows. I have been treating you abysmally, Princess, and I will remedy that when you are well.”

Loki looked at you as your delirium sent you back into sleep. He took your hand between his and began singing an Asgardian lullaby that he’d been fond of from his childhood, the gentle melody just loud enough to reach your ear. His voice was certainly not as sweet or on-pitch as his mother’s, but he knew you heard it and liked it, for in your slumber, you smiled.

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You awoke the following afternoon, feeling nearly completely revitalized. Looking around you, the bed was unfamiliar, and as soon as you saw Loki sitting in a wooden chair by your bedside, a book open in his lap, his head in his hand, snoozing, and you felt your heart race.

Loki wasn’t the type to do anything to you in your sleep, was he?

“L…Loki?” you called out, your voice weak but steady.

Your husband immediately stirred, slowly coming to and sighing in what sounded like relief when he saw you starting to sit up. He put a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to lie back down. “Don’t get up. You’ve had a raging fever for nearly a day.”

“I feel fine,” you said stoically. “Let me sit up.”

“Very well, but you’re going to try and drink something if you do,” he answered. “I have some pomegranate juice on the table here.”

It was as if you fell asleep and woke up in an alternate timeline, where the Loki you married wasn’t a complete twat. He looked as if he’d been up all night at your side, his face was tired, his hair was unkempt and partially hung in his face. His face was the biggest difference. Instead of the usual neutral-to-annoyed look, he appeared to be concerned, almost fearful for your health. Taking a tall glass with deep red liquid, Loki pressed it into your hand.

“Drink. I mean it,” he said.

You pouted and shook your head. “Is it poisoned?” you quipped.

Loki rolled his eyes. “I suppose I earned that, but on my honor as a Prince of Asgard and son of Odin, it’s safe to drink.”

Looking at the glass for a moment, you decided to Take the risk. The tart liquid was cool and delicious, and you found yourself taking more than a sip. “There’s a good girl,” he said softly, taking the glass from you. “We can try some food later, if you’re feeling up to the task.”

“Loki, what is this?” you asked. “Why am I in your bed instead of mine? Where are the maids?”

Loki pursed his lips, considering the right and wrong words to say. “You were violently ill last night. I kept you here so I could nurse you myself. The maid are silly little gossips, I wouldn’t trust them to take care of a rosebush.”

“Why?” you asked. “You hate me.”

Loki sighed. “If I hated you, I would not have agreed to marry you.”

“You had no choice,” you replied.

“That isn’t true,” Loki confessed. “You were sent to me on the appointed day, yes, but Father promised me that if I refused you, he would acquiesce to allowing me to go to Vanaheim to find a bride for myself. You were the most sensible first choice, but when I first met you, you became the only choice for me.”

You weren’t sure what to do with this information. “But you didn’t even know my name, nor did you bother to ask. You were so underwhelmed by me.”

“Let me admit something personal to you, and seeing as you are my life partner now, I suppose it’s only right that I get used to doing so,” he began, then paused, waiting for your consent to continue. You silently gave it. “I feared our wedding day very much. I never saw myself entering a forced marriage with anyone, and seeing you standing there, your radiant beauty shining across the room…it stirred me the way I used to be aroused by the scullery maids who would flirt with me in the hopes that I’d let them visit my bed.”

“Aroused? You were aroused when we met? Even when you spoke two words in my general direction then turned away?”

Loki nodded. “You are stunning, Y/N. I turned myself off around you because I thought you resented me for being the reason you were brought over in the first place. I didn’t want to expose myself as a weak person and a moody, emotional husband so as to scare you even further.”

You knew in a heartbeat that you were not being lied to, and that Loki was exposing himself to you in this moment, making himself vulnerable to you.

“Feelings aren’t really your first language, are they?” you asked.

Loki nodded. “No. Comes with the whole ‘Prince of the Realm’ thing, unfortunately. You should see Thor try to explain away when he sobs watching a play.”

You remained quiet a moment, choosing to take another sip of juice, which pleased your spouse. “So, you’re saying that you were so afraid of falling in love with your wife that you left me a virgin bride for six months, confused and alone, wondering if I may as well try and run away back to Vanaheim?”

Loki found himself smiling, but trying to hide it. “It does sound ridiculous, now that I think about it.”

“It’s tragic, because those are now six wasted months. Just think of what we could have been doing this whole time,” you mused.

Loki cocked his head to the side inquisitively. “Wasted months?”

“Loki, while your incredibly misguided attitude didn’t help our relationship, you have no idea how sexy I find you, do you?”

He sat up straighter in his chair. “Do you now? Can’t say that should surprise me!” You giggled, and the laughter made him smile wider. “Your laugh…it’s musical.”

“Thank you, husband of mine. It’s the first time you’ve ever heard it since we married!”

Loki replied with a chuckle of his own.

“I want to love you, Loki,” you confessed. “I want to be your best friend, the mother of your children, and your lifelong companion…if you’ll have me.”

Loki got up from his chair to sit next to you on the bed. You leaned back against your pillow and fluttered your eyelashes, reaching out a hand to Loki, bidding him to kiss you.

“I want to love you as well, my princess bride,” he answered, leaning down and planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. “And so, I shall.”

“You missed,” you quickly added, pulling on the collar of Loki’s tunic and pulling his lips down to yours. You wouldn’t let him come up for breath, thrusting your tongue desperately into his mouth. However, Loki was stronger than you, so he pulled back after a moment.

“Not now, love,” he whispered. “You’re still recovering. I will exhaust you.”

“Loki, listen to me,” you began. “I feel fine. I’ve been a virgin for six months longer than I expected to be, while having to look at your beautiful form every day, knowing that you didn’t want my body. You just told me that you do want my body, and I want yours. Can we not put this off any longer?”

Loki’s lip twitched. “Ah yes, I almost forgot you’ve yet to know carnal pleasure. Such a desperate virgin!”

You shrugged. “The males of Vanaheim are boys, really. I never had any interest before, but after years of the sexual energy building up inside…it’s ready to happen.”

“So, I will be your first.”

“And only,” you added, running a hand along Loki’s cheek and pulling his face in for another kiss. Loki responded in kind, and his cool hand felt incredible against your cheeks, still a little hot from the receding illness.

“Tell me, my bride, are you nervous?”

“A little,” you admitted. “Especially seeing as it’s you. With your reputation, I’m not even sure you know how to bed a first-timer.”

Loki nodded. “I suppose that’s fair. My reputation precedes me. But I assure you, I can be a tender lover. I want you to tell me if I hurt you, okay?”

“Yes, Loki,” you purred.

“Oh, Y/N, please use my name again!”

“Loki, my husband…”

Loki let his vessel fall over top of yours, his lips meeting your mouth again, his hands beginning to wander about your neck and upper body. You almost immediately lost yourself in his arms, letting him dictate your pace and feeling the beginnings of arousal between your legs as his hands slipped under your shirt, finding your breasts and gently beginning to flick at your buds there. The little twinges were enough to send you into a fit of need, and you let your lower back slip under the covers, taking you from sitting against the headboard, to sliding directly underneath Loki’s body, lying supine under him.

“Are you that ready?” he asked. “I’ve barely begun!”

His wandering hands were firm, and every inch of flesh they touched brought sensations to you that you had never known, but were nothing short of astounding.

“Would you like me to talk you through this? Would it set you at ease?” Loki asked. “It helps you relax, and relaxing will make it feel better.”

“No, I don’t want that,” you whispered. “Feel me, I think I’m already ahead of you…”

You took his right hand and guided it downward, sitting his fingers against your clit, using your index finger to lead his in a thorough investigation of your folds. You were already soaked with arousal, and as soon as Loki felt it too, he grinned.

“Norns, Y/N, you’re already ready for my cock, how fair is that to me?” Loki sighed, keeping his hand where it was, but beginning to ever-so-lightly trace circles around your opening, sending you into a frenzy of need. “I was going to play with your pussy for hours first, to make up for those lost months…”

He lightly touched your shoulder, and your clothes melted away to nothing, and your naked body was pinned underneath him. “By the eyes of Freyja, you are a goddess to look upon!”

With a snap of his fingers, Loki’s own clothes faded away, and you were finally looking at your husband in the buff.

“In all the Nine Realms, I could never imagine a stud such as you would be having me,” you mumbled poetically, inspired by his warm, naked flesh pressed against your tits.

“Y/N, did you mean what you said about being the mother of my heirs?” he asked.

“Oh yes, my husband,” you groaned as Loki continued to grind against your crotch, his hardness pressing on your heat, but not going beyond the outer lips. Each thrust drew a moan from you, and each time you made a sound, it only seemed to add to Loki’s vigor. “I am ready to be filled by you. Please go inside me!”

Loki grinned with desire. “Good girl, but we’re not there yet. I want to tell you about what you have to look forward to first. You’re going to listen to me while I sit on your hips and tell you about how much I’m going to cum inside you, and how much you’re going to love breeding my children.”

You felt a low, steady moan escape your lips. Loki uttered a gentle “shh” and placed a single finger with his free hand on your lips. “I know you want me, princess, but you’re going to have to wait until I finish my speech before we make a baby, okay?”

You nodded meekly under his finger.

“Good girl.”

Without warning, he pushed two fingers against your clit, sending throbs of pleasure up your passage, and you had to bite your lip in order to stifle all of the sounds you wanted to make.

“My pet, you have no idea what you’re in store for. I’m about to fill you full of my seed, which you will take into you and use to spin our children into existence. You’ll cry out for me in ecstasy as your walls milk me for every drop of hot cum, and after I am through filling you to the brim, it will only be a matter of time before the life begins to take hold in your body, and you’ll begin to grow. How eager I am to watch your breasts grow heavy and drip with milk for our future little princess or prince to drink!”

Still fighting your urge to cry out your lover’s name, instead you let Loki’s passionate words crash over you like a wave, and you finally felt you relax your walls, ready to receive his cock.

“Norns, I can already see your belly round as you walk at my side through the halls, every man with an eye for the female form losing control at the sight of you, but knowing that you are mine and mine alone, and that I put our baby inside you. They will sigh with jealousy as we walk by, watching your tits bounce underneath your robes. They will know that I’ve fucked you, my princess, over and over.”

Loki’s cock teased your cunt more and more, and you were being to ache with desperation, your passage feeling hollow, longing to be filled with either Loki’s dick, or his fingers, which were still fiddling with your clit and sending lighting up your core.

“And after you bring our firstborn into the world, I will be ready to impregnate you all over again. We will have such a large family, our children running everywhere…but always one growing inside of you: a testament to how much I’ve claimed your pussy…”

“Breed me, Loki! I’m ready!” you finally cried out.

Loki took his fingers away from your folds and lowered his hips, the tip of his member on the threshold of your dripping cunt, driving your senses into needy, pathetic desire as you tried to thrust against Loki’s hips enough to coax it inside.

“You’re ready to take my cock, pet?” Loki whispered, looking down at you with both authority and need. “You’re a needy little virgin princess about to get her first fucking…I wish I could savor this for days.”

“No, now…please, I need to feel you inside me…”

Loki nodded, taking a breast in each hand and using both thumbs to pay with your tender nipples. “Then, my lustful, beautiful bride, I am yours.”

Slowly, Loki guided his cock into your opening. You felt a pinch and some pressure, but you were so flooded with arousal that it slipped in with relative ease, causing your walls to stretch to fit his shaft. You grunted as Loki buried himself to the hilt within you, and he remained still a moment. “Have I hurt you?” he asked.

You quickly shook your head. “Don’t stop! Breed me, please!”

Loki replied, “Yes, my princess!”

With each thrust, you saw stars as heat rippled up your core and began building in your hips and back like water being dammed in a river, eager for release. His rhythm picked up tempo, and the heat kept rolling down your abdomen. Loki’s own moaned joined yours, no longer caring about being quiet.

“Do you want my baby now?” Loki grunted.

“I want your baby, Loki, my husband!” you answered.

Loki’s thrusts became harder and more violent, and you were starting to feel a little more pain as he built towards a climax with you. “Oh, cum for my, my wife,” Loki purred. “Together…”

Your orgasm thundered down your pussy, throbbing waves of pleasure, and sending tremors down your legs. You moaned so loudly that it sent Loki to his fall, his cock pounding hard, sliding up and down your slick walls and spurting hot, dripping cum up and inside you. You could feel it when he poured his seed.

While lingering within you, Loki bent over your body, smoothly running his hands up your abdomen, breasts, and neck before giving you the deepest, most intensely passionate kiss of your life. It was the kind of kiss that had to have love behind it.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, lowering his sweating frame on top of yours and nesting his chin between your breasts.

“Like a wife,” you replied, taking a hand and running your fingers through his soft, long black hair. “Loki, that was…I mean…I couldn’t imagine any better.”

Loki looked at you warmly. “You’re welcome.” Looking up at the ceiling while stroking his hair, you felt peaceful, and, for the first time since arriving in Asgard, not alone.

“Do you think we did it?” you asked.

“It would be hard to say for a few weeks,” said Loki. “But wouldn’t it be wonderful if we made a baby on the first go?”

“We waited for this long enough,” you added. “At least those silly maids won’t be able to gossip about me anymore!”

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Some more Asgardian fashions that I love 🤩🤩🥺🥺🥺

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❅MCU Jotun Headcanons❅ 

in honor of @jotun-design-party by magpiemurder. I had been looking forward to this contest for several months, but i have not been able to do anything for it and i doubt i will magically be able to do something and submit it by the time the deadline roles around (which is in like less than a week). This makes me sad, especially since i was something i was actually looking forward to participating in (and for such a long time) :(.

but anyways. headcanons instead, i suppose:

(also these are not very organized so have fun with that)

while jotuns do have extremly low body temperatures, the "frost-bite" affect you see them inflict in Thor 2011 is not because of that. Instead, it is due to a residue on their skin (like poison dart frogs).

Unlike poison dart frogs, however, the residue doesn't just stay on their skin 24/7. Rather, it secretes out of their pores

When jotuns are young, it secretes automatically when they feel scared/threatened (or exhibit other strong emotions), but as they get older they learn how to control it and can do it on command (and also keep it from happening). (<- my reasoning for why loki's cloths froze and chipped away the first time but not the second)(sort of)

the blocky/chunky/heavy type architecture you see is because it is sturdy and can survive blizzards/other harsh elements

based off of what odin said in his monologue, jotunheim is "cold dark and barren," so the next few sort of are in line with that, but who know if he was actually telling the truth lol 

not a lot of biodiversity (and FAR less plants than animals) :/ (i actually think it'd be cool to have a frozen planet teeming with life, but again, prev reason...)

since it's hard for plants to grow in such cold/dark places (lack of sun, dirt/nurtients, nutrient flow, liquid water, etc), the only "normal" plants you see are in the north pole (which is warmer, and is sort of a tundra type biome)(most plants typically aren't even there year-round). Everywhere else, plants have to find other ways to survive. Since photosynthesis isn't really a viable option (though there are a rare few that do!), most plants either perform chemosynthesis (x) or are parasitic (x). This also means that lots of plants are a ghostly white, rather than green (no chlorophyll).

licehen is less common than here, but can be found on occasion (and can be eaten)

mushrooms are relatively common, however (and unlike our mushrooms, can survive alright in the cold)

There isn't really any liquid water (and what little is seasonal), yet there are still life in the frozen water. There is a species of fish that produces so much warmth that the ice around them melts, and they swim through their self-made streams (that freeze back up once they've left). These fish eat snow/ice algae and ice worms (the algae and worms are actually real things in real life btw) (x) (x)

I thought it was interesting in the film how it's such a cold planet but nothing seemed to have fur, just skin... perhaps there are furred creatures, though, and they simply live in other regions. Id say the south pole, maybe the north pole, and and/or an isolated bit of land ("continent") on the opposite side of the planet. Long wooly fur. Horns. These creatures evolved to be warm on the cold, and the creatures we saw in the film simply evolved to not need to be warm at all.

the clothing you see the jotnar wear in the Thor 2011 is not their usual wear, it is their wartime/battle clothing.

This is because even though they are no longer literally warring, odin's treaty (aka sentence to slow genocide) was a "war against their people." As such, the majority of the jotnar choose to wear the wartime clothing until they all die out (as sort of a statement against odin/asgard's colonialism/imperialism)

(also probably "honor" or other culture type situation)

War clothing components:

Shaved Head: The jotnar typically grow their hair out long in times of peace, but shave it when times of war arise. In some regions, it is only those that go to battle that shave it, but in other regions all people shave it

Loincloth: made from Frost Beast leather. While frost beast hide is blue, the process to turn it into leather gives it a green tone (and is also becomes more rubbery than our leather). The sewing pattern of the loincloth itself typically is what gives it creative design, rather than having added embroidery/beading/embossing/etc.

Misc Decorations:

small decorative pieces are stuck directly to the skin via freezing water or using sticky sap-like substances. The most common places for these decorations are the head, upper chest, and shoulders. These pieces serve no protective functions, save the ones that are used to cover the nipples of jotuns with breasts (just around the nipple and areola, not the full breast).

small bracers, pauldrons, and greaves are sometimes worn.

Never shoes, pants/bottoms, shirts/tops.

Clothing should be NON besides the loincloth, and armour should be minimal and mainly decorative.

Decorative pieces are typically also made of frost beast leather. Metal is not usually used on jotunheim, because it is far to cold to melt anything (and to actually start a fire that hot would cause massive environmental damage). The only metal typically used it mercury, because it has such a low melting point (-38.829° C/-37.892° F). Interestingly, leather and mercury (and ice) are the only materials used in war clothing, not bone, even though bone is used in non-wartime clothing.

Overall Scarcity of clothing: While the jotnar don't typically get cold, they do want protection from cutting winds, ice, and snow (blizzards are strong enough that the snow can cause cuts/"burns"). As such, having such scarcity of clothing is a statement of strength/bravery and used to deter the enemy. 

regular cloths cover more (to protect from the elements, not provide warmth). Leather, metal, fur, and fabric woven from wool are used. Bone and metal are also used. Typical colours would be the familiar green, dusty purple, grey/brown/black/white (fur colours), and some blue

piercings and gauging are popular, even though not always practical. Most popular places to pierce/gauge are the ears and nose.

Hair texture in the region where we visited in thor 2011 is typically smooth and silky (like lokis), but other hair textures (curly, coily) exist in different areas. All hair is typically raven-black, unless the jotun is albino (in which case, it would be white)

Unsure of:

i feel like jotuns would be carnivores, but at the same time i feel like loki would enjoy more vegetarian/pescatarian food options, so idk what to think :|

I feel like the casket of ancient winters would be taken straight from the core of the planet, and is super condensed ice and seiðr, and that's why taking it away ruined the planet

(but then that poses other questions, like why would they mine something and keep it as an artifact? were there warring tribes and they wanted to get ahead? did some foreign colonial/imperial power mine it and for their own gain and the jotuns only got it back later?)

also the other possibility is that the casket has to do with something of the passing of ancestors/powerful jotuns of the past and their seiðr or souls or smth is in it (and that would give more power to the "casket" part)

i actually i can think of a lot of things... but those are my main two for the casket

wait why are my indented bullet points not working anymore what!!! this was more neat-looking i swear

jotun breast milk does not have lactose. i will not elaborate.

ok those are all i can think of right now

(bonus loki-specific one: the reason he is so small was because his mom got stuck by lightning when she was pregnant)

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The MCU depowers a lot of heroes and villains, but I don't think anyone has had it worse than Thor. And when I say depowered, I don't mean he's slightly weaker or his lightning is weaker, they got rid of all his funky hammer stuff! Like in the Avengers when he spun his hammer so fast he teleported the Avengers, Black Knight and the Melter into an alternate dimension:

Or how about when Jane Foster was dying and Thor couldn't save her in time, so he spun Mjolnir so fast time stopped:

Or! How about when he beat the Absorbing Man by spinning Mjolnir so fast he fused hydrogen atoms into helium atoms!!

If this was enough to transform Absorbing Man, but the air wasn't enough to turn him into nitrogen, that would mean Thor had to make more helium atoms than nitrogen atoms around Absorbing Man. If he was surrounded by 10 moles of air (a pretty small estimate), Thor would need to make around 8 moles of helium, causing an explosion releasing 2.88x10^12 KJ of energy to be released. This is about 688,336.5 tons of TNT. That's a pretty big explosion. But don't worry! Thor can survive it!

He lets the US Military test nuclear bombs on him sometimes. For fun I guess.

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I just realized something vital:

The Asgardias have Allspeak. Its makes it so other people hear them speak in the language of the listener. Thor and Loki never once speak English. They are both speaking Asgardian. Its just that the avengers are hearing English.

Now, Allspeak relys on the intent of what the speaker is trying to communicate when choosing the exact words.

Thor talks formal and Shakesperean because he is the Heir Prince. He represents the royal family of Asgard. He likely was trained in formal diplomacy and really wants to make good impressions.

Loki however, has a more casual speech pattern because he doesn't care about formality. He's cares about being convincing.

Btw, Loki first meets Steve in Germany, Steve (and us the viewers) is hearing their dialogue in English, but the German people around them are hearing Loki speak fluid German and Steve speak fluid English. That must have been trippy af.

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Loki's Forever {Flashback Memory}{Part One}

{Two weeks before}

Odin Odinson, the King of Asgard, was hosting a birthday party that evening for Y/n because, even though you were not related to the family, Y/n had been part of many royal duties and business through Frigga who had grown quite fond of you. Y/n was also close friends with both Thor and Loki and often hung around with them until Odin decided to give Y/n a place within the castle. Soon you became part of the family since you were often there and around, Odin and Frigga started looking at you as part of the family, while Loki and Thor thought very different things about you. To celebrate a year of you being part of their family, they wanted to host a party for you inviting many if not all of those in Asgard to come.

(16+) = Aggressiveness, jealousy, more physical touch.

(No smut,)

Loki's POV:

Loki had finished getting himself ready even though there wasn't much for him to do, his father wanted him in his usual green-laced Asgardian leather, he smoothed his hair back so it looked decent instead of it dangling around, messy as he usually leaves it. Loki had gotten Y/n a small gift, a small bouquet of white flowers on a band that would go around their wrist if they accepted it. Loki was worried that you wouldn't. Loki put the bracelet back into the small box it had come in and held it in his hands as he left his room and made his way to where the guests had already started to arrive.

Loki walked into the hall that had been decorated by strings of lights that hung all around the ceiling. To the right there was a seating area where people could sit down and chat and a bar set up, knowing that Asgardians loved to drink. To the left, they had set up a huge table with food spread all over it, mixes of sweets and meats and anything that anyone could want.

As Loki made his way over to the bar, he sat himself down leaning against the counter, he looked down at the box and slowly twisted it around, he was nervous, a God is never nervous, some part of his hated the fact that he was nervous over the of seeing Y/n dressed up, part of him also enjoyed it.

"Ah, Brother!" Loki heard a deep voice from behind him, along with a slap on his back next. "I see you got Y/n a gift?" Thor asked, walking around the bar and sitting on the stool next to him.

"You may be right... you may be wrong." Loki slightly frowned, closing his hands around the box.

"No worries Brother, nothing to be ashamed of," Thor says with a small smirk. "Unless of course, Y/n chooses someone else." He said with a chuckle and walked away from Loki.

Loki slightly gritted his teeth, he did like anything about what Thor had just said, knowing that he would be competitive when it comes to Y/n and that's what he was afraid of.

Y/n POV:

After a long few hours of getting ready, Y/n finally looked at your reflection in the mirror. You had taken the whole morning to shower, pick out the perfect dress and figure out with your maids what to do with your hair.

A few hours later you finally settled down on a beautiful emerald green dress, you sat down in front of a small mirror while the maids figured out what to do with your hair. They decided to put your hair up in a low bun and put a few strains of flowers along it.

"What do you think?" Gina asked, walking up slowly behind you as you looked in the mirror.

"Oh! Gina, I think it's perfect!" you explain with a smile on your face. "I don't think I've ever looked so..."

"Beautiful?" A small voice came from the door of your room as someone walked in. "Oh wow." Frigga smiled as she walked over to you and Gina.

"I couldn't have done it with Gina's help," Y/n said, giving Gina a warm hug in thanks.

"Your work here has served you well Gina." Frigga smiled, "If I may have a word with Y/n before we head to the party?" she asked, looking towards Gina.

"Of course, ma'am," Gina replied with a smile. She gave a small bow and quietly grabbed the things she had brought with her and left the room.

"Is there something wrong?" Y/n asks with a little concern in her voice.

"No, nothing at all." Frigga says, "I just wanted to check up on you, and see how you were feeling." She says standing up and moving to the other side of Y/n looking at their reflection in the mirror.

"To be honest, I do feel a little nervous." Y/n says, "But I think everything will work out fine." you say with a smile.

Frigga smiles, "Everyone is always nervous going to parties like these, especially if it's meant for you." she says, slightly squeezing your shoulder. "Have you decided who you're going to dance with yet?" She asked, curious.

"I have to pick someone to dance with?" You asked. You knew there would be dancing but you didn't think you'd have to choose. "I-I don't know... I didn't really think about it," you said looking at Frigga.

Based on your feelings you knew you wanted to dance with Loki... but you also knew that there was a chance that Thor would also ask you to dance. You really didn't know how to feel or what would happen.

Frigga moved and walked over to the door. "No worries, let's not worry about that at the moment," she says with a smile.

Y/n looked in the mirror again and smiled. "Whatever happens will happen. It's time for a little fun." You said walking over and linking arms with Frigga, who smiled at you.

Y/n felt proud as you and Frigga made your way down to the Hall.

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