His Majesty, King Thor of Asgard and His Royal Highness, the Lord Advisor, Prince Loki of Asgard
Loki’s eyes venture down to her mouth and back up again. Some days it’s easier to resist this than others. “I merely said your sparring is improved. Not that you disarmed me.”
“Loki,” Sif says. “Are you ever going to kiss me?”
His lips part in surprise. And then he smiles, realizing she’s disarmed him after all.
(also I kind of love the random vest thing I designed here for Loki, lol)
some believe that before the universe, there was nothing. they’re wrong. there was darkness… and it has survived.
Mayhem commences in 5…4…3…
And the way he moves his dagger to his right hand…
Okay. I need help.
But look at his eyes. They way he calculates, almost instantly, the movements he’s gonna need, the timing, everything. He’s amazing with strategy, an astounding tactician, always seeing seven steps ahead. We know that, from the lovely analyses that have popped up on this site.
He counts the Dark Elves, maps out their possible movements, and switches his dagger to his right hand. Because he knows.
And it’s sexy as fuck.
sif week, day seven: free-for-all
a showcase in snark starring the lady sif
"I don’t think you understand what you’ve started, letting The Avengers loose on this world. They’re dangerous.”― “They surely are. And the whole world knows it. Every world knows it.”