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Drunken One-night Stand // god-of-mischief-here-tada

god-of-mischief-here-tada

Loki tensed up once more when he realized whoever it was had woken up, his eyes slowly looked over and saw it was Iris, well now he wasn’t sure how he felt about this since Iris didn’t hold any ill feelings to him and nor did he to her but on the other hand, the avengers probably won’t be too happy with him either. “Morning Iris, my apologies if I disturbed you last fight and I suppose it good that you’re still alive since that wine was from Asgard but then again it wasn’t mead so you’re probably fine. I should probably use a spell to ensure you don’t get pregnant since your mortal things seem to fail easily.” He rubbed his hands over his face, this was real awkward “I can leave if you want and we can pretend this never happened” he didn’t wish to make her uncomfortable or ruin her life, he was nicer than most gave him credit for.

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“P-pregnant? No, no no no...” Iris stuttered. She sat up, then moaned as the throbbing in her head increased exponentially. Pressing a hand against her forehead, she leaned back into the headboard and closed her eyes. “Oh my god...I can’t believe I did that.” Realizing too late how rude that might sound to the man, Iris opened her eyes and looked at him, slightly panicking as she tried to backstep her phrasing. “I mean...not that it was bad, it wasn’t...you were amazing...I just - I kinda work for you, the Avengers and all...we shouldn’t have done that - but like, I don’t mean because it was you, I just mean, in general...” Iris sighed and stopped talking for a moment. She had to collect her thoughts. Insulting a mythical god was not the right move, but as a person he wasn’t a bad guy either - not anymore, at least it seemed. Iris pursed her lips and considered wording before she said, “I don’t regret it. It just wasn’t...the professional thing to do. I’m sorry if you...if you regret your actions. I understand.”

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Open Marvel Starter

“That was INCREDIBLE! – YOU were incredible! … What’s wrong?”

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In Search of

A Loki RP partner!

21+ okay with NSFW, dom!Loki preferred

Asgard location with Prince Loki & Lady Iris, canon or non

Earth location with Loki & Iris, canon or non

I’m really open, I just would love a Loki RP partner! I’m also open to Captain America (Steve Rogers).

please message me if you are interested!

I can do paras, multi-paras, or chat!

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iwasthedogtheytriedtobeat

“You wished to see me?” Loki asked, “Is there something wrong?”

iriscarlier

Iris turned at the familiar voice, then waved a hand at her handmaiden. The woman curtsied and muttered, “Lady Iris,” and moved to the doorway from which Loki had just entered. She bowed her head at him, “Prince Loki,” as she exited the room and closed the door behind her. The room was filled with silence and incense, until it echoed with soft steps as Iris walked slowly towards the mischievous god of Asgard. “I received a message today that Odin refused my father’s offer of my hand to Thor.” She looked up at him, her brown eyes searching his face for the answer she knew he might not tell her. “Did you have something to do with that?”

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freedomandpuppies

open;

“I still don’t understand why Stark needs a movie theater in his tower..”

iriscarlier

Iris giggled even before the joke had left her lips, “so you could catch up on all the pop culture you missed while being an icicle. Now pass the popcorn...you...popcorn hog.”

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jotun-trickster

...Fear...

(Open Starter)

Cold and damp and dismal. Loki sat loathing the world outside. How many times had he come here to sit far, a mere 30 feet from the sacred river of death. Gjöll. From his position, shrouded in the brush and trees he could watch the water run under the bridge, Gjallarbrú. How many times had he come there to think, to ponder._ To drown out the voices. _

He was nothing, and would only ever be nothing. To his father, who wasn’t even his real father, to his mother… To Thor… He stood up with a growl, spinning off his heel to find his secret entrance to which he could return to a less, dark and foreboding place. Trailing through the forest, he started to calm down a bit. But he may have thought so too soon. He’d fallen through the void beneath the Bifrost. Tortured and manipulated by a giant, vengeful grape. Cast back to Asgard after his war crimes against Midgard. His mother murdered, and Odin dead. Asgard in ruins, Thor lost his Hammer and his eye. Now here he was, after having feigned another death. Right when he thought he was doing better.. Scoffing, _and by the hands of Thanos… _He’d be lying if he said, _he never feared the creature. He was fear, fear to him. The things he did, the burns he left. _The trickster stopped and looked up toward those overcast, greenish skies. Maybe they could tell him there was still hope?

iriscarlier

“Loki?”

Iris lowered herself to the ground from her horse, her purple robes fluttering around her, to fall against in perfect drapery. When Asgard was threatened, her parents had sent her to the edge of the worlds to keep her safe. They would come back for her when she could come home...but no one had come. Just faces she recognizing floating along the river. Dreams, and nightmares, and unknowing had become her reality. But here now was a man she recognized, a boy in her memories, a scorned prince...standing by the river’s edge instead of floating within it. She hesitantly walked towards him, her arm outstretched, shaking slightly...”Loki?”

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god-of-mischief-here-tada

Open rp -Drunken One night stand

Loki had gotten completely drunk on some Asgardian wine that he had stored away about a couple hundred years ago. He didn’t remember what happened next but when he woke up, he was in someone else’s bed……with someone. He sat up and froze when he realized this and that he had a killer headache, he used his seidr to fix that so he could think properly.

Once he could, he realized that he should probably get out of here before whoever it was, wakes up because it could go quite badly determining who it was in the bed with him. He didn’t know many people here in Midgard after Odin had banished him here after the New York incident, one of the conditions where to help clean up the city so his seidr was limited by the ruins on the bracelets that he wore that couldn’t be removed except by Odin or someone of Odin’s blood such as Thor.

He had done what he was told before disappearing because he wished to be alone and he wasn’t that well liked with the avengers so he gave them the slip when the warrior 3 came down to visit Thor and the Avengers. He didn’t bother to tell anyone the truth about the invasion……since he thought he probably deserved it and nobody would believe him anyway, Odin had said he was either lying or that he allowed it to happen.

iriscarlier

Iris was dreaming…or was she just remembering the night before? She’d been watching some late night rerun on TV, curled up on her couch, when knocking came at the door to her apartment. It startled her, because she hadn’t buzzed anyone in to the building. After turning the television to mute, Iris walked hesitantly to the door and looked through the peephole. Her eyes widened in shock. Loki...the Loki of Asgard...was standing outside her door.

As Mr. Stark’s office assistant in Stark Tower, Iris was basically paper fetcher and coffee maker for all of the Avengers. And that was pretty much her entire job, so she was around when Loki arrived. Although most of the staff were afraid and avoided him, including the Avengers, though she doubted there was fear for them, just dislike…Iris had tried her best to be friendly. She’d have to work near him, so it was always better for people to like you, lest they make your daily job more difficult.

So they’d chatted on and off, politely, and Iris had once mentioned he should catch up on certain TV shows and pop culture of “Midgard”, as he called it. She’d offered to help and give suggestions, even slipping up that he could come “hang out”…and it seemed that he took her seriously. And tracked down her apartment…and broken in to the building…and was drunk. He was holding a strange-looking bottle and swayed ever so slightly.

Iris opened the door, but left the chain latched. “Hi…” she said through the crack in the door. Then, realizing she was being rude, and perhaps silly, she closed the door a little and undid the latch, opening it up all the way. “Loki…do you know what time it is?” He’d affirmed that he did, in fact, know the time…and then he was in her apartment. Iris, always up for avoiding confrontation, joined him on her couch. She’d accepted the very strong wine he offered her, and they watched some shows…with Loki complaining a bit, and herself explaining a few things. Apparently, she’d drunken more than she realized, or it was stronger than she was used to…because his lips were suddenly on her, and his hands, and then they were in the bedroom, and his skin was against hers. His touch felt like perfection. It was so warm, and her mind was so fuzzy. She remembered giggling against his smile, hearing his chuckle, and feeling…oh god, feeling him…

Iris opened her eyes. Her head was pounding, mouth dry and clammy at the same time. And then she stilled…she was not in the bed alone. Her dream…oh…fuck…Iris turned her head and looked up at the man sitting up in her bed. Loki of Asgard.

Guilty // OPEN LOKI STARTER

Sitting along the sidelines, Iris waited as Loki was escorted into the throne room of Asgard. Immediately she recognized his green suit, long black hair...piercing eyes. She couldn’t look away from him - she never could. But Loki didn’t notice her today. He was focussed on Odin, sitting at the front of the room. Iris felt pity fill her heart at the sight of her betrothed in chains, followed by armed guards, and soldiers at the ready. He didn’t deserve this. He couldn’t deserve this.

The people of Asgard, even the nobility, were kept mostly in the dark about “the crimes of Loki”, but there were whispers. There always were. The same happened when the prince Thor was banished and cast out of Asgard. But Loki had been at Odin’s side through everything since that moment. Iris didn’t understand...what could he have done?

Glancing at Frigga for a moment, standing beside the throne, Iris’ heart reached out to the Queen. The woman stepped forward, but Iris couldn’t make out the words between mother and son. She could only see the pain on Frigga’s face, and mentally reminded herself to offer grievances later. Frigga and her mother had always been close. It was Iris’ duty to be by at the Queen’s aid in this time, especially after...

Iris broke that train of thought. She didn’t want to think of those moments from her past. Her gaze returned to Loki. Watching him in chains broke her heart, hearing Odin refer to his son as “the prisoner”. Though she knew he wouldn’t want her pity. He was too sure of himself, too full of pride. It was his weakness. Even now, he laughed towards Odin, “I really don’t see what all the fuss is about.”

Odin spoke, his voice so serious. “Wherever you go there is war, ruin, and death.” Iris’ head shook ever so slightly. That wasn’t Loki, not...not her Loki. He was a prankster, yes, never taking anything too seriously...not even their relationship...but he wasn’t bad. But then Loki was speaking, about ruling Midgard as a god. That couldn’t be right...but here he was admitting it.

“All because Loki wanted a throne.”

Loki’s voice raised, “It is my birthright.”

And then Odin yelled, his voice thundering in the halls, “Your birthright...was to die!”

She was shaking, Iris realized. She couldn’t remember the last time her heart was beating this fast. It felt as though the court were watching an intimate moment between family that should have been behind closed doors. And all she wanted to do was run down there and stand beside him...to hold his hand as she used to. A memory flashed in her mind - she and Loki, running through the white fields, his smile...

She glanced back at Loki. He had been listening to Odin’s words, along with the rest of the hall, so she snapped back. And then he spoke, telling his father to “just swing it.” Iris gasped. No...Loki, stop. Her mind blanked out as fear swept through her.

Finally, Odin spoke his sentence. Life. In the dungeons. His own son? Iris felt herself stand, though she did not remember deciding to. A hand tugged on her arm, pulling her back to the plush seat. The guards were pulled Loki back using the chains, then grabbed him and escorted him away. Thor was to be king of Asgard following Odin. And Loki...was he truly lost to her forever.

Iris didn’t know how she kept the tears in, but she found herself standing once more as Loki was escorted from the hall. This time, no hands tried to pull her back. As the large doors shut, she turned and looked back at her King, at Odin. All he did was shake his head and then look away from her. Iris stepped down from the court seating. She heard whispered as she passed - undoubtedly murmurs of pity for her, Loki’s scorned betrothal...but she would not cry in front of them. Holding her head high, forcing the tears back to burn in her throat, Iris left the hall. She didn’t even know where she was going...

((this character and scene were in my head for a while. message to continue with me! I’m looking for an 18+ Loki partner))

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The Nightmare (Open Loki Starter)

Needing to sleep tonight, Iris poured the pills into her hand. Double would be fine - it wouldn’t hurt her. She just needed to sleep. The stress from her job was getting to her, and with the world falling apart, she just had to get a night of sleep finally. It had been days. Popping the pills into her mouth, Iris swallowed them down with a few gulps of water. Regret settled with them in her stomach, but she didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she hopped into bed and got under the covers. Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes and waited for sleep to overtake her. And it did, quickly and heavily, like a concrete sheet of darkness above her. Then suddenly, the darkness cracked, broke apart, and eyes above peered down at her. She was trapped in her bed, couldn’t even open her eyes, and yet she could see them - it was almost as though she was sensing them watching her. How much time had passed? Fear seized her body, but it was not what paralyzed her. It was the drugs, or magic - she couldn’t move. Iris screamed in her mind, “Help! Someone help me!”

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Morning Coffee - shapeshifterofmischief

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki smiles at her kindly. “Thank you, dear.” He just found her so intriguing. “I don’t want to get you in trouble with your boss though.” Loki kisses her hand gently. “Call me any time you want to talk.” He scribbles his phone number on a piece of paper.

Iris couldn’t believe that the man so vilified by news media was actually so charming and poised in person. Perhaps everyone, the entire world, was wrong about him. When he lifted her hand to his lips, her heart raced so hard she could hear it pounding her own ears - he must have heard it too. Iris took the paper from him, nodding, her eyes wide, lips parted, completely in awe of the god standing before her. “I...thank you.” Before he left, she quickly stammered out, much louder than she meant to, “I’m in room B12!”

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Loki shrugs. “Over a thousand years old. I don’t know the exact year though.”

“Holy shit...well, you don’t look it. You look amazing. I mean - you don’t look old, you look good - for your age, I mean...” Iris stammered off, blushing. “Oh my god.” She was a total and complete idiot.

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theadoptedprince

False

There were days when his mind felt almost as it was before, when he could think clearly, unhampered by the ghosts of memories, torture and terror. This was not one of those days. Propped against a wall, the scattered pages of a journal lay before him. Scrawled memories in a shaking, once beautiful handwriting, conflicting moments recorded in a few brief words. It was a game of sorts that he’d invented for himself, with the purpose of reaffirming the past he was only now coming to put into place. If he could get through it all and the words felt true, it eased his mind, if not… he’d start over. The ‘cards’ were worn from other attempts at this miserable game, yet the ease of choosing was slow coming.

Thor cast me into the void. and I tried to kill myself. were the first pair. Loki’s fingers shook as they touched against the paper. He knew which he’d chosen before, the same Thor attested was true, yet the false memory seemed just as real, the one that had been placed within his mind to stoke his anger like a flame and break him into obedience - Thor’s boot crushing his fingers, as he clung to the edge of the shattered Bifrost. Pleading, begging, as he slipped away into the darkness… False. False?

Footsteps. Loki hurriedly brushed the papers away and cast a weak illusion over their presence. Too slow, his visitor had the opportunity to catch a glimpse of them before he’d hidden them away.

iriscarlier

Iris gained her permission to visit Loki in the prisons of Asgard, although it tugged at her heart - the thought of seeing him behind glass, caged...a prisoner. Perhaps he deserved it for his crimes, perhaps it was his destiny, or perhaps he was a victim of his circumstances and upbringing. She wasn’t there to judge him...she just wanted to see him again. To let him know that she was there for him too, just like Frigga.

As she approached his cell, she saw papers strewn around, then disappear. It didn’t surprise her. Loki was always hiding things, and using his magic to do so. Still, he had few bridges left that weren’t aflame. She hoped he would open up to her, trust her, as he did before when they were younger and more innocent.

Iris raised a hand and gently touched the glass separating her from the god of mischief, then softly spoke his name. “Loki?”

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Morning Coffee - shapeshifterofmischief

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki sighs in relief that it wasn’t about how evil he is. “Yes, Thor and I are Gods, but we aren’t immortal. We live for 5100 years.” He takes a deep breath. “I can shapeshift, but not into anything. There are limitations.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously. This wasn’t something he’s used to. Someone genuinely interested in him. “I can copy myself and make illusions, that’s my specialty really. And I can summon knives at will.” Loki looks at her nervously. “Did…did you want to know anything else?”

Iris’ eyes widened as she listened, completely enthralled in the man’s abilities. “You can summon knives at will...that’s so cool. Wait, so like, how old are you?”

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Morning Coffee - shapeshifterofmischief

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki looks down. “What have you heard?”

“Your powers. You’re a God, so like...are you really immortal, like Thor? Is he immortal?” Iris pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “And they say you can shapeshift...into anything...and make copies of yourself. I mean, this is just what I’ve heard about you.” Iris smiled up at him nervously. “They say you have daggers hidden everywhere.”

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Morning Coffee - shapeshifterofmischief

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki smirks. “That can be arranged, if you aren’t busy later.” He is surprised how bold she is.

Iris almost dropped another cup, but was able to catch it in time. “You...really are the God of Mischief, aren’t you?” She laughed softly, setting the cup down on the counter, reminding herself not to pick up anything breakable while he was still in the room. “Is everything else they say about you true?”

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Loki chuckles. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, dear.” He leans against the wall. “Shouldn’t I let you get back to work then?”

Iris couldn’t help the smile that played on her lips after hearing Loki’s soft laugh. She raised an eyebrow towards him as he leaned against the wall. “Are you wanting a show....Sir?” She put extra emphasis on the last word of her question. Although acting confident, she was internally screaming, and her brain was wondering what the hell she was doing - flirting with a God? She must have been out of her mind, or maybe she tripped and hit her head against the counter, and this was all a blackout coma dream - yes, that was the most likely.

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Morning Coffee - shapeshifterofmischief

shapeshifterofmischief

Loki laughs. “I know, dear. Don’t worry.” He smiles for the first time in a long time.

“Well, that’s a relief. But I mean, I do more than coffee. I fetch things and file paperwork, and I take notes.” Iris stopped and thought about what she had just said. “I swear, it’s much more interesting than it sounds. But I live on site, so I’m here constantly, and it’s kinda like being roommates with all the Avengers, so that’s...cool.” Iris felt her awkwardness taking over her mouth, so she bit her lip to stop herself talking more.

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