#lokidottir

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 "You two have the potential to combine forces. Don't let your silly rivalry get in the way of true greatness. Take it from someone who's lived centuries."

part of the astrid lokidottir/perseus lokison series! warnings: none a/n: please give me feedback :)

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"That ends our lesson on 'Duo Magic'. For homework, I wish to see a five-hundred-word essay on the types of magic that can be duo-ed and also a brief summary of what we have covered in class today," Perseus stated before tapping the board with his staff. Immediately, the letterings melted away to reveal the emptiness of the board, as clean as if no one had touched it.

The quietness of the classroom was engulfed by the busy chattering and laughter of the students. Groans from exhausted students went unheard; many considered this class to be half-heaven, half-hell. It had been a long, information-filled lesson today, not that any of his lessons weren't like that. Perseus flicked his wrist and his classroom cleaned itself, grumbling under his breath as he spotted leftover stationery, forgotten by careless teenage mortals. His wintery magic danced around the classroom; the chilly breeze lifted the dust and flicked it into the trash can. Chairs were automatically dragged in, gently clicking against the table when the woods met. His beloved classroom was clean once more.

Slow, but steady footsteps echoed against the ice-covered floors. Perseus watched with an indescribable look in his eyes as two interesting, yet starkly contrasting students exchange a look before heading his way. The god hummed as he pressed a hand under his chin before staring into two pairs of eyes - one covered with a guarded wall around his soul while the other had eyes of steel that hid the lonely soul.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Rosehearts and Mr. Ashengrotto?"

✧༺♥༻∞

Riddle fiddled with his fingers as Professor Lokison stared at him. There was something unnerving about his gaze - as if he was able to see further into his eyes and then scan his own soul.

"Professor Lokison," Riddle began. "I feel...weird recently."

The professor hummed as he leaned against his desk, gesturing for him to continue.

"Ever since you began teaching 'Duo Magic' for the past week, my fire-oriented spells have been acting...peculiar," Riddle closed his eyes. Within his soul, he felt the flames flicker and cackle, even more than usual with Azul Ashengrotto by his side. It urged him to work together with the sly businessman, although Riddle had absolutely zero intentions of getting closer and working together with him. "Around Azul, they seem to...be alive. They perk up whenever I'm around him."

Riddle's eyes widened as a sudden thought came to him that he never pondered upon.

"Don't tell me that I'm in love with him!"

Azul whirled around with an equally panicked look on his face. Riddle's statement seemed to make sense, well in his opinion.

"According to studies, a fluttery feeling means that you are in love!" Riddle heard Azul gasped and grasped the edges of the table. Pleadingly staring into Professor Lokison's eyes, the silver-haired student begged out: "Professor, tell me it isn't true."

Professor Lokison was silent before a strange noise came out of his mouth. He faced the side, hands raising to block his mouth as Riddle realized - he was chuckling.

Why?? Can't you see Riddle is in distress?!

"Mr. Rosehearts, Mr. Ashengrotto," their professor chuckled. Strangely, Riddle could sense that their usually-glacial teacher was much more warmer right now. He folded his fingers over each other, facing them with a miniscule smile on his lips. "Rest assured, you two are not in love. Although..."

A mischievous glint could be seen in their professor's eyes. "Might there be something you haven't shared?"

"Of course not!"

"Never!"

The two students spat out, eyeing the other with hidden malice. Riddle's fingers tightened around each other before their professor spoke again.

"How curious...you say your flames feel more alive and potent, Mr. Rosehearts?" He hummed, tapping his fingers against the desk. His eyes, seeming more like shards of ice, faced Azul. "And I presume your water-based spells have a similar reaction, Mr. Ashengrotto?"

Azul nodded.

"It's like whenever I cast them, they feel more powerful," The silvernette explained. "Around Riddle, they tug at me to...be together with him?"

Riddle felt a grimace take over his mouth. Does the self-proclaimed, sly businessman not have any other words instead of 'be together'??

Professor Lokison coughed, successfully gaining their attention once more. He leaped off the table before reaching for his staff.

"If the two of you would stand behind me," He spoke before lifting his staff. Riddle and Azul's eyes widened before doing as told, exchanging hidden glares as they were forced to "huddle" together behind their teacher. Riddle felt himself get colder the more he was closer to Professor Lokison; a strange chill enveloped his body. Goosebumps raised across his skin.

Professor Lokison stabbed his staff into the ground and with gasps, Riddle watched as the entire classroom transformed into a clear space; the walls were covered in a frosty layer of ice while the floors remained their glacial appearance. There was no desk or chair in sight, it was as if they had melted away.

"This is..." Azul breathed out. "extraordinary."

Riddle saw their teacher smirk before he leaned his staff against the table. He snapped his fingers before two dummies appeared, roughly a few meters away.

"I'd like you two to cast your strongest respective elemental spells and observe what would happen," Professor Lokison lectured.

Taking a deep breath in, Riddle and Azul simultaneously cast the greatest spell in their inventory. Roaring, scarlet flames escaped from Riddle's ruby pen while ocean waves crashed out from Azul's lavender pen. They collided in mid-dance, swirling around each other like a dance. Steam hissed as the flames and waves approached one another and the room suddenly felt more humid.

"My word..." Azul breathed out, hands slack against his sides. Riddle echoed his shock and sentiment. In all his years, he has never seen such a thing...it was awe-inspiring.

Clapping brought them out of their awe-induced stupor. They snapped their head to their professor and to add to their shock, he was smiling.

"This was beyond my expectations," Professor Lokison gave them a smile. "Mr. Rosehearts, Mr. Ashengrotto, you have unlocked a rare spell technique - duo magic."

"Duo-Magic?" Riddle mumbled. "Like what you have been teaching us?"

Their professor nodded. "It seems as if your powers have grown to a point that they are able to not only be casted, but pull on the other person's magic to enhance their strength. With this technique, the amount of magic strain on your body is lessened, as well as the amount of blot accumilated will decrease."

"But I would have to work with...him," Azul turned to Riddle. The ruby-haired student could see an eye twitching but he hid it well with an emotionless face. Riddle, too, scowled, crossing his arms and let out a little huff.

Professor Lokison frowned.

"You two have the potential to combine forces. Don't let your silly rivalry get in the way of true greatness. Take it from someone who's lived centuries."

Riddle tightened his grasp on his pen, making up his mind.

"Azul," He forced out. Holding up an arm, a part of him laughed at the shocked look in Azul's eyes. "I will put away any hatred and malice feelings I have towards you. And I assure you, I will do my best to peacefully work with you so we can grow our potential."

A business-like smile grew on Azul's face before he shook Riddle's hand. His grip was strong, Riddle thought.

"It's a deal, Riddle," Azul smirked.

Professor Lokison let out a loud laugh. For some reason, these two youngsters reminded him so much of Loki's and Thor's rivalry, and that thought made him feel more at home in this strange world.

"Can I expect you two to meet me in my classroom every Monday for practice?"

"Of course!" They chorused before glaring at each other from the side.

sneak peaks into their lessons!

azul: FOR SEVEN'S SAKE

azul: JUST CAST THE DAMN SPELL ALREADY!!

riddle: WELL, I WOULD BE CASTING ALREADY IF YOU HAD ELIMINATED OUR ENEMIES LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD

riddle: FIVE MINUTES AGO!!

professor lokison: *sips tea*

professor lokison:

professor lokison: was the students of night raven always this lively?

azul: RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS-

I was having a hard time sleeping last night! I started to pray. I felt my beloved patron goddess Hel near by. She has and always will bring me comfort in times of stress!

A short prayer to Hel "Hel wrap me in the grace of Your shadow"

A longer prayer to Hel ( I didn't write this myself. I found it online awhile ago & copied it into my prayer book so if you know who wrote it please let me know so I can give credit!)

Great Hel. Giant Death. Ever so serene. The purity of absence. How You keep each realm clean.

Great Hel. Morbid Queen. Peace exemplified in your visage. Beauty, both of life and what has died.

Great Hel. Lokidottir. To you I would crawl. With each year passed, I travel ever closer to your hall."

• Family Lokison Lokidottir Lewis.

▪Danielle Lokidottir Lewis.

▪Loki Laufeyson.

▪Darcy Lewis.

A/N: This part is a bit short and rough around the edges compared to the last two parts, but Part 4 will be better! Stay tuned! If you wanted to be added to my taglist, just ask!!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Summary: When Loki and the Reader confront Odin about their predicament, how will he react? 

(Part 1) (Part 2)

As you made your way through the city, all eyes were turned on you and “Thor”, and you knew it was time to start acting. You held your head high and your physique changed, as did Loki’s. The way his arm tightened around your waist indicated how nervous he was, but you silently comforted him by placing your hand on his.

As you leaned back, he leaned in, knowing you wanted to say something. “Remember to smile.” You whispered, then smiled at the crowds of people gathering closer to the streets as an example. Without hesitation, he plastered the typical cheesy Thor smile on his face and waved confidently at his people.

When you finally reached the gate of the castle, the guards out front stood their ground. The huge golden gates to the castle were guarded by two absolutely huge men in heavy-looking armor. They had to be at least 10 feet tall. The two men had their spears crossed in front of the gate in stereotypical movie fashion and were as still as statues.

With confusion settling on the illusions face, he asked “Is there a problem?”

One guard spoke up. “The King gave us orders to not let peasants in.” He said, gesturing his head towards you.

“I am not a peasant!” You barked.

The other guard looked at you up and down. “Then why are you dressed like that?”

You looked down at the comfortable leggings and long shirt that you were wearing and rolled your eyes.

Loki interjected. “She is with me. I must speak with my father as matters are urgent.”

A/N: At long last, it is here. If I missed you or you would like to be tagged just let me know. 

Warnings: None that I can think of, but let me know if there is any.

Due to Tumbler's new policy, my Masterlist can be found in my bio. Normally it would be linked in each post, but posts with links no longer show up in search results.

Pairing: Coming soon: Peter Parker x Lokidottir!reader!

   Sunlight hit my face as I turned over in bed. My mind traveled back to yesterday, when me and my dad made up. Realizing I wasn’t on the couch where I had fallen asleep I jolted up with a start. My surroundings were familiar and I soon realized I was in my room.

“How’d I get back here?” I asked the seemingly-empty room.

“I thought you’d like to sleep in your own bed. I carried you here while you were asleep.” My once tired brain riddled itself with adrenaline as I faced the speaker.

 My father sat in a chair with a book in his hands, smiling at him I said,“Thank You.”

 Now awake I was ready to start my day. I got out of bed and went to my closet, pulling out a black mini-skirt and a skull tank-top I entered the bathroom. Once dressed I applied my usual green eyeshadow and drew on a dramatic wing. Satisfied with that part of my face I moved on to my lips, filling them in with a black matte liquid lipstick. Looking and feeling like a million bucks I exited the bathroom. I found Loki still sitting in the chair, engrossed in his book one again.

Clearing my throat I got his attention, “What do you think?”

“You look amazing, are you ready for your first day of high school?” I was glad my dad liked it, even if I forgot that it was the first day of school for me.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I answered as we both exited the room and headed down to the kitchen.

The kitchen was chaos as we entered it. Sam and Bucky were arguing as Steve was attempting to make pancakes. Tony and Clint looked half asleep as they sat and drank their coffee, Clint literally out of the pot. Deciding that it would be better to get to school early I grabbed a bagel and a cup of coffee to go. Then me and my dad exited the chaos of the compound.

The ride to school was filled with comfortable silence. Both of us were simply enjoying each others company without the need for chatter. It wasn’t long before the gates of Midtown School of Science and Technology came into view. With a wave to my dad I left the car and approached the building.

Entering the front door I searched for the office. I must have looked lost because it wasn’t long before a student pointed me in the right direction. Thankful for the help I was able to find the office and get my new student packet. Looks like my first block was Science, oh look, I have a student guide. Looks like their name is Peter Parker. Wait. I know that name. That’s the guy I met yesterday. Spiderman.

“Hi, I’m your student gui… Y/N?! What are you doing here?” Just as I put the pieces together none other than Peter Parker walked through the doors of the office where I was told to wait.

“I go to school here now, I just transferred. Tony said this would be a good school for me.” I answered his questions with honesty, it would be nice having a familiar face at school.

“That’s awesome! Principal Morita said you have all the same classes as me, so that means we have science in… 5 minutes.” Peter rambled on like he would die if he didn’t keep speaking.

“Then let’s get going.” We walked through the halls in silence, as we didn’t know what to say.

I had just entered the class when the teacher announced that they were going to have a new student. “Say, here she is now. Can you tell the class your name?”

“Y/N L/N.” I responded as I found an empty seat next to a girl with bushy hair.

“I’m MJ.” The girl next to me introduced herself.

“You already know my name so no use saying it again.” I said with a slightly snarky attitude that MJ seemed to like.

The rest of the morning passed without a problem. The teachers all had me say my name, but that was a minor inconvenience. It was the last class of the day, gym. I don’t particularly hate gym, but it’s not my favorite.

“Alright, Students. Today we’re going to be playing a timeless P.E. classic. Dodgeball. Everyone go grab a jersey and line up the balls on the center-line. We start on my whistle.” The students rushed to do as they were told, and soon we were all ready to go.

The game passed in blurs of balls and dodging. I had managed to get a few people out, although I mostly tried to get Peter out, but his reflexes were just too good. Until he got distracted, then I managed to hit him straight in the chest. Just as he was about to get in the out area the bell rang, signifying the end of school. I walked beside Peter to get to our lockers, as they were right next to each other.

After we had changed out of our sweaty gym clothes and grabbed the books we needed we headed out the doors of school. We were greeted with the sight of an Audi parked on the sidewalk. I recognized the car as the one I had arrived in and began to walk towards it.

“Parker, you coming?” I called over my shoulder.

“Yeah.” He stuttered as he caught up to me.

“Hey honey, Parker.” Getting in the backseat we noticed Loki was sitting in the passenger seat in the front.

“Hey dad. How was your day?” I asked with no hesitation, I didn’t care if Parker knew we were related anyway.

“Dad?! You’re Loki’s daughter!?” Peter asked with eyes the size of dinner plates.

“Yeah, that a problem?” I questioned.

“No, that’s awesome. My friend’s dad is a god. That makes you a goddess!” Peter was cute when he fanboyed, even if it was over my father.

“We’re friends?!” I teased him.

“Yeah, right? I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s fine.” Poor Peter was stuttering so bad at this point I almost felt bad.

“Relax, I was just teasing you.”

The rest of the ride back to the compound was full of meaningless small talk and meme references. Talking to Peter became easier with every passing minute and time seemed to fly at the speed of sound. Before either of us knew it we were at the compound.

Exiting the car we both headed straight to the kitchen for an afternoon snack. Luckily, it appeared that someone had cleaned it up since this morning. Seeing as there was no visible puddles of pancake batter. Still talking we raided the snack cabinets and headed towards the living room. However, to our disappointment it was occupied.

We turned to exit the living room as the voice of Tony Stark rang out. “Nice to see you two getting along. Wanna come play some video games?”

Mine and Peter’s eyes met as we both cried out, “Last one there’s a rotten egg!”

I ended up beating him and calling controller one. To our surprise they were playing Wii Sports. It was quite a sight to see the god of Thunder playing wii bowling. But unfortunately that sight didn’t last. As Thor had forgotten the wrist strap and sent it flying straight into the television. After that we all decided that maybe we should be done with the wii for the night. So we all headed to the kitchen and Steve ended up making burgers.

Having seen Steve’s pitiful attempt at pancakes this morning my hopes weren’t high for the burgers. But apparently nothing is more patriotic than burgers, as The Man with The Plan proved.

After everyone had eaten we all decided that it was too early to call it a night. So we met in the living room with board games. Board games seemed to be a smart idea after the wii fiasco.

However, after getting halfway through a game of monopoly, that did not appear to be the case. Tony had left long ago after being stopped from using real money after going bankrupt. Bruce had opted out in fear of the hulk. Which was probably really smart, as Natasha was currently sharpening her knives viciously. Steve was crying in the corner and Clint and Thor were fighting over railroads. Loki was muttering about “mortal games”, and Bucky and Sam were battling it out in the training room.

“I feel incredibly mature right now. Wanna go find some fruit roll ups and watch Star Wars while we study?” Peter asked as he finished putting the game away.

“That sounds like a plan. Meet you in my room in 20.” I replied as I walked towards the kitchen to find fruit roll ups and soda.

An hour into the study session we ended up having a full blown karaoke war. So far it was tied 1-1, with Clint as the Judge. This was the last chance to win, and I wasn’t going out on a low note. So naturally, I decided to go with one of my personal favorites, Young Blood by Bea Miller.

I blew every note out of the park and poured my heart out into the song. At the end it was clear that I was the winner. But, unfortunately we still had homework. So the rest of the night was spent studying until we both drifted off. Both of our noses buried in books, and various pens scattered across the bed we camped out on.

Early in the morning the light on in Y/N’s room intrigued Loki, and he went to investigate. He knocked, and hearing no answer he entered. Looking around he took in the sight of studying materials and the two teens passed out on top of the covers. Both still in their clothes from yesterday. He smiled at the sight and left the two teens as he wandered his way to the kitchen for tea and then to the library.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋 "I don't often do favors for free, Divus. You ought to know as such. But romancing and tricking someone? That should be fun for the goddess of mischief..."

part of the astrid lokidottir/perseus lokison series! warnings: - it does get a bit! heated towards the end, but nothing scandalous a/n: - the banner belongs to me, but the pictures is from the official manga! please do not steal! - yes, divus crewel is a confirmed love interest! bro when i first saw him, i was like "TWST TEACHERS ARE SO HOT LIKE WHAT???" if he asked me to jump off a cliff, i'll happily do it with a grin - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

Let's set the scene.

A rare moment indeed, to see Night Raven College's professor of Magic Arts in his- no, her true form. Ebony black hair with stripes of emerald was neatly tied in a low ponytail, stray bits hanging in front of her eyes, and her navy blue eyes glimmered even underneath the lowly-lit lamp. Delicate fingers flipped the pages of her book as her other hand was used to write down notes to plan for her next class.

This is the scene that Divus Crewel walks to see. Astrid Lokidottir, planning diligently for her next lessons, in the living room shared by all teachers in Night Raven College. His maroon gloves suddenly feel very hot and sweat trickles down his face upon approaching the goddess. Just as he was within a meter's range, Astrid shut the book close and snapped her head up to meet Divus's grey-silver eyes. He stumbled slightly but regained his posture.

"What do you require from me? Speak."

Divus coughs before handing her an elegant invitation; Astrid took it gracefully. Upon opening it, her eyes scanned it quickly; her face was emotionless and bare of revealing her true feelings. Divus quickly explained.

"Would you mind being my plus-one? I need to get some unwanted fangirls off my back," he spoke, settling for the seat next to her love couch. When she finished, Astrid slid the invitation across the coffee table before picking up her notes and book.

"Denied."

His eyes widened. "Why not?"

Astrid tapped the invitation with a well-manicured finger. "Too much effort. It also falls on a school day."

"It's only the evening until late at night," Divus argued. "It wouldn't affect you at all! You only need to hang near me so the annoying women wouldn't harass me. That's all."

She stared back at him. "My answer is no, Divus."

Divus politely leaped from his seat and half-kneeled next to the goddess. His hands found hers, silently imploring her to do so.

"Please, Astrid. As a favor," even though her frigid face didn't as much twitch, Divus continued. "You get to trick hundreds of important people! You get to have your mischief and cause slight mayhem in the politics of Twisted Wonderland..."

He trailed off. Astrid, for one, had put down her items and was staring into his eyes. She crossed her legs, a hand under her chin while the other was still in his gloved hands. A devious smirk climbed onto her lips, looking right at home upon those pale Cupid's bow.

"I don't often do favors for free, Divus. You ought to know as such. But romancing and tricking someone? That should be fun for the goddess of mischief..."

_____________________Later that evening________________________

Divus, heart eyes: You look magnificent...

Astrid: This? This is the bare minimum. Mortals wouldn't stand a chance when they feast their eyes upon my true beauty.

Divus: Well then, shall we get going? Your chariot awaits, my goddess.

Astrid double-checks the masquerade ball mask on her face one last time before nodding. Divus takes her arm and leads her away, unknowingly giving the NRC students more to gossip about.

Ace: Holy shit- Professor Crewel can actually be nice to someone??

Deuce: Ace, we shouldn't be here! We should be feeding the flamingoes!

Divus and Astrid have arrived and just entered the ballroom. It is magnificent, almost being able to rival Asgard's ballrooms with the amount of luxurious decorations and atmosphere.

Woman #1: Sevens- who is that next to my Divus??

Woman #2, fluttering eyes: Divus is so hot today.

Astrid, rolling her eyes: So this is what you put up with every other year? I truly feel sorry for you.

Divus, tightening his arm around her waist: Yeah...but luckily I have you this year.

Astrid: I'm not going to be here forever you know...I have somewhere else to be. My true home.

Divus: I know.

Divus, leaning in to whisper into her ear: But I'll make the most out of it.

Crowley: Divus! Is that you with Ms. Lokidottir? I never thought I'd see the day!

Divus: Yes...and who might you be with this year, Dire?

Crowley: Single, my friend! Single and not yet ready to mingle, as the youngsters say.

Astrid: Pft- Of course, headmaster, of course.

Crowley, leans in: My dear, blink twice if you ever need me to replace Divus. He can be a bit...too much to handle when drunk.

Divus: Dire!

Astrid: I'll take you up on that offer if needed.

Divus: Astrid!

Lo and behold, he's drunk. Hammered. Barely functioning.

Despite the stares and glares, Divus is slumped against Astrid, babbling aimlessly whatever thought first appears in his head.

Divus, cuddling her: A-Astrid...you look ngh beautiful....

Astrid, poker faced: I know that Divus.

Divus,pressing his head in the crook of her exposed collarbone: You smell hic! so nice t-too...

Astrid: I know that Divus.

Divus, pressing an opened mouth kisses: Then, do y-you know that I a-admire you, ngh Astrid? That I-I want to court you?

Astrid, sighing: Divus, you're drunk.

Divus: N-no, I'm not!

The next day, Divus arises from his slumber, his head ringing and hurting as it if a bus crashed into him. He runs a hand through his messy black-white hair before stumbling out of bed. The moment he opens his door, he meets Astrid's eyes who look him up and down.

Astrid: Oh good, you're awake.

Divus: What happened- oh

Unfortunately, or fortunately for Divus, Astrid is wearing a loose t-shirt that exposes part of her collarbone. Her pale skin is littered with little reddish patches that look oddly like hickeys. Suddenly, Divus remembers everything from last night with clear details. How he was so drunk that he was all over Astrid if it weren't for Crowley enchanting a gentle sleep spell to prevent him from going further.

Noticing where he is looking, Astrid smirks.

Astrid: I see, so you regained your memories.

Divus: Astrid, I am so so sorry-

Astrid strides forward before slamming her hands on the wall above him. With a little magic, Astrid towers over Divus, looking down on him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Astrid: Why should you be sorry? If anything, you should have done more...

Divus:

Divus: