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Bby!Q: How does a baby grow in a mummy’s tummy if she doesn’t eat it, first?

okay real talk here you are probably (just kidding --- definitely) one of my favourite Loki blogs that I have seen in my time here in the Marvel fandom. While I haven't had the chance yet --- emphasis on the yet, casual hint hint -- to thread with you, I unashamedly read your threads from time to time and oh wow, your writing style is absolutely lovely. You capture your character perfectly, from depicting his mannerism to his speech, giving your portrayal and interpretation of Loki a fantastically realistic and believable edge. so, like, kudos for that

{ ☓☓ — ➶ ; }     Wretchedness and wonder is what he instills upon sight, the flourishing image that heckles beneath her eyelids never ceasing in it's humorous torment. To think of him is mischief in itself, a trickery of the mind and so far a pledge and purpose towards the deity himself and she refuses to have any of it. Nor the wry grin to cast upon his pale visage would harken so to her noble and warrior-born heart. Yet respect pay themselves, a higher ascent than her own and some common ground do they both tread in the worrisome nature of humanity. Reviled among man for their sins, whatever cause or destiny already lay spread before they even touch it, they are blamed for the death and mishaps that befall all who reside in Midgard.

     Trickery or demise. Neither the same but still both harbingers in their own right.  

     Clasping the heavy paladin helm of battle-maiden's wear, she shows her crown of silver tresses, milky hue of stardust and valor to shine as she bows ever so slightly.  Her words grit themselves not between her teeth, instead her voice proudly booms with a timbre worthy of a valkyrie's nature but she does bow her neck back into place, instead her chin tilts upward to glance at him, drinking in the devilish sight that so strikes a sense of horror into some and pride to others.