A long time ago, there was a newborn prince cursed with a body made from ice. An old king passing by took pity on the prince and cast a spell to give him a body of flesh and blood. So long as the prince’s heart burned with fire, his body would be warm and he would never again return to ice.
One day, a great betrayal struck the prince. He learned a dark secret which made him doubt the love which kept him warm. His heart ran cold, and the prince’s body became ice once more.
Snow fell over the entire world, bringing a deep and unending winter. Rivers froze over, and oceans chilled. The entire surface of the planet turned white with ice and snow, and the prince’s body became the great glacier which encased the old kingdom he once lived in.
Many years later, a golden-haired boy was born. Though the world was still in winter, the snow around the boy melted, and plants grew along his feet. He was the herald of spring, there to banish the winter.
The world gathered together and pleaded for him to save them from the prince’s curse. The boy thus set off on a journey to the old kingdom, a trail of spring left behind him. Yet the closer he came to the frozen heart of the prince, the colder the boy felt. Even he could not withstand the freezing chill of the prince’s barren heart. The boy pressed on courageously. Eventually he stood before the heart of the prince, the blue core of ice at the center of the frozen kingdom.
The boy was told to destroy the prince’s heart to break the curse. He held in his hand a mighty hammer which would smash the ice to pieces, leaving the prince’s heart in shards. Yet the boy found that he could not bring himself to injure the prince’s heart. He found its deep blue color beautiful, and he stared into its depths. The boy looked into the prince’s heart, and what he saw was a sadness so profound that it made the boy weep.
The prince had only wanted to be loved. He loved others fiercely, but he had become so deeply afraid. He could not believe in the love of others. His heart closed, and because of that, he became ice.
The boy wished to save the prince, but he did not know what to do. He cried for the prince’s pain, his warm tears falling.
The boy became the companion to the prince’s heart. He journeyed to the prince often, speaking and sharing stories to the ice. He listened to the voiceless sorrow and shed tears for the pain that the prince had not been able to speak.
The boy’s tears were always warm. After many years, these warm tears formed cracks in the ice, and slowly but surely the glacier began to melt. The fire in the prince’s heart would once again rekindle, ignited by the love the boy gave so freely, and as the prince awoke with a body warmed by compassion, the long winter would finally come to an end.
(Twenty-fifth of my entries to my self-inflicted challenge, 100 Lifetimes.)
Jay blinked; he had just walked into the break room, and upon seeing his coworker staring down at her tablet screen while gripping her face in despair, he paused. “Uh. Something wrong, Liz?”
“It’s Houdini.”
“No,” Jay said, lighting up. “He got out? Again?”
“Look at this.” Liz snatched the tablet and held it up. “Look at this shit. We’ve got his enclosure watched from every angle. I begged my boss to approve the budget for a nanny cam so we could keep an eye on him. So tell me, how the fuck does a twenty-five foot python not only manage to break out of his enclosure, but also slither all the way from the Reptile House to the Safari Zone at the other ass-end of the zoo, without anyone catching him?”
“You can’t stop true love, Liz.” Jay grinned. Liz let out a groan.
“I just don’t get it. Why is Houdini so obsessed with a lion, of all things? Why can’t he just stay in his perfectly comfortable, temperature-controlled, and well-maintained enclosure, and get himself fat on a bunch of mice? Why?”
“Excuse you, Mr Sunshine is so much more than just a lion. He’s, like, 50% of the reason why anyone comes to our zoo.”
“He’s a fucking lion,” Liz yelled, waving an arm. “Who looks at a lion and thinks, ‘wow, he’s a really handsome lion’? Who the fuck comes to the zoo just to check out a lion?”
“The people who wouldn’t come to our reptile house anyway,” Jay said. “Except when they find out we’re the ones who keep taking Mr Sunshine’s snake boyfriend away from him. Did you know that there’s a petition to keep them together?”
“No,” Liz said, aghast. “How many signatures–?”
“Well, it got on tumblr,” Jay said, “and you know how that goes.” He pulled out his phone and started typing. “…Let’s see… looks like it’s at twenty-thousand signatures after… two days.”
“No,” Liz repeated. Jay flipped his phone around.
“Look.” He pointed at the header image on the petition. “They used that really cute one from, like, three weeks ago.”
The photo showed Mr Sunshine laying on the grass, golden mane shiny and fluffy in the sunlight, with Houdini’s long, unusually green body draped over his mass. They looked like they were cuddling. Houdini liked to rest his head in Mr Sunshine’s mane, and this photo had been taken at just the right moment where Mr Sunshine had started nuzzling Houdini. They looked like they were kissing, if a lion and a python could kiss.
“Oh my fucking god.” Liz groaned. “My boss is going to kill me,” she said, even as she took the phone out of Jay’s hand to add her signature to the list.
(Fifth of my entries to my self-inflicted challenge, 100 Lifetimes.)
Cue in Loki, a doctorate student, part time professor and full time academic nut who specializes in Nordic mythology. He shows up at the office almost arbitrarily, flouncing his way into Thor’s office, smelling distinctly of chai and cinnamon, in his heeled Chelsea boots (that still don’t make him taller than Thor).
They’re so different that it’s a wonder that they’re even related; where Thor is broad, Loki is lithe and streamlined, where Thor is straight and golden, Loki is curly and dark. They’re the oddest pair of brothers the staff has ever seen. But that’s the thing… they’re not brothers. Loki is Thor’s husband.
Thor has never been one to pay mind to gossip but Loki just loves how perverse the idea of it all is and makes Thor play out these scenes with him both when they’re the only two left in the office and in the confines of their home.
Bonus points (i.e. things to keep in mind but aren’t ENTIRELY necessary): They’re actually Norwegian and Thor was sent to man the American branch of the company (which would explain why nobody knows that Loki isn’t a “true” son of Odin because nobody has met old man Odin himself). They usually speak to each other in Norwegian or at least use Norwegian pet names that everyone just assumes translates into some variant of “brother” and not “my love”/“my darling”/“my heart”
Bonus points cont: Thor is at the most 4-6 years older than Loki and this plays a HUGE part in Loki’s fantasies and everyone else’s delusions because Thor is naturally super protective and nurturing which makes Loki come across as a shade younger than he actually is
au where loki is a stuck-up, pretentious author who moves to an old fixer-upper in the country to get “perspective” and hires thor to do some repairs. cue loki thirsting over him for weeks and thor purposely taking his shirt off at the right moments, and loki doing embarrassingly domestic things like making him lemonade. and he gets so frustrated because his novel is supposed to be a moody drama but it’s turning into a cheesy harlequin romance & very obviously channeling his thirst for the handyman. so, naturally, they fuck to get it out of loki’s system. but then it happens again, and again, and again, and three months down the road thor still hasn’t fixed the back deck.
Just a bunch of sketches I made when I was bored out of my mind
Thorki Angel/Demon AU? :)) I enjoy drawing Angel!Thor so much
ThehellamIdoingIshouldgoeatmybreakfast
Loki knew he was adopted since childhood, and that the throne wasn’t his.
On his 700th name day, Frigga entered his study and sat next to him. Holding his hands in hers, the Queen stated,
“You shall live in the shadows, in the shade of Thor’s greatness. However, he can only survive if you will it so.”
With Frigga’s guidance, Loki inherited Asgard’s spy network when he was 1000.
On the surface, the King’s brother is looked down upon as unimportant by many courtiers. He flirts and jokes in court, tells tales of his travels and converses with diplomats. He cannot lead the country like his brother, is not given military power and has little influence. Some call him a parasite in secret, mocking him for his reliance on royal favours.
In reality, Loki is second in power in the kingdom. He plants spies within and without the court, keeping track of any undercurrents of rebellion. Any assassination plots are crushed before the news can reach the court, to prevent giving the impression of an unstable rule. Loki also subtly spreads rumours in the nine realms that ultimately place Asgard at a favourable position in treaties and their negotiations.
His hands are stained with the blood of Thor’s enemies, a place to pay so as to uphold the King’s image as the benevolent ruler.
No one knows but Thor. No one shall appreciate his fidelity but Thor.
Every evening, the King’s brother visits his chamber for a game of chess. Unknown to most, the game involves the King pounding viciously into the Spymaster. Loki holds his brother captive in his arms, whispering into his ears the latest rumours and intelligence he has gathered. In return, Thor gives him brief instructions and desired outcomes, placing his absolute faith in Loki’s ability to carry them out. It is only in his chamber where Thor reveals his true ruthlessness as the monarch striving to maintain his power, and Loki bears witness to the absolute passion of his love.
Loki is Thor’s equal in bed, and the King allows no other to enter his heart.
To most, the King continues to shower his undeserving brother with royal favours and indulge his misgivings.
“The King is a fool”, his courtiers say.
Thor, however, is no fool and knows his brother deserve all the love he can give, and he shall make sure Loki is reminded of this every day.
Loki is the Philosopher King 