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I feel like this is written for a lokius fic lol! They are all on a video call and someone sends this message to Loki.
Loki is extremely offended.
Mobius is very confused.
PROMPT |LOKIUS ANGST →HEALING AU
During the fight at the Citadel at the End of Time, Sylvie says it.Not to win the argument - to hurt him.Something like:"He said you're his favourite. He didn't mean it.He meant me."She knows exactly where to aim.Loki doesn't even get the chance to respond before he's kicked through the time door. What follows is everything unraveling at once:- uncontrollable time-slipping-being thrown into alternate TVA's where Mobius doesn't exist, or worse, doesn't know him- the echo of that sentence replaying over and over in his head Of course I'm not his favourite. Why would I be?By the time Loki finally finds his Mobius again, something has shifted.He keeps his distance. Jokes fall flat. He stops reaching out first .Mobius notices. He always does. Sylvie's betrayal, Loki's lack of trust in himself, and the weight of being constantly replaceable all boil under the surface-until it finally explodes.
AU where the Loom is sustained another way because the angst demands a happy ending.
someone please write this
Loki, sighing: I don't think it's a good idea to tell Mobius that I'm in love with him. He probably doesn't return those feelings and it will make things awkward and I don't want that.
B-15 looks into the camera like she's on The Office.
B-15: I mean this with all the love and support in the world, Loki, but wtaf is wrong with you??
She proceeds to list ALL THE WAYS everyone has noticed that Mobius absolutely down bad for Loki.
Loki, blinking in shock: Well...when you put it like that...
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When the male lead and female lead make it to the end of the story without kissing
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Loki is very concerned about Midgardians. They just seem quite...well, he's not sure how to put it. But some of the things they do cannot be healthy.
Why do so many of them want to pet bears?
B E A R S.
And who said a tiger was adorable? A little sweet baby?? What the fuck??
And is Casey literally pack-bonding with a small, round robot vacuum cleaner? He keeps encouraging it like it understands him and Loki knows for a fact that it does NOT.
Half of these people want to adopt ferocious wild animals that absolutely will rip their faces off, and the other half are trying to bond with inanimate objects.
And Mobius is telling him this is NORMAL for Midgardians?
He begs Mobius to tell him he does not secretly harbor some kind of strange sexual or romantic attraction to jet skis.
He is momentarily relieved when Mobius says that he certainly does not. The relief blossoms into a bright blush when Mobius says that he does, however, have a rather vivid fantasy of wanting to be fucked while stretched out over a jet ski.
And he says it so casually, too, like that didn't just cause Loki's brain to short-circuit.
Meanwhile, Mobius is just going back to his paperwork while reminding everyone, as he is the team leader, that wild and exotic animals were not allowed as pets at the TVA.
There is apparently no rule about becoming emotionally attached to the cleaning robots, though, so Casey is allowed to carry on.
If this is his reaction to human s wanting to pet bears and tigers , imagine his reaction to the shit cis men say about periods and women in general
I may have a prompt like that floating around already. I have a vague memory of writing one. He would be confused and horrified.
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my favorite thing about navigating fanfiction is finding a really good one and being all “oh boy this was good, I hope they have more!” and literally every other story they’ve ever written was for like Miami Vice
the tag game on this post is so strong
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A funny thing that Teen Wolf missed out on.
Play.
Wolves play. Not just as cubs, though they do that too, but also as adults. They tug-of-war with bones and hides, they chase and wrestle, they play "fetch," even if they're by themselves. They get the zoomies and annoy each other for fun sometimes. They play with bones from kills and chew on them for enjoyment. They play chase with crows and ravens.
I think Scott gets most of his "play" through lacrosse, and he's not always so in touch with his wolf side, so maybe not.
But it would be funny as fuck if the Wonder Betas started acting up because of new urges. They see a flock of birds just chilling and feel the Absolute Urge to run at them. Not to catch them or anything, just for funsies. Derek, a former basketball player, will sometimes Kobe something at the garbage can, and the Betas immediately come halfway out of their seats because Alpha!! Threw a thing!! Wants to play!!!!
Derek, firmly: No. Leave it.
Betas: *frozen in place, half-standing*
Derek: It's trash. We've talked about this.
Betas: *slowly sit back down with sad eyes*
Also they start chewing on shit. Constantly. Growing new teeth is Weird, and it is so inexplicably Satisfying to do. They destroy at least an entire pack of pencils each and burst no fewer than four pens apiece before they learn how to resist the urge. Anytime they eat anything bone-in, they are cracking them bitches right open. Crab legs are also enjoyable, even if they can't eat the shells. Crunchy-crunch time.
Derek will never admit it, but the furniture in the Hale house had plenty of gnaw marks from the cubs, including himself.
It's a werewolf thing.
#teen wolf#teen wolf ideas#i need it#werewolves are scary and strong but also playful and goofy#and werewolves 100% get the zoomies#that's why derek and cora did so much exercise#channeling all that Zoom into push-ups because mom says they're too old to be chewing on the furniture#also wolves and corvids Vibe in the wild#and so much of stiles's behaviour can be translated as crow-like#which is why every werewolf he meets immediately goes “!!!! friend-shaped !!!” and starts fucking with him (X)
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Children do not go to Valhalla
I saw one of those "Valhalla does not discriminate against the type of battle you lost" posts go by my dash. I really want to say something but the notes are full of people grieving and saying how much comfort this re-interpretation gave them and I'm not that much of a bastard.
This story of the littlest cancer patient going to Valhalla is kind of upsetting but I struggle to articulate why. It's like Christianity wearing my faith like a costume.
I don't want to call it cultural appropriation because, you know, Norse Paganism/Heathenry/Ásatru is a reconstruction of a dead faith - a (more or less) historically-informed best guess based on scanty surviving evidence (much, if not all, of that Christianised). It's public domain mythology, reuse and remix as you like, etc, etc.
But...
Valhalla is not and has never been a place of rest and healing, and to say it is is to fundamentally misunderstand the mythology. Valhalla is where Odinn is building an army to fight the war at the end of the world. It is not a place for children or victims of domestic violence or cancer patients or anyone like that.
If you're drawn to Norse mythology, if you're grieving and you want to believe that your loved ones are in a better place, let me give you a different story.
It starts with a little girl, a child whom the gods deemed monstrous. Her name is Hela and she's the daughter of Loki, so she every right to claim a home in Ásgard. But, as I said, she was called monstrous for her appearance and her heritage and all but cast out. She was given her own realm, far away from the gods, and tasked with caring for the dead that Odinn (etc) have no use for.
The charge that the gods give this outcast child was considered shit-work. Un-honourable, if not actually dishonourable. An insult for a goddess.
But Hela took that duty with solemnity and made Helheim a home for her wards. It's not a hall full of warriors feasting and drinking and fighting. It's quiet; a rest at the end of a hard life. A place full of children and grandparents, mothers and fathers, farmers and shepherds. You and me.
Helheim, like its mistress, is misunderstood and maligned. When we, who have no place in war, die, Hela will accept us into her hall, care for us, and let us to rest, instead of demanding we keep fighting forever.
It's where most of us will go, and that is not a bad thing. There are no entry requirements. It's not heaven, it's not even The Good Place, it's the default - to be with our people, to be cared for and looked after, to be free from pain and struggle. Helheim is a place of acceptance, care, peace, and rest. It's not paradise, but I don't think it sounds that bad.
#death mention#heathenry#there are no children in valhalla#norse mythology#norse paganism#i think people often look at valhalla and helheim through a very christian lens#helheim is nothing like the christian hell#valhalla is nothing like the christian heaven#looking at norse mythology and expecting direct parallels with christianity is not accurate
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🔥Colors of Lokean Candles: Meaning Without Rules
One of the first questions people ask when setting up a devotional candle for Loki is:
“What color should it be?”
The honest answer, supported by both lore and lived practice, is that there is no single correct color for Loki. Candle colors in Lokean devotion function as language, not law. They express intention, mood, and moment — not hierarchy or obedience.
Loki is not a god of uniformity. Candle color is less about pleasing him and more about clarifying your own focus.
Red is the most commonly used color in Lokean candles. It reflects fire, vitality, passion, and the kind of momentum that breaks stagnation. Red is often chosen during times of change, motivation, or emotional intensity. It aligns with Loki’s role as catalyst rather than comforter.
Orange sits between fire and play. It is often associated with creativity, humor, and movement without aggression. Many people use orange candles when working with Loki in lighter, more conversational devotion — writing, art, problem-solving, or moments when adaptability is needed.
Black is frequently misunderstood. In Lokean practice, black does not represent evil or banishment. Instead, it signifies liminality, protection, and the unknown. Black candles are often used when acknowledging shadow work, endings, or difficult truths. Loki’s association with uncomfortable honesty makes black a fitting choice when clarity matters more than reassurance.
Yellow and gold tones are linked to insight, wit, and communication. Loki is sharp-tongued, persuasive, and mentally agile. These colors are often chosen for devotion involving learning, clever solutions, or navigating social complexity.
Green appears less often but is meaningful. It represents growth after disruption, adaptation, and resilience. When Loki’s influence has already caused upheaval, green can symbolize what grows afterward — not innocence, but renewal shaped by experience.
Some Lokeans use blue candles, especially when working with Loki’s fluid, shape-shifting nature. Blue reflects flexibility, emotional awareness, and movement through uncertainty rather than confrontation.
White candles are always acceptable. In devotional contexts, white is not “neutral” so much as open. It carries intention without narrowing it. When you are unsure what you need, or when devotion is quiet and unstructured, white is often enough.
What matters most is not tradition, but attention. Loki does not require aesthetic perfection or symbolic purity. A candle chosen with thought will always carry more weight than one chosen to follow a rule.
If the color changes over time, that is not inconsistency — it is relationship.
Loki does not ask for sameness.
He asks for awareness.
Loki is a hairstylist. When he decided to go into hiding he correctly guessed that nobody would think to look for him on Midgard doing this sort of work. He didn't even have to change his name, literally nobody had ever looked at him sideways and it was endlessly amusing to him.
Surely, he supposed, Heimdall knew where he was? And yet, still no one had come. Perhaps he was simply not missed and since he was not causing trouble they had elected to leave him be. Fine. He was through chasing their validation and love. It had been a long time since he looked to them for safety, anyway.
And today seemed like it was going to be just another day, as any. He was very good at his job so he had quite a few regular clients. The salon did take walk-ins, but usually not for anything fancy and only if there was time between clients.
But when he heard the bell at the door and turned to look to see who had walked in, since he wasn't expecting a client for a while yet, a smile on his face to greet whoever it was, his posture stiffened.
A man walked in with tears in his eyes, just looking absolutely distraught. Loki put down the combs he'd been straightening and went over to the man. "Are you quite alright?" he asked, gently.
He had gotten to know Midgardians here since he'd come to live amongst them and he no longer thought he was better than they were. And there was something about this one in particular that tugged at his heartstrings fiercely.
"I...yeah, I'm fine. Do...um...do you have time for a walk-in?" the man asked, sniffling.
"As it happens, I do have, darling," Loki said, offering him some tissues from a nearby box.
"Are you sure? I don't want to be a problem. I'm sorry I'm crying, I just..." he wiped at his eyes as fresh, hot tears slipped down his cheeks again.
"Don't be silly, there's no need to apologize for anything. And you are *not* a problem."
With that, Loki led him to his chair and put a cape on him. The man had beautiful silver hair, longer than he would expect a man Mobius's age in this area to have but Loki was quite appreciative.
"What's your name, love?" Loki asked, running his fingers through the man's hair. It was soft and smooth and quite luxurious if Loki did say so himself. He loved the way it felt against his fingers, and it gave him a good idea of texture and thickness.
"Don," the man said, softly. "And, I don't need anything fancy. I just...I think I wanna just cut it all off," he said.
"What? Why on Earth would you want to do something like that?" Loki asked, surprised, because usually men especially didn't grow out their hair just to chop it all off for no reason all of a sudden.
"I just...I guess I feel like doing something drastic," Don said with a soft sniffle and more tears.
"Why, darling?" Loki could guess, but he didn't want to be presumptuous. He let his fingers in Don's hair turn soothing and comforting.
"My wife left me. She was having an affair. She just...left, and we have two little boys, and I just..." Don swallowed thickly, not wanting to start actually blubbering.
This was not uncommon. Someone dealing with heartbreak or heartache and they felt like making a drastic change and the hair was usually the go-to to do that with.
"She isn't worth that, then," Loki said. "I don't know the particulars and you don't have to tell me, love, but if she was unhappy she should have come to you rather than look around for another partner. That's how adults handle things, they talk it out and make plans so that it's handled maturely and with as little blowback against the children as possible," he said.
"I guess..." Don whispered.
"No. Stop it. This isn't your fault," Loki said, though he knew that was an overstep. He had no idea if it was or wasn't. But as the God of Mischief and the God of Lies he could spot a deception a mile away and Don wasn't giving anything like that off.
"You don't even know me," Don said. "Maybe I was a horrible husband and deserved this."
"You're right, I don't know you. But I sincerely doubt that you're a horrible husband. I refuse to believe that you deserved this," Loki insisted.
Don sighed at the gentle way this hair stylist was petting his hair. "Thanks," he said, softly. It felt inadequate but he had needed to hear that.
"Now, darling, are you sure that you want me to give you such a drastic cut? It's your hair and I will do whatever you want me to do, love, but I need to be honest with you. It would absolutely *gut* me to cut off all of his gorgeous moonlit hair. If you would trust me, I could do something else that I think you would like much better. Don't punish yourself for something you didn't do wrong. Allow me to help you treat yourself, instead," Loki said, gently, smiling at Don through the mirror.
Don blushed at the description of his hair as gorgeous and moonlit. Nobody had ever said anything so poetic about any part of him before. He found himself smiling and relaxing. "Well...okay," he said, softly.
Loki grinned at him happily in the reflection of the mirror. "Wonderful. I promise, darling, you will not regret this."
Loki is very concerned about Midgardians. They just seem quite...well, he's not sure how to put it. But some of the things they do cannot be healthy.
Why do so many of them want to pet bears?
B E A R S.
And who said a tiger was adorable? A little sweet baby?? What the fuck??
And is Casey literally pack-bonding with a small, round robot vacuum cleaner? He keeps encouraging it like it understands him and Loki knows for a fact that it does NOT.
Half of these people want to adopt ferocious wild animals that absolutely will rip their faces off, and the other half are trying to bond with inanimate objects.
And Mobius is telling him this is NORMAL for Midgardians?
He begs Mobius to tell him he does not secretly harbor some kind of strange sexual or romantic attraction to jet skis.
He is momentarily relieved when Mobius says that he certainly does not. The relief blossoms into a bright blush when Mobius says that he does, however, have a rather vivid fantasy of wanting to be fucked while stretched out over a jet ski.
And he says it so casually, too, like that didn't just cause Loki's brain to short-circuit.
Meanwhile, Mobius is just going back to his paperwork while reminding everyone, as he is the team leader, that wild and exotic animals were not allowed as pets at the TVA.
There is apparently no rule about becoming emotionally attached to the cleaning robots, though, so Casey is allowed to carry on.
