By the end of Ragnarok, Loki has been accepted as Thor’s brother again; as his friend, as his ally. When I came to shoot the scene in Infinity War, I think it’s very powerful that he calls himself an Odinson. And that closes the whole journey of Loki and what we were trying to do. You know, Kenneth Branagh introduced these characters as two princes in Asgard, both of whom were born to be together in a way. And in that film he finds out that he is not an Odinson by birth, but the fact that he looks at his brother in the eye and says that he is an Odinson is a huge journey of redemption and catharsis.
Steven Grant Rogers, head of the Rogers Family in New York, stepped in front of the mirror and nodded to himself as he checked out the latest suit from his designers. It was perfect. The soft gray Armani fit him like a glove in all the right places. The blue silk shirt and matching tie beneath brought out the tanned skin and blue eyes. Dark polished shoes finished the ensemble and Steve smiled at the older man that stood next to him.
“It’s perfect, Lou. Beautiful job as always. If you could get me three more, in navy blue, black, and charcoal gray, same cut and style?”
“Of course, Mr. Rogers,” Lou said, quickly making notes on a small tablet. “I can have them for you by next week.” Steve smiled.
“Excellent. Thanks.” The man nodded and left Steve to himself as he continued looking over himself in the mirror. Not that he was alone by any means. His guards stood near the entrance of the store as always. Finally, he stepped down from the elevated mirror and went to get changed. He came back out a few minutes later in his usual Saturday clothes – dark jeans, crimson button down shirt, and leather jacket – and took the suit back to the older man.
“I’ll send one of my guys to pick everything up from you later today, yeah?”
“Of course….”
Steve walked outside as a few children came running up to him. He smiled and nodded to one of the guards who handed him a bag.
“All right, all right. You’ve all been good this week? No talking back to Moms and Dads and staying in school right?”
“Yes, sir!” came the chorus of replies. Steve grinned as he reached into the bag and brought out several different presents for each of the kids before sending them on their way and handing the empty bag back to his guard. As they got to the car, Steve slid into the back and sighed heavily.
“Where too, Boss?” Clint asked him from the front seat.
“The Tower, Clint. I need to check in and make sure everything is going well over there…”
Disowned son of the Laufeyson family Loki had abandoned his homeland and come to the US, and had found a nice home among the Rogers family as an undercover. Sly and quick witted, Loki could talk them out of any bad situation and today was no different. He had finished his particular work and was in the main office waiting for his boss to arrive. HE leaned back against the couch, reading a book harmlessly. He didn’t often feel the need to come in before Steve arrived, but there was something he wanted to ask and he knew that the only place he and Steve would be alone was in the main office.
Surprised loki didnt flinch at all with all that lightning coursing around him
he grew up with that guy, he’s used to it
Loki didn’t even transform, his suit was an illusion and he just took it off.
Yeah, Loki just dispelled the illusion, but Thor actually had to change clothes, so he needed the lightning blast to cover the ThunderPenis.
I’m convinced Loki is perma-nude and EVERY outfit you see is an illusion. Why deal with the discomfort of chafing pleather pants when you can just trick people into thinking you’re wearing clothes?
Also, “ThunderPenis” nearly killed me.
A teenage boy sitting behind me when I first saw this movie narrated the transformation with “BAM! Now we sexy!” and I hear it in my head every. single. time.
Her head tilted into his touch as his fingers grazed against the sensitive skin of her neck. She swallowed thickly, wishing that it was his lips instead of her fingers. “Show me your kingdom, my King.”
Juniper allowed her hand to tenderly fall to his chest, feeling the rhythmic swell as he breathed. This made her realize the vast difference between the two of them. Loki is tall, slender, yet powerful. His posture held the confidence of a King, which towered over her. She was petite, innocent, and much more shy than he was. She felt almost childish standing next to him, yet her touch was anything but childish. In one swift motion, she leans in close and presses her lips to the junction of his neck and jaw. Her lips places soft, wet kisses to his neck, having to stand on her tip toes to reach.
Loki chuckled quietly as he watched her, green eyes curious as to what the energy he could sense from her was. A power he had sensed before, but in his many centuries, he had learned that the sense of power he got could feel similar but be a different kind of ability. He knew he was tall compared to most Midgardians, but this little one intrigued him a great deal. He tilted his head as she called him King, giving a little smile. “Technically I was supposed to be, even though I was a runt in my homeland.” he explained. “How did you know?”
The difference in their height was much more prominent once she was close enough to kiss his neck. It was the first time someone had been so aware of his power and yet…unafraid. “My little vixen,” he murmured, leaning down to return the gesture, lips ghosting over her pulse. “You have quite the charm.”
Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.
Thor’s arms came around Loki tightly as the other pushed him against the wall and kissed him. One hand slid up into the other’s hair, gripping tightly as the kiss continued.
“Welcome home, my heart.” Loki murmured breathlessly against Thor’s lips. “I’ve missed you.” Fingers ran up Thor’s chest as he spoke, green eyes alight with love and mischief.
Her cheeks glows as she leans into his tender touch. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Juniper did have a ‘distinct power’ as he put it, and she tried her best to keep it tucked away until she truly needed it. She didn’t want to intrude on her feelings at this very moment, rather she wanted him to slowly reveal them. “Very perceptive of you Loki.” she says, trailing her finger down the length of the leather on his chest.
“I am perceptive in many ways, my lovely little Juniper.” Loki hummed. “My magic is very sensitive. It lets me know when people are more than what they seem.” Green eyes wandered over her form as they stood in his room. “Can I make you comfortable at all?” he asked, fingers brushing along the side of her neck. “Would you like to look around?”