No lokisleep without sleep mask of course...
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The amazing Loki, everyone! He'll be here all week!
Loki + glowing hand magic
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Tom hiddleston by Kevin Parry for Paley Fest LA 2024
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Holly Black, The Prisoner's Throne
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Tom Hiddleston , Owen Wilson y Sophia Di Martino de Michael Buckner for Deadline.
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It's absolutely delicious how easily Ophelia blushes. The wisp of an idea flits through Loki's head - how wonderful it would be to be able to bottle the sensation of pretty pink spreading across her cheeks - but then she's gently rebuffing him, and the god realises she needs a little more clarification than Sigyn does.
"'I can't exactly have both of you?'" Head tilts. "And whyever not?"" Voice drops to a velvet purr as he leans closer to her ear. "Why can't I, when you're here and blushing prettily, and looking so delectable?" Phee's earlobe is right by his lips and gods, does he want to suck on it right now. "Has Sig not told you we're flexible, when it comes to things like this?"
“Yeah, I think she is.” Perfect to be a god’s wife. Ophelia didn’t think she exactly fit those qualifications, especially not when his wife, or a variant of her, was here as well.
But then he’s leaning in and she feels her cheeks blush. “What are you getting at, Loki?” She questions, raising an eyebrow at him. “You can’t exactly have both of us, and… and if she’s here, I understand.”
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soft family thing for @victoriousfidelity
Awareness fades in slowly, like a hazy morning mist. It teases at the edges of Loki’s mind, curling around their thoughts and offering to pull them back into the navy depths of sleep. But it’s late in the morning – don’t ask how they know, they just do – the absence of Boða at their back telling them she must be awake with Fen, and everyone knows she’ll let the kid in to wake them up if they stay in here too long. Reluctantly, Loki opens their eyes.
Before them is a sight well worth staying awake for: Sigyn lies on her back dozing, copper hair fanned out around her head and one arm reached out towards her husband’s stomach. The bump is showing now, invisible beneath the warm furs but clear for all to see once the trickster rises and dresses. Here, in their perfect sanctuary, they don’t get so much as a second glance when they walk around pregnant in public, but Loki is smart enough to know to stay clear of Asgard until the child is born. They already receive distrustful looks aplenty, and don't intend to make the mistake of trusting Odin around one of their children again.
Sleepily content, the trickster reaches out their seiðr to their surroundings, bumping gently up against Sigyn’s and twining around the child in their womb. It’s another boy, they’re fairly sure. At least biologically speaking, anyway – it’s impossible to know yet who they will choose to be as a person, and whether they will be able to shift like their parents. All Loki knows is that this child is loved, and that they will never have cause to doubt it. A soft nudge against the baby with their magic, like a loving hand on their head, and the god turns their attention back to their wife. Only to halt in their tracks.
A moment, and there it is again: the barest flicker of a dual flame of seiðr. What. What is that. What is happening. Is that..
“Sig.” Forehead furrows. “Sig, darling, wake up.”
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