Loki’s apology
“Do not tell my parents” heh.
Thor: Listen well, brother—
Loki: …I’m listening…
Thor: YOU WILL FILL OUT THIS DAMN FORM
Loki: A fine form. Not meant, I think, for me.
Thor: YOU WILL FILL IT OUT, OR I SWEAR BY THE EYE OF HEIMDALL I WILL TELL FATHER
Loki: Is this happening?
Loki: IS IT?!
—MM
I like to imagine Thor also threatened him with Darcy and her taser.
Okay, so this one is #213, for tafadhali. She requested Avengers-ness, and I found that thing saved in my prompts so - voila! I feel like it…didn’t come out the way I wanted it to, though. Sorry!
“You know,” Darcy said, tossing the taser high above her head and lazily watching it flip end over end. She caught it in the flat of her palm and sent it spinning upwards again. She smirked at the expression of Loki’s face: he was striving for bored and exasperated, but his eyes were riveted, cat-like, on the taser, and each time she threw it into the air, he leaned forward a bit, straining, frustrated, against his bonds. “This would be a lot easier if you just signed the damn thing. Look!” She held up the ad-libbed apology. She’d brought it to this morning’s meeting as a joke (one of her odd-jobs as an intern included taking notes at S.H.I.E.L.D.’s monthly meetings, although this one had been called in special due to the Loki Emergency) but Thor, as literal as ever, had thought it was a brilliant idea. He’d dictated to her what he wanted filled into the blanks himself, looking solemn and worried, while Loki watched on, completely nonplussed. Darcy had taken the liberty of filling in the right hand side of the apology herself, to the best of her knowledge of Loki and the way his mind worked.
“I even filled it all out for you!” Darcy said, grinning and waving the apology in his face.
Loki turned his head to the side and sniffed, then peeked out at her from the corner of his eye, still warily watching the taser, which she had attached to her belt. She didn’t want to have to use it - he was, after all, tied up, and the chains they had him in certainly looked unbreakable. Then again, he was the god of mischief, and if anyone was going to find a way to escape, her money was on Loki. Either way - god and/or would-be-world-dominator or not, Darcy didn’t like to tase a man when he was down. She’d kept the door open just in case, and glanced at it now, and this seemed to please Loki: he turned his face back toward her and settled more comfortably into his kneeling position on the floor, rolling his shoulders and offering her a wide, smug smile.
Damn, Darcy thought. She wasn’t sure why they had assigned this particular task to her. Most likely because no one else wanted to do it, or couldn’t be trusted not to beat the stuffing out of Loki (Thor included). Darcy wouldn’t be able to do much damage, even with her trusty taser, so she supposed she was the safest choice to throw into the cell with him. The thought wasn’t at all comforting.
“Come on,” she groaned, aware that she had already ceded some of her minuscule leverage in the situation, and removed the taser from her belt. For good measure, she flicked it on, enjoying the slight hum and the way Loki recoiled just slightly. He would be transferred, once he apologised, to a Miss Adler in some detention realm or another. From what she’d heard of that woman, Darcy thought Miss Adler might have more luck getting Loki to sign the apology - her methods involved a leather riding crop and ball gags and questionable injectible substances. Darcy didn’t envy Loki at all and she might have even pitied him, had the task of getting him to apologise not fallen to her.
He was smirking at her now, drawing this out because it was the only thing he could do, tied up and held captive as he was. Darcy checked her watch. Half-past six. She should have been out of here by now. Greeeat, she thought, turning the apology over in her hand and frowning down at it. She liked her internship, she really did, but it was really starting to bug her how often she got the short end of the stick.
Yaaaaay! Thank you, CT! I love long-suffering Darcy and her taser, and poor eternally optimistic Thor. Thor, you can’t just train a cat Loki. Cats Lokis have their own lives.
The essence of being athorable
Reblogging because athorable is going in my vocabulary.
HA HA. YES. ATHORABLE!
(Source: last-echoe)
Man, I am right there with you, Loki.
(via zetidoburrito)
That it was raining. And I was working at this amazing sandwich shop, but at their outdoor takeaway window handing sandwiches to customers. These customers are already obviously worthless, if they need to be handed a sandwich, but one of these dudes wasn’t content with the fact that I was standing, cold and hungry in the rain, and literally handing him this glorious creation, but felt the need to insult me, insult my interests (I was in a Star Trek t-shirt), and question the integrity of my sandwiches. And I was like, “Dude, I just had to explain what hummus is to you, why do you gotta be ignorant all your life, just get out of here so I can eat my lunch.”
And I turned around.
And the sandwich shop had closed while I was talking to this clown.
Without giving me the perfect avocado, tomato, sprouts, and hummus sandwich I’d been dreaming about all shift.
What I am saying is, is it any wonder that I turned into Loki and started raining down destruction?
AVENGERS GENDER-SWAPPED CASTING
Reblogging that gender-swapped Avengers fanart earlier made me decide to actually post gender-swapped casting I’ve been tooling around with in my head for some time. I’m not totally happy with it — Evan Rachel Wood: too young? Eddie Redmayne: too young-looking? What would you call a male Black Widow? Do I actually think Claudia Black would be a good Tony or do I just think she’s hot? — but I’m happy enough for now. Thoughts/suggestions?
Also, just so you know: there is no part of me that doesn’t ‘ship Thor/Iron Woman in this casting.
Lady Avengers! and Black Widow lmao
Based on the official poster with some tweaks (Bruce based on his individual poster). Thanks to everyone who came to the livestream!
Nnnnnngh. I’m not even that into Jeremy Renner (sorry, y’all), but Lady Hawkeye there is giving me palpitations.
(Source: kreugan, via fuckyeah-avengers)
New Avengers posters
You’re so, so close, Tony, but this is the pose:
(Source: fuckyeah-itstheavengers)
Having a little Darcy Lewis love-a-thon in Casa Taf today. By which I mean reading all the Clint/Darcy (ALL OF IT) and looking at pretty pictures of Kat Dennings.
(Source: margaeryestyrell)
Epic.
(Source: the-starkster, via fuckyeah-itstheavengers)
I think those are chairs in the background, but when I saw this in thumbnail, I just assumed they were Loki’s collection of hats.
(Source: theundeadavenger)
