still-waiting-for-the-gays:

tin-can-iron-man:

the-flightoficarus:

the-geek-cornucopia:

rebelmeg:

langernameohnebedeutung:

matchgirl42:

lesbianjackrackham:

okay i have a loki question

how the fuck did odin sneak him into asgard?

like, heimdall saw that shit right? odin comes back through the bifrost and heimdall is just “…………….”

heimdall: that’s a baby

odin: yes! he’s my son! ………..loki. i’m going to dress him in green and black, because that worked great last time

or odin comes back and is trying to figure out, how to play it, and heimdall and frigga are just waiting for him and completely deadpan

frigga: ah, husband! you have returned from war in time to meet your newborn son. who i had. after being pregnant. secretly.

odin: what

frigga:

heimdall:

loki: *baby noises*

odin: right

honestly, i just need heimdall going up to frigga like “you won’t believe what your husband just did”

odin: he’s a replacement for the child I had to lock away in the shadow realm.

heimdall:

odin: I’ll do better by this one.  I know I will.

heimdall:

heimdall: You mean Frigga will.

Odin: Please can we keep it? It’s cute and changes colours and smiles at my empty eye socket. I promise I’ll take care of it I’ll feed it every week and I’ll dress it in green and black and I’ll teach it to throw knives and it will be great!

Heimdall: Frigga, he stole a baby. Say something.

THIS IS THE BEST THING

I like to imagine Frigga visiting Heimdall and they have tea and gossip about how much a mess Odin is.

Hiemdall: *plopping into Friggas parlour and already reaching for the cup Frigga is passing him* Lemme tell you what wild shit your sons are doing in Alfhiem

Hiemdall rollerblading into the throne room this week with sunglasses and a piña coloda: Your Majesty, you’re not going to fucking believe this stuff your son brought back from Midgard.

Frigga, iceskating down the bifrost with three bottles of tequila wearing a mini cape from a midgardian children’s dracula costume: Heimdall, my good bitch, I have news.

faeisking:

Thor: Why are you naked Loki?

Loki: I don’t have any clean garments.

Thor: Oh really? *opens closet.* Look, pants, shirts, socks, Hello Bucky, jackets, armor.

Loki, investigating a dangerous area: Hellooooooo, is anyone there?
Loki, checking a body: Dead.
Loki, checking another body: Dead…
Loki, checking yet another body: Also dead…
Loki, popping back out: They’re all dead!
Kate: Loki–
Loki: –and it’s NOT MY FAULT!
Kate: NO ONE SAID IT WAS!