You kissed his mouth with mouths of flame: you made the hornèd god your own:
You stood behind him on his throne:
you called him by his secret name.

Oscar Wilde, The Sphinx (via xenopenthos)

Dash magic

mastreworld:

from @lokimymuse

I don’t know if this is too subtle to others but to me, it speaks of Loki’s need to stop looking for other people’s approval and admiration, to simply let go of others’ definition of worthiness and feel free to decide it for himself.

I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame,
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate,
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.