the art of subjugation

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Specific headcanons--Go!

Sat, 11 May 2013 14:26:12 -0400

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;;— ‘He could feel their looks of contempt, their disgust for...

Sat, 11 May 2013 14:23:08 -0400

;;— ‘He could feel their looks of contempt, their disgust for him. And why? Because he dared contemplate a solution rather than instantly loose his blade from its sheath? Because he did not live up to their vision of what an Asgardian should be?’

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lord of the rings gif meme: whatever tickles your fancy → the...

Sat, 11 May 2013 10:30:45 -0400

lord of the rings gif meme: whatever tickles your fancy → the fell beasts

“It was a winged creature: if bird, then greater than all other birds, and it was naked, and neither quill nor feather did it bear, and its vast pinions were as webs of hide between horned fingers; and it stank. A creature of an older world maybe it was…”

“The Nazgûl were they, the Ringwraiths, the Enemy’s most...

Sat, 11 May 2013 10:29:28 -0400

“The Nazgûl were they, the Ringwraiths, the Enemy’s most terrible servants; darkness went with them, and they cried with the voices of death.”

favorite movie moments & quotes ↳The Avengers: Thor...

Sat, 11 May 2013 03:17:54 -0400

favorite movie moments & quotes

↳The Avengers: Thor falling for Loki’s tricks

Playing with (the God of) Fire

Fri, 10 May 2013 13:38:35 -0400

thegeniusisme:

“I think my hair is one of the few things in here not sentient. Is it so messy it looks like it’ll attack you? Really?” Tony smirks and draws one hand through his hair, essentially getting it even messier. “And I’d probably look good iced to the wall but that’s not the point, I don’t really want to make the icicle experience and then you’d probably get bored of me immobile and quiet really quickly.”
When the snowball disappears, Tony smiles— it’s unusual that those things ever work out in his favor. “I’m experimenting. And just having to lift your hand to smash a snowball to my face is not enough of a challenge, is it? Which I get, nothing better than a good challenge. But I admit it was a risky bet. Know why I’m good at poker? I always go for the risky bets, and just when some people feel they’ve seen through my bluffs I pull a royal flush. And then other nights I lose everything again. That’s just what playing’s all about, though, waving your money around. You ever been to Vegas? I’m sure you’d be good at it too.”

“In theory, I could attempt to make your hair sentient. Though, the idea of your hair waving around like some…hairy tentacles disturbs me.” Loki grinned, head tipping to the left as he dragged his eyes lazily up to his hair. “You’re catching on quickly, I really am going to have to start rewarding you. I do like a verbal, highly mobile target.” He states, half entertaining the thought of a mild hypotermic Tony stuck in some questionable angle on the adjacent wall.

Tony’s choice of words don’t exactly take the God by surprise, but it’s enough to quirk his eyebrow and lean just a fraction closer than he already was. “Experimenting? I can only imagine what next you’re going to try, and since you’re such a risky person…I’ll have to keep an eye open at all times. And you’re right, simply lifting a hand and flicking my wrist wouldn’t be a very entertaining challenge — Vegas?” Disarmed for a few moments after the running commentary on poker, there’s a slow blink, a quirk of his lips and a decisive sigh.. “I haven’t been, no. As for this poker, you’ll have to teach me — so I can beat you.”

Playing with (the God of) Fire

Thu, 09 May 2013 03:30:01 -0400

thegeniusisme:

“Please don’t tell me you call yourself Prince of Earth, we’ve clearly established that Earth isn’t ready for that kinda ruling yet. My tip would be to try again in a millennium. And anyways I’m King of the blue one. And I don’t think I want to get into a snowball fight with you when you control all the snow. I might end up iced against the wall or something—”

The engineer crosses his arms over his chest, unconsciously blocking out the arc reactor’s glow. “I was hoping me getting even more underdressed might discourage you of throwing any more snowballs. Sadly it doesn’t look like it’s working. Is it working? Hey, maybe you’re secretly a cuddler or something but need an excuse to hug me and what better way than to inflict mild hypothermia? While we’re talking about ice I can think of multiple ways being as cool as you claim to be could be hot.”

Tony steps closer, knowing that there’s the possibility that a) Loki will just press the snowball in his face or b) he’ll escape by walking towards it. He’s kinda hoping for the latter.

“Please, when you call yourself King. I would hate to step on your toes like that.” Loki chuckled, rolling his eyes and glancing off side. “I’ve lost interest in your realm, if you must know, so calm that mess of hair on your head. You say that now, Tony, but I imagine you’d look very good iced up against a wall, like living wall art.”

When the arc reactor was removed from view, the tricksters eyes shifted with an air of disinterest to their surroundings. Tony’s works however, coaxed his eyes back with a sly smile. “Hardly, in fact, it makes you even more of a target for snow balls. I’ll give you points for trying — please. If I was going to put my arms anywhere around your body I would do it with out a reason. Hypothermia would be such a cliche excuse. You’ll have to tell me about these thoughts I’m…ever so curious.”

He was coming closer? Why? He was only making himself a moving target if Loki decided to tilt his fingers in his direction. Then again, close targets were never too fun, and while he’d like to aim the nicely sized ball of white spinning elegantly on his fingertips squarely for the mans forehead — he decided against it. His fingers curl inwards, causing the ball to evaporate and he leans towards the engineer. “What are you playing at, Stark?”

The Tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human...

Wed, 08 May 2013 11:57:17 -0400

The Tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power, but our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow. The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn?

Playing with (the God of) Fire

Wed, 08 May 2013 11:01:13 -0400

thegeniusisme:

“Oh, thanks, how curteous of you. Right Prince Charming you are.” Laufeyson, huh? Tony makes a mental note to ask JARVIS whether there’s anything of that to be found in the Edda or something, but doesn’t comment, watching the brief change of expression on the other’s face.

Seems familiar somehow.

Let’s be honest, Tony didn’t expect Loki to stay still and take a random object thrown at him quietly, but then he didn’t exactly know what to expect and the snowball propelled in his direction doesn’t give him time to get out of the way, though he manages to move his head so the cold ball hits the side of his face— “Fucking hell this is cold—”

The engineer can’t suppress a bodily shiver running through him as he wipes the snow off his face as quickly as possibly, groaning as he feels what he didn’t reach in time slip under his collar. “Not really fair to start a snowball fight when one, I’m clearly underdressed, and two, there’s no snow I could throw back.” He pouts at the God of Mischief and, after tugging uselessly at the shirt for a moment, just pulls it off over his head, standing in a wifebeater before the God and sighing in relief as he gets the last bit of snow off of himself. “Was that magically enforced cold just now? I get the feeling you don’t exactly need to suck ice cubes to get a cold tongue, do you?”

“As a Prince, I have to be charming, Tony — it’s all part of the package.” He retorts casually. Did he expect Tony to go rooting into that, perhaps? certainly? Either way, if he pried, Loki wanted nothing to do with the findings.

Loki would of never passed up the opportunity to get his own back. A snowball seemed more amusing and a much more unfair way to get a little fun at Tony’s expense after all, Tony didn’t exactly have the necessary genetics to produce snow.

He couldn’t of suppressed the genuine laugh that rolls off his tongue after the ball of snow hits the side of Tony’s face. Not even if he tried.

“There could be snow to throw back —” Loki starts, “if you ask nicely.” Grinning at the pouting engineer as another snowball begins to spin to life on his fingertips. His eyes not once leaving Tony for a moment. “You complain about being under dressed, and you go and leave yourself even more exposed….the view just got interesting.” Head tilting just a fraction to the left, this time, the question didn’t bother him so much, just made the snow ball spin a little faster. “Magically infused, but I’m naturally chilled to the touch, tongue included — ice is kind of my thing.”

selfmadesuperego: [ Or not apparently, the engineer simply stands where he is when he god appears...

Wed, 08 May 2013 10:49:28 -0400

selfmadesuperego:

[ Or not apparently, the engineer simply stands where he is when he god appears before him. The panic that was once suppressed is now fully awaken, eyes widening with Tony faltering back into the counter behind him. The finger on his now bare chest makes him shudder, and in taking a sharp breath, he exhales quickly as he thinks of something to at least retort with. ]

Pity, sure. But since I’m not so fun anymore, maybe you should be on your way. [ He practically mutters the words, refusing to make any eye contact. What could be compared to a sigh of relief escapes his lips when the other passes him by and soon enough Tony crosses his arms defensively, tight and across his chest. ] Nothing to play with right? I’m not Iron Man anymore, so find someone else to bother. I don’t see why you even bother visiting when you know full well what’s been going on, I see. But before you go— [ if you go, he thinks ] —who told you?

[He forgot how easy it was to instill fear, or maybe it was because he’d spent so long in the company of people that didn’t fear him to the same degree as Stark did. Oh how he missed it. He couldn’t stress it enough. Even the quick exhale brings a smile to his lips.]

I think I’ll stay. [The words are matter of fact, and Tony could mutter all he wanted, he would still hear Tony. His ears were attuned perfectly to those inane mumbles. Now he’s more focused on making his way to the bar and pouring himself something to drink. Not that Stark could stop him now.] No, you’re more fragile, like a little….ah…china doll. I could crush you with my bare hands if I wanted, or I could still play with you — delicately, intimately. [A question? The God pauses in his move to pour himself a scotch, green eyes fixating on Tony’s face.] I’m always watching, Antony. Always.

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selfmadesuperego: [ Frozen. He was frozen. Panic reached him so quickly that everything that was...

Wed, 08 May 2013 10:19:33 -0400

selfmadesuperego:

[ Frozen. He was frozen. Panic reached him so quickly that everything that was once in his hands fell to the floor. He never thought he’d be this way again, but here he was, in fear of the god before him. He had no arc reactor—no suits—to protect him. It was over. ]

Missed me? Right. [ He feigned courage at this point. His heart was pounding, painfully so. Don’t panic. Don’t. Panic. ] I’d rather not let you in, but thanks, antlers. How about you stay right there and I um… walk away~

Of course I did, why wouldn’t I. [The sentence is dripping with sarcasm, and it matches the glint in his eye. He barely flinched at the sudden clang of objects hitting the floor, he merely tilted his head. So, Tony was still afraid of him after all this time. How interesting. How very interesting. Had he really left such a nasty impression on the man’s memory?]

I’d rather come in. [And as he said that, his image flickers, blurring out and materializing but inches from Stark’s own frame, his green eyes instantly snapping to the lack of the reactor glowing from the fabric of his shirt; a scarred finger tip raising to lightly press it’s cold skin where it should of been.] So it is true, you got rid of everything. Such a pity, I’ll miss you being a good little night light even more. [Chuckling under his breath, he sweeps past the mechanic.] No more suits, no more iron man - no more distractions for me to play with.

Playing with (the God of) Fire

Wed, 08 May 2013 09:50:23 -0400

thegeniusisme:

“Yeah, there’s something else, don’t call me Anthony”, Tony replies all-too-casually (because if he was being overly honest, that list would go on a while, but we don’t talk about that), smirking widely. “And I believe I did, half expected you to catch it, but knowing that being godly doesn’t give you super-reflexes is nice as well. I am all too easily baited with challenges, this sounds like a challenge, what does it take to make you laugh?”

The engineer gets out of his chair, stretches, and walks over to pick up the screwdriver again, staying standing at maybe an arm’s length apart from the God of Mischief. “If you really think— well, fair enough, depending on the level of alcohol in my blood I might be tempted to bodily run into you, but as long as my aim doesn’t completely forsake me, there are easier ways.” He raises his eyebrows as he starts playing with the screwdriver again, clearly amused. “Also, I clearly don’t need a private holiday to celebrate, I prefer to spontaneously decide to celebrate and then finding a cause for it is easy enough.”

“Very well, Antony, I won’t call you Antony again.” The God smirked, having one last dig but he complied anyway. He’d save the full name if the time prompted for it, or if Tony got a little too much. “If you had fired something considerably more dangerous at me, my reflexes would of kicked in. A screw driver is hardly a spray of bullets or a sword — or even a hammer.” Tony’s question did make him thoughtful, what didn’t make the God of Mischief laugh? He found humor in most things. “Using Laufeyson.” He stated simply, matter of fact and the humored expression left for a moment before it was back. Laufeyson, well that was just a whole boat load of issues for the God.

However, his mind shifted to the more crucial topic at hand, revenge for throwing the screw driver. If Tony thought he could spend his days pelting random objects (and Loki was resigned with an inward sigh to realize that it was likely to happen) then he was in for a surprise, a very cold surprise. And maybe an immature one at that. “I look forward to you trying to figure out clones. As for celebrations, what shall we also celebrate — noticing me, our little scenario — oh, and Tony.” As Tony had began to play with the screw driver, he’d spirited a nice, large and overly cold snow ball and promptly flicked it at the engineers face.

There you are, my little Engineer…I have missed you…dearly. I almst thought...

Wed, 08 May 2013 09:35:57 -0400

There you are, my little Engineer…I have missed you…dearly. I almst thought you’d…disappeared off the map, away from me. And that just won’t do at all. Aren’t you going to invite me in, Stark?

thegeniusisme: “Shh, I don’t outgrow things, I experiment. To prevent boredom, and also to show off...

Wed, 08 May 2013 05:34:14 -0400

thegeniusisme:

“Shh, I don’t outgrow things, I experiment. To prevent boredom, and also to show off my brilliance. And what about the day I managed to notice you? You wanna celebrate that? Because that’s fine as long as you don’t expect me to remember the date, I’m horrible with dates, I’ve forgotten my own birthday once. Hold on, twice, actually—” Tony trails off, absently balancing a screwdriver in his hand, then shrugs.

“I can always walk around pretending you’re air and I can walk right through you, which is probably true if you pull that teleportation-duplicate thing on me. You really here right now?” The engineer pauses, throws Loki a look— and smirks, throwing the screwdriver right into the God’s chest with no further warning.

“Is that what you call brilliance?” Loki snorts, brows raised in amusement. “Then I’m looking forward to your next stroke of brilliance…I may make it an award system, if you can get me to laugh, I’ll reward you.” The God stated, going back to his coffee, green eyes casually flicking to the screw driver with passing curiosity. “We can celebrate it if you wish, just don’t expect me to put you to bed when you’re babbling scientific nonsense at me. However, let me refresh — horrible with dates, not so good with being handed things, not good with falling from great heights — anything else?” Fingers curling as though he was counting out on them.

“Or perhaps I can make you believe I’m really a duplication and watch in amusement as you bounce right off of my chest.” Setting the cup aside for now, giving Tony his full attention. Well, he’d liked to have thought he was going to turn around fully, that look made him pause — until the screw driver pinged off his chest and clattered unceremoniously onto the floor. The Tricksters eyebrows going up in disbelief, realization and finally back to disbelief. “Antony, did you just throw that screw driver at me?”

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