Requests are open! I'll do any ships including rare ones ^v^
Includes :
Fandroki - Fandral x Loki
Thorki - Thor x Loki
Volki - Volstagg x Loki
Quilloki - Peter Quill x Loki
Strangefrost - Stephen Strange x Loki
Lokius - Loki x Mobius
Spiderfrost...
I was inactive due to academic works and some technical problems, but now, i'mma go fully unhinged on my Loki era back 😌☕
INFORMATION!!: Tyr x Loki is my own ship and no, this Tyr is not from Marvel. If you don't know who Tyr is, he's the Norse God of war, law and oath. Here, in my AU, Tyr is the commander of the Einherjar, one of the feared warriors in the nine realms. He's also Odin's most trusted general and friend.
This is how he looks (thank you Chatgpt 🥹)
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(Yes, he's old, yes, there's an age gap. Please skip if you do not like these!)
ONTO THE SHIP 🚢
〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→
The sun rose as if withdrawing it's embrace from Asgard. Training drills at early mornings had been a lifetime routine for the Einherjar, and for their commander, it seemed like it was probably what he knew his entire life.
Wake. Train. Drills. Bark orders. Eat honey buns from the local market (he would never admit he likes them). Make at least one new trainee almost pee his pants. Sleep peacefully.
That's the stoic and grumpy old Tyr everyone's heard of. But this morning, it surprised the Einherjar, even the warriors three, that he was absent in the training grounds.
"Is the commander unwell?" Sif questioned a nearby warrioress, who just shook her head.
This is what had happened: one of Odin's Ravens had perched itself on Tyr's broad shoulder. "The All Father demands your presence in the Royal Court. Immediately," and it flew -vanished would be the right word- into the sky.
Currently, Tyr has been listening to a serious yet boring conversation at the court, that dealt with the coronation of the new King of Jotunheimr.
"Helblindi is quick of temper, and we must send someone to stand for Asgard at his coronation. Yet I doubt our people can endure the cold of Jotunheimr." Odin announced at last, and looked around the court, searching for any objection. "Let us, then, send but two - one to represent the royals, and one the court,"
Some of the nobles tried to shrink in their seats as if it was possible. Some avoided eye contact of any sort. Odin's eye landed on his youngest -adopted- son, knowing that he'd be immune to the unkind weather of the ice realm, though he was relieved that no one knew why. "Loki," Odin called out, "you shall take part in the coronation on behalf of the Royal Family." Loki stood, face still masked but surprise glinted in his eyes.
"Very well, Father. I shall go forth and bear Asgard's name with honour," Thor looked up from the next seat, at Loki, who then sat down having made an agreement. "You can have my fur cloaks, little brother, you'll freeze out there," he beamed, to which Loki only rose an eyebrow. (And tried to suppress a smile, don't tell anyone)
