Another picture for a lovely request!
It’s supposed to be based on a fic, but I’ve never read it, so I kinda drew something that might not be accurate :P
it’s from “The Song Unsung” :3 Hope you enjoy it!!!
“After all, the first thing a sorcerer of quality learns is to make himself as difficult to kill as possible.”
So maybe I’m in love with how Loki’s head is detachable.
A new doodle after a long time, sorry guys.
I can’t stop drawing these two ugh.
I finally finished this Hipster AU! More or less.
Thor twists his long blonde hair out of the way and cranes his neck to see the ink on his back.
“Stop twisting, you’ll smudge it!” Loki scolds him, twisting his brother’s shoulders straight and down into the bed.
“I just want to see how it came out,” Thor reaches up and snags one of Loki’s hands, entwining their fingers.
“Have I ever done bad work on you?” Loki asks, tugging his hand out of Thor’s grip and started packing away his Sharpies.
“Aren’t you just going to ink it now?” Thor asks, eyeing Loki’s slender fingers as he packs away his supplies.
“Without you even seeing it?” Loki raised his eyebrows.
“I trust you.”
Loki stood up, stretching and shaking out his cramped fingers. “I’ve told you that was unwise before.”
Thor turned and grinned, the sunlight coming from the tiny window above the bed making his mussed blonde hair shine around his face like a halo. “And I’ve chosen not to listen.”
It had never led him wrong. He remembers the first time years ago he sat down to have Loki ink an simple hammer design on his arm, unbelievably nervous and trying not to show it. All they had done was argue that week and he hadn’t even been interested in tattoos; he just desperately needed to find a way to connect with Loki on some level. When he saw the finished product he had fallen in love with it immediately.
“Like I said, unwise. I could’ve written ‘I’m Thor and I love big cocks’ back there and yet you want me to ink it immediately.”
Loki makes as if he were headed to the tiny kitchenette, but Thor reaches out and pulls him back into the small bed that they shared in their small studio in Williamsburg. It was just big enough to fit Thor and his things, which meant that of course Loki had to come live with him; and was filled to the brim with Loki’s tattooing equipment, posters, printouts, sketchbooks, and drawings of items that had caught his brother’s attention this week. Thor covers him with the plaid quilt they had received from their mother and hugs him close to his chest.
“I’ve never seen you do bad work,” he says earnestly. Loki’s face is oddly somber, his green eyes searching Thor’s face for something that Thor wasn’t sure of. He presses his mouth to Thor’s quickly in thanks and makes to get up again, so of course Thor pulls him back down and deepens the kiss, savoring his taste. Thor doesn’t have to go in to work at the shop today and Loki makes his own hours, so they’ve made this weekend a long one. Lasting five days to be exact. The bed they’ve made their own is a mattress that Loki “found”. They couldn’t afford a bed frame so it sits on the floor, although Thor once made an attempt at building an actual bedframe. Loki had managed to distract him halfway through and he only ended up making the headboard, but Loki claimed he liked it that way.
Thor can feel Loki’s lips curving into a smile against his, and he runs his hand down Loki’s back. “If I did write that, it’s not as if it were untrue, anyway.”
Thor doesn’t regret pushing him off the bed.
Happy [very late] Mother’s Day! <3
Someone come and save my life
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead
But now it’s like the night is taking sides
with all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be this misery will suffice?
Sleeping Sickness- City and Colour
My actual favorite part of this is Loki’s face. My line work leaves a bit to be desired, but I’m getting better, at least. c: I’m
notsorry about all the Loki/Avengers/FrostIron spam, everybody~