I have been a woman for less than a minute and I am already bored

prince-of-mischief:

sugercube75:

prince-of-mischief:

“Well don’t get used to it, it shouldn’t be lasting very long.”

“Oh don’t worry, I will. You know, Loki, I don’t know about you but I want some ice cream. I think there’s a shop nearby, wanna come? My treat.”

The princess’s rant and disgruntled thoughts stopped at the mention of a cold treat. She nodded hastily, a small smile working on her lips. “You know I can never say no to a treat.”

“I know, it’s one of the reasons I think you’re so adorable.” She chuckles and loops her arm through Loki’s. “Let’s go, Little Princess. Let’s see if we can make this day any better.”

I have been a woman for less than a minute and I am already bored

prince-of-mischief:

sugercube75:

prince-of-mischief:

sugercube75:

prince-of-mischief:

“As if the first time wasn’t bad enough…”

“Though I am glad to see you, could you have not come when I was myself and not….this.”

“But you’re so small and cute…” Pouts a bit. “Plus, I missed you Lil Prince…or well, Princess.” Grins.

“I am neither of those things. Not small nor cute, more like tortured and cursed with this blasted form.” Loki sighed, running her fingers through her brown locks. “But if it means anything, I missed your company as well.”

Giggles a little. “You’re small. At least compared to me.” If going by Lucy Hale’s actual size, 5’2”

“Well don’t get used to it, it shouldn’t be lasting very long.”

“Oh don’t worry, I will. You know, Loki, I don’t know about you but I want some ice cream. I think there’s a shop nearby, wanna come? My treat.”

I have been a woman for less than a minute and I am already bored

prince-of-mischief:

sugercube75:

prince-of-mischief:

“As if the first time wasn’t bad enough…”

“Though I am glad to see you, could you have not come when I was myself and not….this.”

“But you’re so small and cute…” Pouts a bit. “Plus, I missed you Lil Prince…or well, Princess.” Grins.

“I am neither of those things. Not small nor cute, more like tortured and cursed with this blasted form.” Loki sighed, running her fingers through her brown locks. “But if it means anything, I missed your company as well.”

Giggles a little. “You’re small. At least compared to me.” If going by Lucy Hale’s actual size, 5’2”

I have been a woman for less than a minute and I am already bored

prince-of-mischief:

“My hate for this form grows by the second.”

Oh you’re like this again? How nice c:

I am fully content now. I just finished fixing up this nice little Eridan rp blog you guys should go talk to him or reply to the starter I have up cuz I put a lot of work into it. c:

Please and thank you~

So This…Halloween

prince-of-mischief:

buckykins:

prince-of-mischief:

Mortals are fond of it, are they not? I have heard so little about the human customs of celebrations, and normally don’t care as to what you celebrate. But I hear this Holiday involves Candy.

So what is this… Halloween.?

Well, first off Halloween is one of the best holidays, besides Christmas and Easter and Valentines Day…but anyway, it’s the day when the barrier between the living and the dead is the thinnest, so every year to hide from monsters or demons and ghosts or whatever people dress up like the monsters and ghosts and stuff to blend in, I think.

But now you just dress up in a costume and run around going door to door saying “Trick-or-Treat!” and then people give you free candy. I’ma be a Mad Hatter this year. -grins-

Well truly I cannot give my opinion since I haven’t the foggiest what any of those things meant.

I do not see what the big deal is about the monsters or the dead, if you wish to visit them, than just travel through the Realms, or venture outside for a hunt. Truly these things are not that exotic.

But Tiffany, you are neither crazy nor a seamstress, why would you want to be an insane rendition of a servant?

Loki, for mortals we’re not used to seeing monsters and dead people a lot. The scariest things we see are like…teachers wearing shorts or something. Everything else we write off as fake and mythological. Like you, usually. If I went home and told my friends that I’m friends with the Norse god Loki, the god of Mischief, people would look at me funny.

Tsk tsk tsk…but Loki, that’s the POINT of doing it! You’re supposed to dress up like something you’re not! And I have sewn stuff before…even if I’m not very good. And I’m a lil sad that you don’t think I’m at least a little crazy… -pouts-

So This…Halloween

prince-of-mischief:

Mortals are fond of it, are they not? I have heard so little about the human customs of celebrations, and normally don’t care as to what you celebrate. But I hear this Holiday involves Candy.

So what is this… Halloween.?

Well, first off Halloween is one of the best holidays, besides Christmas and Easter and Valentines Day…but anyway, it’s the day when the barrier between the living and the dead is the thinnest, so every year to hide from monsters or demons and ghosts or whatever people dress up like the monsters and ghosts and stuff to blend in, I think.

But now you just dress up in a costume and run around going door to door saying “Trick-or-Treat!” and then people give you free candy. I’ma be a Mad Hatter this year. -grins-

Down Time:: Harry Potter M!A:: Open

prince-of-mischief:

“Asking your name would lead to the false assumption that I actually wanted to talk to you.” Loki grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It seemed this girl was going to sit with him, regardless of what he said. He wondered if he was cursed to come into contact with all the stubborn Hufflepuffs.

“I am not ‘cranky’, I am agitated from being so rudely awoken.” He sighed and weaved his hands through his dark hair. “I have no need for your herbs, I have been doing fine without them and I will continue to be just fine.” Loki was about done with this conversation. He found the more that he spoke the worse he felt. It wasn’t necessarily the girls fault, he supposed she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She seemed to be offering her advice out of the goodness of her heart, and the teen felt somewhat bad that her efforts would be wasted. Loki was never one for Friendship….or conversation….or sentiment.

The conversation grew awkwardly quiet, as Loki had realized he had been dwelling in his subconscious longer then intended. He sighed and pushed back his anger. “Loki.” he said bluntly. “Loki Laufeyson. Now if their are no further questions I would very much like to get back to my nap.”

“Touchy.” she pouted and glances at him. It was a little funny to tease and purposely irritate him, even though she knew that was probably the worst idea ever. But still, it didn’t seem like he was in the mood to be doing any chaos or revenge-getting.

“Again, sorry about that. But don’t you want to sleep in your quarters? Wouldn’t that be more comfortable? If it’s about herbs being bitter I swear they taste like candy.”, Tiffany wasn’t sure why she was being so insistent. Maybe she just wanted to be helpful. 

She turns to grin at him. “Loki Laufeyson. Nice to officially meet you.”, Tiffany stood then deciding not to bother the poor kid any longer. “We’ll have to talk again sometime, maybe when you aren’t sleep deprived. I like you.”, she bent down producing a small bag of light green hard candy looking drops and takes Loki’s hand and sets them in his hand before patting it closed. “They really work and I think you should try them because no one I know likes napping outside no matter how quiet it is.” she winks then stands up and turns and starts walking away. “Cya ‘round, Lil Loki~”

Down Time:: Harry Potter M!A:: Open

prince-of-mischief:

“You should really learn pay more attention to your pet, as not all beasts at this school are friendly.” In his mind, the sentence was offered as a piece of good advice. Of course, his tone and groggy attitude had changed his ‘advice’ to a sharp criticism. But either way it was true. Of course, Ikol never had this trouble, but not ever cat could be as wise as his own.

He stared at the girl for a short moment, as if trying to decided whether to vaporize her, or just go back to sleep. His expression clearly showed his distaste from her presence. He had guessed from her colors and rather…large personality, she was a Hufflepuff. Better than a Gryffindor, but Loki was still not a fan. “Look…whatevr your name is.” Loki sighed, rubbing his temple in aggravation. “You have obviously never been in a room with two or more Ravenclaws, let alone the sleeping quarters. This is the only peaceful place where I can recollect my thoughts and rest. At least it was until you showed up. So why don’t you take your cat and leave me alone, and I can just act like this interaction never happened in the first place. Deal?”

“I know that, thank you for the advice, but my cat can take care of himself perfectly fine.”, she shot back at him. She sounded irritated and tired and a lot like her when she was having a terrible day. So she sat down and leaned against the tree beside him but kept a bit of distance.

“I’m Tiffany, thanks for asking. “And ya, I haven’t though Hufflepuff can be pretty chaotic too. I guess all the houses are like that? I dunno. But I could give you a herb that makes you fall asleep so fast.”, she gave him a sideways smile. “It’d probably help with your little crankiness problem here. Then you could pass out in your sleeping quarters and not out here no problem. I’ve used it quite a bit myself and I’ve even gotten it to not taste bitter because really, no one likes bitter medicine.”, she wanted to help, really she did. It was sort of her way of apologizing for waking him up. “You are?”

Down Time:: Harry Potter M!A:: Open

prince-of-mischief:

gimmecandycorn:

prince-of-mischief:

Loki was exhausted, though he wouldn’t show it. Exams were drawing near and he, as well as most of the Ravenclaw House, stressed to perfect the knowledge they had memorized months back. Ravenclaws were known for their excellent grades, and superb academic standings, but even they with their increased intelligence were not exempt from the stress of finals. They found their greatest competition could be sleeping right next to them, which made any lengthy time in the Common Room a stressful nightmare. And even Loki, who was well known for being the best that his house had to offer, couldn’t keep his focus between all the chaos.

Now, although he had a healthy taste for mischief and disorder, he was in no mood to play with his companions already tattered emotions. Between the three all nighters, 7 lengthy novels on everything you need (and didn’t) to know about wizardry, and the effect of a massive sugar rush crashing down on him, he was ready for a long winters nap. But no solitude could be found in his sleeping quarters, so he ventured elsewhere to rest.

The bad mood radiated off of him in thick waves, and anyone who valued their lives knew better than to upset the exhausted wizard. (The last time someone kept Loki from his nap, they had mysteriously disappeared. Only to show up the next day tied to a statue, looking like a skittish cat.) He trudged through the hallways, eager to find a place of peace from the aggravatingly noisy School.

Finally, he had made his way Outside, to where he had come to rest under the shade of a lone tree. Placing a book over his eyes as a sort of ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, he made himself comfortable, hoping he could take a quick nap before his next class…

Tiffany was a 6th year in the Hufflepuff house. She had decent enough grades and with everyone studying she couldn’t help but try and escape the suffocation of the looming exams. She hated studying even when it was absolutely necessary and a little time outside would be best. Maybe she’d do a little reading out there where it was nice and quiet? As she made her way to the area she would usually go to hide away at she noticed a boy against a tree with a book over his face. He looked silly like that.

“What…”, Tiffany nervously edges closer while trying to stay as quiet as possible, which wasn’t too quiet for her. She swore she recognized him from somewhere, he was a Ravenclaw obviously and for a brief moment she wondered why he was out here before her tiger-striped tomcat padded over and started rubbing himself against the sleeping student. “Kody no!”, she hissed at the overly affectionate cat as he jumped onto Loki’s lap and started rubbing against his chest.

Loki wasn’t going to lie, the strange orange tomcat nearly scared him half to death, though he would blame it all on his weariness (he was far to proud to admit to a cat sneaking up on him) The cats affectionate assault had jolted him awake, leaving him more groggy and agitated then he was when he sat down for a nap. Was their no peace in this school?  From the content look on the kittens face as he rubbed against him, Loki assumed not.

Lucky for the cat, his wand wasn’t within easy accessibility. If it was, the furry creature would have been blasted sky high. It wasn’t that he didn’t like cats, he tolerated them far more than the average beast. Loki even had a cat of his own! A black stray he had named Ikol that he adored (with good reason, the cat was as smart and cunning as he was). It seemed Loki just hated other peoples cats.

Or better said Loki just hated other people.

He sent a glare to the miniature tiger, his lip curling up in a sign of disgust and agitation. Damn cat was disturbing his sleep. With a firm flick to it’s forehead, he managed to get the creature off his lap. He figured from its clean coat that this was no ordinary stray, Loki assumed the owner must have been near by. He slipped the book off his forehead and glared into the sunlight (he had always hated the brightness in the sun) to notice a girl who stood a short distance away from them. His expression hardened. “I believe that thing is yours?” He hissed, mood growing fouler and fouler each moment he stood awake.

Quickly Tiffany moved over to the sleeping, or well not anymore, boy and knelt beside him to scoop her own little brown tom into her arms. Best he not be there anymore. “I’m so so sorry, Kody’s really affectionate and he tends to wander off when I’m not paying attention to him. Did he scare you?”, she said quickly and a bit jumbled. To be honest she had started thinking about getting him a leash.

And then it clicked where she had seen him before, he in her potions class but not only that, he was one of the top students in the school, he was one of those super smart Ravenclaws that sort of labeled the whole house as ‘bookworms’. She also remembered that he was troublesome and a prankster and not to leave out the obvious, he was pretty cute too. Though right now? He just looked irritated and like he wanted to turn her poor Kody into dust.

“I…excuse me?” and with one sentence the agitated Ravenclaw had instantly put her off. “Yes, that cat is mine. And his name is Kody. Sorryhe interrupted your nap.” she hissed right back at him. There were a few ways to get on Tiffany’s bad side, most of them weren’t too easy to do, but insulting her cat when he had done nothing but be friendly? That was one. “Why are you out here anyways? The sleeping quarters in your dorm have to be more comfortable than this.”

Down Time:: Harry Potter M!A:: Open

prince-of-mischief:

Loki was exhausted, though he wouldn’t show it. Exams were drawing near and he, as well as most of the Ravenclaw House, stressed to perfect the knowledge they had memorized months back. Ravenclaws were known for their excellent grades, and superb academic standings, but even they with their increased intelligence were not exempt from the stress of finals. They found their greatest competition could be sleeping right next to them, which made any lengthy time in the Common Room a stressful nightmare. And even Loki, who was well known for being the best that his house had to offer, couldn’t keep his focus between all the chaos.

Now, although he had a healthy taste for mischief and disorder, he was in no mood to play with his companions already tattered emotions. Between the three all nighters, 7 lengthy novels on everything you need (and didn’t) to know about wizardry, and the effect of a massive sugar rush crashing down on him, he was ready for a long winters nap. But no solitude could be found in his sleeping quarters, so he ventured elsewhere to rest.

The bad mood radiated off of him in thick waves, and anyone who valued their lives knew better than to upset the exhausted wizard. (The last time someone kept Loki from his nap, they had mysteriously disappeared. Only to show up the next day tied to a statue, looking like a skittish cat.) He trudged through the hallways, eager to find a place of peace from the aggravatingly noisy School.

Finally, he had made his way Outside, to where he had come to rest under the shade of a lone tree. Placing a book over his eyes as a sort of ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, he made himself comfortable, hoping he could take a quick nap before his next class…

Tiffany was a 6th year in the Hufflepuff house. She had decent enough grades and with everyone studying she couldn’t help but try and escape the suffocation of the looming exams. She hated studying even when it was absolutely necessary and a little time outside would be best. Maybe she’d do a little reading out there where it was nice and quiet? As she made her way to the area she would usually go to hide away at she noticed a boy against a tree with a book over his face. He looked silly like that.

“What…”, Tiffany nervously edges closer while trying to stay as quiet as possible, which wasn’t too quiet for her. She swore she recognized him from somewhere, he was a Ravenclaw obviously and for a brief moment she wondered why he was out here before her tiger-striped tomcat padded over and started rubbing himself against the sleeping student. “Kody no!”, she hissed at the overly affectionate cat as he jumped onto Loki’s lap and started rubbing against his chest.

prince-of-mischief:

sugercube75 replied to your post: Loki’s sick? Wow, I’m a great friend. :c but that is kinda funny.i didn’t know gods got sick. Btw, how are you feeling, Loki-mun?? ;;

Oh gosh. I’d also like to point out that if she dies, you do too Loki, since you’re her muse. :l also, Lil Prince, you must be defective or something because you are a god, and you are sick.

Loki: *shrugs* Simple enough, she is a mortal and is therefore weak in body and mind. If anything happens I shall just move onto another suitable host, or just move in with her Sister. I hear that her mind is quite comfortable.

OdinSisterMun: *pterodactyl scream*

Loki: Defective?  *scoffs* Nay, it is most likely just simple side affects from magic potions, or perhaps a bout of over exertion.

OdinSisterMun: No, I see into your future, you are totally defective. And a Snowman.

Loki: What?

OdinsisterMun: What?

-swats Loki on the head- Don’t be mean! Humans are strong, especially females! You ain’t gotta be a prick about it. -pouts-

Loki, you’re defective in the freakin’ brain, god damnit…snow—what.

prince-of-mischief:

Apparently, and I fear it will do much worse if we agitate it!

I do not know of this ‘supernatural’ you speak of, but if you are convinced that it will do something to help, then my all means use as much salt as you find necessary. The damned thing is near magic proofed. Any spell is bounced right back at me. When I tried to burn it, it set fire to my books!

It isn’t awkward, it is more of tactical strategy. Perhaps if  you weren’t so set on running I wouldn’t have to hold you.

Holy shit we’re going to die.

I’m not really convinced though god I really shouldn’t have stuck that thing with you all day now I’m paying for it too. -squirms- AND SHIT I won’t run away if you let me go! I promise! -tries to wiggle out of Loki’s grasp-

prince-of-mischief:

sugercube75:

prince-of-mischief:

prince-of-thunder:

We have a new pet.

kill it with fire.

Surely it is not so horrible to require such measures— 

…

…Why has it not stopped spasming? 

Loki.

Brother, I think it is plotting my demise.

I repeat,

Burn.

It.

With.

Fire.

Careful it requres blood sacrifices.

I believe blood sacrifices are Thor’s area of expertise.

he what

prince-of-mischief:

sugercube75 replied to your post: Noooo, I love you lots, Lil Prince, why would I enjoy watching you suffer? -cackles- Wait wha— -shrieks- Hell no! Why would I want to spend anytime with that demon thing?! It probably eats souls and craves flesh!

godfuckingdamnit FINE. But we’ll need salt. Now let me go! ;; you cruel cruel god. I hope you enjoy your horse-spider baby you PRICK ;n;

Shh! Silence the cruel words,it can hear us.

Do you really think salt will stop that…thing?? And I am not cruel, I am fair. Sharing is a very kind thing to do is it not? So, I amsharingthis with you. You should be thanking me.

*laughs* You and I know very well that as soon as I let you go you will run away faster than Thor runs to a buffet.

Shit can it? I never actually owned one of these demons.

I haven’t watched enough Supernatural to know if it would but I can guess it will! And it’s certainly worth a shot! Why don’t you like zap it or something? Can you do that with magic?

I don’t know about you but I can’t run very quick for very long. But you can’t just hold me like this for the whole day! It’s awkward!