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hiddlememes:

Loki concept art as seen in the book “The Art of THOR The Dark World.” Available thru Amazon.

goddamnhella:

Shitty Texts: Loki - ‘Artistic licence is bullshit

Frostiron adventures for Zely

Happy Birthday, love! May this special day be as fun and exciting as the interactions between these two (but with no throwing out of the window outcome [unless you’re into that stuff] ) <3

torrilla:

……

According to “Joss Whedon: The Biography,” in stores August 1, Hiddleston, who plays antihero Loki in the film, wrote Whedon a heartfelt email after reading Whedon’s draft for the first time.

We’ve published Hiddleston’s letter in full along with Whedon’s response with permission from Chicago Review Press below.

Joss,

I am so excited I can hardly speak.

The first time I read it I grabbed at it like Charlie Bucket snatching for a golden ticket somewhere behind the chocolate in the wrapper of a Wonka Bar. I didn’t know where to start. Like a classic actor I jumped in looking for LOKI on every page, jumping back and forth, reading words in no particular order, utterances imprinting themselves like flash-cuts of newspaper headlines in my mind: “real menace”; “field of obeisance”; “discontented, nothing is enough”; “his smile is nothing but a glimpse of his skull“; “Puny god” …

… Thank you for writing me my Hans Gruber. But a Hans Gruber with super-magic powers. As played by James Mason … It’s high operatic villainy alongside detached throwaway tongue-in-cheek; plus the “real menace” and his closely guarded suitcase of pain. It’s grand and epic and majestic and poetic and lyrical and wicked and rich and badass and might possibly be the most gloriously fun part I’ve ever stared down the barrel of playing. It is just so juicy

I love how throughout you continue to put Loki on some kind of pedestal of regal magnificence and then consistently tear him down. He gets battered, punched, blasted, side-swiped, roared at, sent tumbling on his back, and every time he gets back up smiling, wickedly, never for a second losing his eloquence, style, wit, self-aggrandisement or grandeur, and you never send him up or deny him his real intelligence…. That he loves to make an entrance; that he has a taste for the grand gesture, the big speech, the spectacle. I might be biased, but I do feel as though you have written me the coolest part.

… But really I’m just sending you a transatlantic shout-out and fist-bump, things that traditionally British actors probably don’t do. It’s epic.

Whedon wrote back with a simplistic response:

Tom, this is one of those emails you keep forever. Thanks so much. It’s more articulate (and possibly longer) than the script. I couldn’t be more pleased at your reaction, but I’ll also tell you I’m still working on it … Thank you again. I’m so glad you’re pleased. Absurd fun to ensue.

Best, (including uncharacteristic fist bump), joss.

evankart:

my Coriolanus drawing for Tom Hiddleston event & Thranduil drawing’s the full length prints :)

quietmomentsincomics:

The Immense Talent of Esad Ribic pt 1

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Be humble for you are made of earth.
Be noble for you are made of stars.
Serbian Proverb (via whatalovelythought)

Interviewer: The brothers don’t really get along in the movie…x

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kingloptr:

mairael:

kingloptr:

I want fic where Tony and Loki are together and sometimes they get absolutely plastered and sit together on their bed giggling like children while Loki shows off his magic for Tony—making little holograms, sparkles, glowing glitter, twirling his long fingers and creating fun (and…

o oo! I know which fic you are searching for! Please do read ‘Shades of Green’ from the amazing Gemsir! Your plea truly reminded me of the fic in lots of ways! I would like to explain to you why, but I don’t want to spoil you haha :”D But I can guarantee you that there will be a lot of Norse mythology bound to Loki’s character. You read the story from Tony’s POV and most of the time Loki is very busy of mind and often won’t explain his actions or words, which will in turn leave Tony doubtful about the truths of his words and speculating about Lokks actions and magic. Trust is bound to a very thin threat in this story, but the moments when the both of them get the closest to reliable to each other is when they forget their walls, leave glimpses of truth through their layered masks and forget their pasts, present and future. And this only happens when the two of them see each other as one, when in evenings the sea calms, the island sleeps, and they are filled with passion and fascination for each others being.

..uu I have trouble explaining all xD But I promise you, the ‘fluff’ moments with long fingers, plays of magic, references to vague Norse pasts, sparkles and fire will be there! ..but their relationship builds slowly, and Loki isn’t trusting, as Tony isn’t naive (only when their minds break and ugh xD shhh me)

I found a little dialogue to convince you! (its from the 2nd chapter, no big spoilers, in further chapters magic will play more boundlessly..) 

Tony recognized that in his absence the god had turned towards the pile of wood Tony had collected a few hours ago. His lips moved constantly, but his eyes were closed as if he was sleeping. One arm was sprawled out away from his body, the hand lay only inches away from one of the branches. Nestled in his palm the dark blue light lingered, every now and then flickering a bit.

Tony crouched next to Loki’s head to listen to his whispered words, his eyes fixed on the small light. He couldn’t understand him properly, so he hesitantly brought his ear close to the god’s lips. He felt like he was holding his head into the open mouth of a crocodile, waiting for it to snap. It took him a while to understand the words Loki was repeating like a mantra between soundless gasps.
“Rœk fyrinn! … Lāt .. hann eigi slokna! …Rœk … fyrinn! Lāt hann … ei-eigi … slokna! .. Rœk fyrinn! …Lāt ha-ann … eigi slokna! … Rœk-k fyrinn! … Lāt hann eigi … slokna!”
Tony lifted his head again, unable to understand the meaning of these words. It sounded like an old language. He was not quite sure if they were part of a spell Loki was performing or if the god was addressing him. Maybe he could hear him, so Tony said soothingly: “I don’t understand what you are trying to tell me, buddy. Is there something I can do?”

Loki’s lips trembled, but no words left them. Instead his fingers stretched out slightly, as if to reach the branch. Tony held a short inner debate if he could trust the trickster or not. He decided he would have to find out and drew the branch into Loki’s open hand.

The blue flickering light instantly licked around the wood, growing bigger by the second. Its color changed from dark blue to a soft green to bright yellow and finally to a rich orange, its flames eating hungrily at the bark.

Tony lifted the branch out of Loki’s hand and took in the sight of this god-made fire. It was of his own kind, really. This were the first flames Tony would actually describe as dancing. The color was familiar now, but the sound it made was calming in a way he up to this moment didn’t think possible.

He lay the branch on top of the pile and watched the fire grow bigger. The wood made a few cracking noises and a long needed warmth spread out around the fireplace. Tonys gaze fell to the open hand, now empty and motionless. He lifted Loki’s arm closer to his body and wrapped his cloak over his chest. “Thanks,” he whispered to the god, and meaning it.

He watched Loki’s face for any sign of reaction, but there was none. A sheen of sweat covered the bruised and cut skin. Tony put his palm on the forehead and it felt like the god was burning from the inside. Thor once told him that Loki was the God of Fire as well, so Tony had no idea if this temperature was normal or not.

Again, he could do nothing but wait. He stood up and settled in front of the fire, across from Loki, and watched the god through the flames. The fire didn’t seem to need much, leaving the wooden pile in almost the same form as it was long moments ago.

A few minutes later Tony’s eyelids grew heavy and he fell in a deep dreamless sleep.

Source: Gemsir - Shades of Green

Please do tell me whether you like the fic, I would love to have a talking buddy about this one because it broke my heart at so many places haha xD ..and make sure to comment to Gemsir as well! I know she can need all the support she gets to keep this fic going!

you are a beautiful soul and I will be sure to read this over the next few days

whudwnjk thank you, you are too kind! I am very glad my rant was of help!! ..uu but I so wonder whether its a good thing I sent you this fic, stay strong! (Em)brace yourself!! Enjoy the good moments! Be in complete awe and please let me know when your heart needs aiding <3

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Sorry about the blood
in your mouth.
I wish it was mine.
Richard Siken, “Little Beast.” (via literarymiscellany)

kingloptr:

I want fic where Tony and Loki are together and sometimes they get absolutely plastered and sit together on their bed giggling like children while Loki shows off his magic for Tony—making little holograms, sparkles, glowing glitter, twirling his long fingers and creating fun (and…

o oo! I know which fic you are searching for! Please do read ‘Shades of Green’ from the amazing Gemsir! Your plea truly reminded me of the fic in lots of ways! I would like to explain to you why, but I don’t want to spoil you haha :”D But I can guarantee you that there will be a lot of Norse mythology bound to Loki’s character. You read the story from Tony’s POV and most of the time Loki is very busy of mind and often won’t explain his actions or words, which will in turn leave Tony doubtful about the truths of his words and speculating about Lokks actions and magic. Trust is bound to a very thin threat in this story, but the moments when the both of them get the closest to reliable to each other is when they forget their walls, leave glimpses of truth through their layered masks and forget their pasts, present and future. And this only happens when the two of them see each other as one, when in evenings the sea calms, the island sleeps, and they are filled with passion and fascination for each others being.

..uu I have trouble explaining all xD But I promise you, the ‘fluff’ moments with long fingers, plays of magic, references to vague Norse pasts, sparkles and fire will be there! ..but their relationship builds slowly, and Loki isn’t trusting, as Tony isn’t naive (only when their minds break and ugh xD shhh me)

I found a little dialogue to convince you! (its from the 2nd chapter, no big spoilers, in further chapters magic will play more boundlessly..) 

Tony recognized that in his absence the god had turned towards the pile of wood Tony had collected a few hours ago. His lips moved constantly, but his eyes were closed as if he was sleeping. One arm was sprawled out away from his body, the hand lay only inches away from one of the branches. Nestled in his palm the dark blue light lingered, every now and then flickering a bit.

Tony crouched next to Loki’s head to listen to his whispered words, his eyes fixed on the small light. He couldn’t understand him properly, so he hesitantly brought his ear close to the god’s lips. He felt like he was holding his head into the open mouth of a crocodile, waiting for it to snap. It took him a while to understand the words Loki was repeating like a mantra between soundless gasps.
“Rœk fyrinn! … Lāt .. hann eigi slokna! …Rœk … fyrinn! Lāt hann … ei-eigi … slokna! .. Rœk fyrinn! …Lāt ha-ann … eigi slokna! … Rœk-k fyrinn! … Lāt hann eigi … slokna!”
Tony lifted his head again, unable to understand the meaning of these words. It sounded like an old language. He was not quite sure if they were part of a spell Loki was performing or if the god was addressing him. Maybe he could hear him, so Tony said soothingly: “I don’t understand what you are trying to tell me, buddy. Is there something I can do?”

Loki’s lips trembled, but no words left them. Instead his fingers stretched out slightly, as if to reach the branch. Tony held a short inner debate if he could trust the trickster or not. He decided he would have to find out and drew the branch into Loki’s open hand.

The blue flickering light instantly licked around the wood, growing bigger by the second. Its color changed from dark blue to a soft green to bright yellow and finally to a rich orange, its flames eating hungrily at the bark.

Tony lifted the branch out of Loki’s hand and took in the sight of this god-made fire. It was of his own kind, really. This were the first flames Tony would actually describe as dancing. The color was familiar now, but the sound it made was calming in a way he up to this moment didn’t think possible.

He lay the branch on top of the pile and watched the fire grow bigger. The wood made a few cracking noises and a long needed warmth spread out around the fireplace. Tonys gaze fell to the open hand, now empty and motionless. He lifted Loki’s arm closer to his body and wrapped his cloak over his chest. “Thanks,” he whispered to the god, and meaning it.

He watched Loki’s face for any sign of reaction, but there was none. A sheen of sweat covered the bruised and cut skin. Tony put his palm on the forehead and it felt like the god was burning from the inside. Thor once told him that Loki was the God of Fire as well, so Tony had no idea if this temperature was normal or not.

Again, he could do nothing but wait. He stood up and settled in front of the fire, across from Loki, and watched the god through the flames. The fire didn’t seem to need much, leaving the wooden pile in almost the same form as it was long moments ago.

A few minutes later Tony’s eyelids grew heavy and he fell in a deep dreamless sleep.

Source: Gemsir - Shades of Green

Please do tell me whether you like the fic, I would love to have a talking buddy about this one because it broke my heart at so many places haha xD ..and make sure to comment to Gemsir as well! I know she can need all the support she gets to keep this fic going!