metalshell:

(I have nother Sifki for youuu!)(sorry not sorry)

metalshell:

(I have nother Sifki for youuu!)(sorry not sorry)


then i’d just fade into you

then i’d just fade into you

All this is dangerous, this is dangerous

Sifki Week Day 6: period drama AU.
"Do you dance, Mr. Laufeyson?"
“Not if I can help it.”

dynamics-of-combustion:

I don’t like the memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself for this day. It’s a constant battle. A war between remembering and forgetting.

 

theinfamousramen:

liona5:

Fangirl Challenge  [15] pairings  Loki / SifI  (04/15)

starthors:

thought i had an answer once - a loki/sif fanmix
»requested by stars-show-your-fires

i. afraid // sarah fimm ii. twice (cover) // james alan iii. another heart calls // all-american rejects iv. salt of the earth // lovedrug v. utopia // within temptation vi. our great divide // tarja turunen vii. your evil soul // the spill canvas viii. white peak/dark peak // 65daysofstatic

starthors:

thought i had an answer once - a loki/sif fanmix

»requested by stars-show-your-fires

i. afraid // sarah fimm ii. twice (cover) // james alan iii. another heart calls // all-american rejects iv. salt of the earth // lovedrug v. utopia // within temptation vi. our great divide // tarja turunen vii. your evil soul // the spill canvas viii. white peak/dark peak // 65daysofstatic

thrysdottir:

Words. He used them flawlessly to conceal every sleight, entrancing the audience with every sound that came out of his mouth as effortlessly as he pulled tricks out of his sleeve. They called him the Silvertongue, what with his uncanny ability to distract his spectators with his pretty words and his unusual charm.

She watches him go through the same routine night after night, sees past his honeyed words and deceptive hands.

She watches himthe way his eyebrows arch, the brightness of his chrysolite eyes shining against the stage lights. His mouth — every pout, each slow parting of his lips. His hands — long, slender fingers performing each trick with practiced ease.

He watches her, too; knows she’s been there every night for the past three weeks. Captures her eyes from the stage, lingering for a few moments before pulling another rabbit out of a hat.

He calls her from the audience one night, asks her to pick a card.

He pulls out a wrong one on purpose, “Is this your card?” he asks, and all he lets her give him is a raised eyebrow and an unimpressed smirk before he flips it over, revealing her true card. “Always knew you weren’t one for the queen of hearts anyway.” He winked at her, and leaned in close. “But I’ll let you be mine.”

"Maybe if you put your silvertongue to better use."

Magicians AU - Sif/Loki

thrysdottir:

Words. He used them flawlessly to conceal every sleight, entrancing the audience with every sound that came out of his mouth as effortlessly as he pulled tricks out of his sleeve. They called him the Silvertongue, what with his uncanny ability to distract his spectators with his pretty words and his unusual charm.

She watches him go through the same routine night after night, sees past his honeyed words and deceptive hands.

She watches himthe way his eyebrows arch, the brightness of his chrysolite eyes shining against the stage lights. His mouth — every pout, each slow parting of his lips. His hands — long, slender fingers performing each trick with practiced ease.

He watches her, too; knows she’s been there every night for the past three weeks. Captures her eyes from the stage, lingering for a few moments before pulling another rabbit out of a hat.

He calls her from the audience one night, asks her to pick a card.

He pulls out a wrong one on purpose, “Is this your card?” he asks, and all he lets her give him is a raised eyebrow and an unimpressed smirk before he flips it over, revealing her true card. “Always knew you weren’t one for the queen of hearts anyway.” He winked at her, and leaned in close. “But I’ll let you be mine.”

"Maybe if you put your silvertongue to better use."

Magicians AU - Sif/Loki


"there is a fine line between love and hate. Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it.” ― Cecelia Ahern

"there is a fine line between love and hate. Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it.” ― Cecelia Ahern

darling heart, i loved you from the start
but you’ll never know what a fool i’ve been

theleonhearted:

These two ruined my life a little extra hard today, so have a sketchthing.

theleonhearted:

These two ruined my life a little extra hard today, so have a sketchthing.

fimbuldraugr:


Loki/Sif AU

Sif is a pirate queen, the nightmare of sailors who cross her ocean territory, who warns her crew often to watch out for mermaids, sirens of the sea that infamously lured unsuspecting men into the water to drown them. Her knowledge and sense is questioned, however, when she finds a dying merman splayed on a rocky area of beach and secretly cares for him until he’s healthy again. By then, the merman has grown attached to her, and cannot bring himself to kill her.

She sat the edge of the rock, her bare legs and feet folded beneath her, as the merman drew nearer. He was exactly as the stories said he should be, long and lean, with a scaled green tail that pushed him closer and closer to her, and dark hair, curling slightly as it was exposed to the dry air. He put his hands on the edge of her rock and lifted himself up out of the water, wordlessly asking her permission. 
She put her hand in his damp hair, and leaned in to kiss him. He smelled and tasted like the ocean she’d grown to love so much since captaining her ship, and as she kissed him and ran her hands over his shoulders and chest she thought she swore she was kissing the deepest part of the ocean itself.

fimbuldraugr:

Loki/Sif AU

Sif is a pirate queen, the nightmare of sailors who cross her ocean territory, who warns her crew often to watch out for mermaids, sirens of the sea that infamously lured unsuspecting men into the water to drown them. Her knowledge and sense is questioned, however, when she finds a dying merman splayed on a rocky area of beach and secretly cares for him until he’s healthy again. By then, the merman has grown attached to her, and cannot bring himself to kill her.

She sat the edge of the rock, her bare legs and feet folded beneath her, as the merman drew nearer. He was exactly as the stories said he should be, long and lean, with a scaled green tail that pushed him closer and closer to her, and dark hair, curling slightly as it was exposed to the dry air. He put his hands on the edge of her rock and lifted himself up out of the water, wordlessly asking her permission.

She put her hand in his damp hair, and leaned in to kiss him. He smelled and tasted like the ocean she’d grown to love so much since captaining her ship, and as she kissed him and ran her hands over his shoulders and chest she thought she swore she was kissing the deepest part of the ocean itself.

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