do you ever cry because a black haired little boy wandered into your life when you were a kid and made you believe in magic and now many years later he’s still there with you and you just know you will stay at his side always no matter what because he’s just so important
I sat here thinking “That’s a highly specific personal experience for 43k people to relate to” for way too long before figuring out what this post was about
can we just agree that hermione doesn’t give two shits about throwing rocks in the water. she knows exactly what she’s doing bless her
HE LITERALLY JUST TAUGHT HER WHAT SHE TAUGHT HIM IN THE FIRST BOOK
SWISH AND FLICK
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING
[SCREAMS OUT LOUD]
ok but i want canon bisexual steve rogers to be a complete non-issue. like maybe it’s just mentioned casually but explicitly in passing, or maybe AoU/cap 3 opens with steve on a date with a dude and it’s going terribly, a la jane in thor 2. can you imagine???? steve rogers on a date with this hot guy but it’s just so bad because no shared life experiences, and he gets a call to save the world half-way through and has to run off. can you imagine???????? imAGINE IT
Magic, Knifes, the Staff and trickery.
Fighting with intelligence and strengh.
or why do I find this arousing
This is…so…hot. <3
Loki fights without wasting motion and also fights EXTREMELY close range. For someone who uses magic while they fight, look how close he gets to his opponent even using his staff. His preferred weapons are knives and he uses even shorter ones than Frigga does and he tends to use an icepick grip more often than not, which generally indicates either a knife fighter who has no experience whatsoever, or one who is extremely experienced and using that grip in a sophisticated series of attacks. Loki is the latter considering close quarters combat requires precision, speed, and the ability to make split second decisions because there isn’t any room for error in fighting that close.
Consider that in addition to the fact that he’s often multitasking by spell casting at the same time he’s fighting…
Loki is a lot of unsavory things, but he’s also a warrior. Thor wasn’t letting his little brother tag along on adventures out of pity. Loki earned that place by being deadly whether the other warriors really understood HOW deadly his style is or not.
“Up until the late 1980s, the consensus amongst most martial arts experts was that the icepick grip was the mark of an amateur, and that one who chose to attack using such a grip was easily disarmed….in the hands of a reasonably proficient fighter (such as Eskrima practitioners), a knife held in this fashion is remarkably fluid and can deliver multiple cuts from a variety of angles simply by manipulating the wrist. Such flexibility of technique make it extremely dangerous to attempt to immobilize the knife hand by grasping the wrist, as it can quickly circle around and do damage to tendons, nerves, or blood vessels." - wikipedia
(What does it mean when you fact check one unreliable website with another unreliable website. Whatever. I’m trying to be more skeptical.)
1. I love that this is accurate meta.
2. I love learning a new thing.
3. I love that this fighting style hella suits Loki’s characterization. An old school fighter sees the grip and thinks this’ll be too easy. But then he tries to immobilize the wrist and boom an unexpected manipulation leaves him suffering a lot of nasty damage. As if Loki didn’t only just develop a complex about being under-estimated, he made it useful by incorporating it into to his technique.
Just gonna also point out that the copy Loki makes in Jotunheim proves that Loki’s copies can be ‘touched’ - Loki was able to maintain that copy even after a jotun ran through it. The copy only faded once Loki wanted it to (the moment shown in gif 2. Note he is completely prepared, unlike other situations where you could argue that Loki’s copies faded because they were not needed, or because he had been surprised/jolted by Thor making things explode in AoE attacks.)
I love how so many people completely forget this aspect of Loki. he didn’t survive a thousand years (or however you want to tally it) at Thor’s side without knowing how to not only survive combat, but be quite efficient, even without Thor’s bloodlust. In fact, Thor’s bloodlust could only temper and hone Loki’s skill and style, making sure to handle the angry mobs Thor draws. It’s a lovely counter-point and good combination of styles.
How can you have lived for so long and still not get it?
“You can talk to them?”
Salazar jumped and jerked his head around. He had not heard her approach, had not realised that anyone was listening. A small snake with dull copper scales hissed as it darted back into the grass and out of sight.
Helga felt a flush of shame at having startled Salazar, but she could not swallow her curiosity. “You talk to them – and they understand? They talk back?”
He nodded, his expression still and guarded. “Yes. We have an understanding.”
She had not intended to eavesdrop on him. Though could it be called eavesdropping, when she could not decipher the words he was speaking?
Helga had been wandering through the sunlit forest when she heard it. A voice, first soft then harsh, twisted through the trees. She couldn’t understand the words which sounded slurred, strangled – but she recognised Salazar’s voice. It made no sense. Then she realised that he was speaking another language. Parseltongue.
Rowena had always been suspicious of Salazar’s alleged ability, calling it a ‘dark’ art. Helga wasn’t so sure. “What were you saying to it?”
Salazar burst into a rare fit of laughter. “Do you honestly want to know what I was saying to a snake?” His amusement had melted away any feelings of awkwardness. “It is hard to describe. What they say - if you can put it that way - doesn’t translate exactly.” He shrugged. “If you must know, I was gaining its trust. When they trust, they obey. It’s a kind of affinity.”
Helga stared. “It’s… amazing,” she said, awestruck. “I would dearly love to be able to do the same.”
The smile slipped from Salazar’s face, but his expression was not unfriendly. “Would you?” he murmured.
She laughed. “Of course!” The sun had sunk low and the light that filtered through the trees was tinged red. “Come,” she said, turning back to the castle, “it grows dusk.”
(requested by anon)