16 Personality types - Loki as INTJINTJ PERSONALITY – Loki Laufeyson
I got a request from :iconGreen-Nicole5: which wanted me to do a more specific personality of Loki, to know more of him as a INTJ.
What does INTJ stand for?
INTJ is the four letters that can describe your personality.
The (I) means Introverted. Introverted means that the person is a thinker, a quite person, one who think before they talk, they often have fewer friends than other. They are happy with their own presence instead of others.
The (N) means Intuititon. Intuitition means that the person is very future looking, or they think mostly on what could be or how it will be. They are very deep and is very imaginary when it comes to thinking and theoretical.
The (T) means Thinking. Thinking is pretty simple to understand, the person would rather plan something than jump straight into it without a plan. They are logical and would prefer to do things the logical ways and not often affected by feelings. They wouldn’t want a sweet lie instead of
Thor 2 - Loki fanfic - The 913th dayThor 2 - Loki fanfic - The 913th day3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Nine hundred and twelve days ago the All-Father had removed the shackles and gag and confined him to this white crystal prison. No ceremony of judgment. No trial by his peers. As if, indeed, a thing existed for a Jotun stolen and raised to believe he was Asgardian. Simply his not-father and his not-brother escorting him to this crystal box encased in magic negating spells.
Attention riveted on the amalgam of ancient stone and sleek crystal, he'd jerked when they approached it.
Its aura had radiated wrongness. It had pulsed towards him, sucking at his power. He'd wanted to whimper. And hated that. Hated his weakness. A real Asgardian wouldn't have balked. At least the gag had spared him the indignity of them knowing.
Odin's thick fingers had dug painfully into his bicep. "Loki." The look in Odin's eye had been … complex, unreadable. He would've spit in it if he could've. "Do not make this punishment more difficult than it has to be."
"Father," Thor said in that questioning
Troubles (LoixOc)Suzanne sat there unhappy with her predicament. Wasn’t it bad enough her head was reeling with the events of the last month? And now here she was, sitting on Tony Stark’s private plane with him and Pepper Potts, going to some location that was on the map and she didn’t care to look it up. She didn’t want to be on this vacation. Her attempts to tell Tony that this was the worst thing for her were futile. So here she was, listening to her ‘guilty pleasure’ music and gazing out the window. The worst part, she lost her confidant, Clint Barton, for the next week. All thanks to the Director saying that since she was with Iron Man, Hawkeye had no reason to tag along.Troubles (LoixOc)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Hey!” She snapped from her thoughts and whipped her head around to look at Tony.
“What?!” She retorted rather harshly.
“We’re here. Jeez, you really do get lost in your music don’t you?” Tony commented as he snatched her iPod away from her hand.
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Imprisoned. Imprisoned until a proper punishment for all of the bloodshed, havoc and villainy he committed would be seen as justified. When he stood before his peers and beside his brother all he did was glare. He never once let a word slip through his lips to either defend or damn himself. He merely stood in a calm silence. That was all the surface of his being told all else. What they failed to see was the hatred boiling inside which he ever so calmly hid. His mind was chaotic and uncharacteristic, never focusing on one subject alone. Thoughts of revenge, murder, hate and not necessarily towards others raced through his mind. The occasional wandering thought of what kind of punishment he would have to endure sparked but for mere seconds. As youths he and his so called brother endured punishments for misdeeds and disobe
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Every healer was busily tending to what survivors there were, and with every moment more and more arrived. Loki carried the young girl to him, holding her close. He could feel the stares of everyone as he passed by, wondering what on earth he was doing with this child. He didn’t care what they thought. Let them wonder. Let their minds create whatever horrid stories they would. His only concern was for the child in his arms.
By now the child had stopped crying, and lay still in his arms as she looked around curiously. When the healers were in sight, she had gripped tighter to Loki’s neck, as if she feared being separated from him. He relished the child’s innocent touch. She trusted him completely – it was not something he was used to.
Loki was almost to the healers when someone blocked his path. Loki glared at Thor, who eyed him suspiciously.
“What is this, brother?” Thor inquired, staring at the little child that looked up at him with
Avengers OC - Precious HalleAvengers OC - Precious Halle4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
First Name: Precious
Middle Name: Elizabeth
Nicknames: Strawberry (by her father)
Birthday: 26th September 1989
Star Sign: Libra
Chinese Zodiac: Earth Snake
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Accent: Posh London
Skin Tone: Fair
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 11 Stone
Blood Type: A plus
Face Shape: Heart
Hair Colour: Deep Copper
Hair Length: 4 Inches past her shoulder
Hair Style: Straight/Ponytail/Bun/Wavy
Eye Shape: Prominent
Eye Colour: Emerald Green
Body Shape: Hourglass.
Waist: Well defined
Breast Size: D
Lip Shape: Full
Right Handed or Left Handed?: Right
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A Loki One-Shot
The cold...it should be affecting his body more, but there was naught a shiver to be had. Another sign of the unavoidable truth of what he really was. But was he truly a monster? Does being a Jotun automatically constitute that he was a creature of evil? Certainly he was chaotic, but evil surely not? Was that not pushing the boundaries a little too far?
It was obvious that Odin did not want him on the throne, and since Thor's banishment, Odin himself had declared that the use for his adopted son had run out; all his precious plans, ruined by his own blooded son. Blood was thicker than water, and he, Loki, was not of Asgardian blood, that was to be sure.
But, he loved Asgard. Asgard was his home, the place he was raised and the place he had protected all his life. And then there was Frigga, the woman who had raised him with Odin was unable. Frigga, the woman who still loved him, even now, so obviously that Loki had
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You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.