I love me some Lady Loki. Even if she doesn’t love me. Look at her right here, just like “Pfft. Humans. All squishy, rotting, whatevs.”

Hit the jump for the full extent of her dismissiveness.

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Oh, the loins. They seethe. They rage. They gnash against their limits. For they have seen the holy triumvirate that is Lady Thor, Lady Loki, and Lady Sif. Together. Yes.

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During Boston Comic Con I came to the conclusion that I am in love with Lady Loki. Don’t matter who is cosplaying her. Don’t matter what’s going on in those pantaloons. I’m down. Whatever we’re talking about wrangling. Lady Loki, I choose you.

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For my money, there are few cosplay ideas that I enjoy more than Lady Loki. All that sexy sultriness, plus the have those phallic reminders stapled right onto her dome-piece. Yus.

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Yo, Lady Loki. How are you doing? I’d like to get to know you. Go to Valhalla. Hang out.