"You know what keeps running through my head? 'Where's my sandwich?'"
I admit I painted Thor in part because I really, really wanted to paint Loki.
It’s not just Tom Hiddleston’s glorious face (although, obviously, that’s not an insignificant part of it), or the fact that since I’m not that into long-haired blondes, Loki is my default option. I don’t necessarily have a thing for supervillains who enjoy murdering dozens of people or have delusions of ruling the world (but I could, because, well, Tom Hiddleston). I love Loki because I can selfishly empathize with the guy. I bet we could finish each other’s sentences. Really. I mean, as long as they were about being the younger, less charismatic child, all-star, golden-boy siblings, and parents with high expectations.
I understand that’s the whole point. The Successful Superhero always has flaws that we fall in love with as we watch them save The Girl or Humanity or The World. I remember flipping through my sister’s X-Men, Superman, and her Image Comics collection, searching for the empathetic, smoking hot, female superhero. I would have liked for it to have been Jean Gray, Rogue, or Witchblade. Marrow was the only one that came close.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that I found my identity – nearly two decades later – most closely tied to a jealous, supervillain space Viking. We can’t all be perfect. Loki would probably agree.
[I know I kind of screwed this one up because his hair obviously isn't dark enough...but hey, that just means I get to paint him again, right?]