Greetings, unknown visitor. Here you will find a collection of interesting tales from my odd, everyday life. Do not hesitate to approach me, unless you're not kneeling or are plotting anything malevolent.
(Independent Loki RP-ing blog, a mix between MCU and Myth, depending on RP partner. AU and smut is welcome, just not too graphic.)
M!A: None, not accepting.
‘Cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I’m not breaking down
I’m breaking out
Last chance to lose control
Someone take me away from Photoshop and Muse, please…
She laughed at this revelation. “I suppose that is one way to get what you want. Did this guy do anything to you other than want to marry Sigyn?”
He shook his head with a grin, “Not really. I suppose he would’ve a good person and had a nice life if he had not been in my way. It’s a shame his blood was spilled over an ex, though.” He shrugged again, adding after a short moment, “But I suppose that’s the way we’ve all become accustomed to living.”
(Source: a-shadows-lie)
He nodded with a deep and sympathetic frown. He leaned forward silently, holding his arms out, offering a hug to Juliet, unsure if she’s want one of just someone to listen. Regardless, he would provide both, and anything else he could help her with.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered out, voice thick with care and sympathy.
She went into his arms immediately, not hesitating for a second. She needed the contact with someone else.
“I missed you,” she said that words quietly, though she had understood his need to go. Even if she hadn’t approved of the way that he had done it.
He patted her back gently, reassuringly saying, “It’s fine now, okay? It’s all going to be okay.”
The villains and the heroes are merging.
Everything is blurry, time is standing still.
The sky is switching with the ground,
my world is turning upside-down.
My sense of judgement seems to be compromised.
You’re too strong to be denied. (x)
He raised his head further to look at the queen. Queen… something. Perhaps he would be lucky and learn of it without needing to ask.
He nodded at her words, rising obediently as she asked. He turned to her, his posture perfect and his expression calm and collected. He spoke in an even, but slightly hushed voice, “Well I wish to know more about my father, Laufey.” Those words felt odd as they rolled off his tongue, and a rush of guilt ran through him as he spoke. Perhaps this was a mistake, perhaps much too far to ask of a deceased king, a father killed by his own son…
The frozen queen knew all too well what had happened to her husband… She witnessed it with her own eyes; she watched, through her gift of the seer, as her own blood murdered her husband… It had been quite painful, yes. Times were rough on the desolate realm without the mighty king but Farbauti had managed to survive without him, she had managed to bring her people together and become far better than her own husband could even hope to be.
“Come, little Asgardian…” She led the godling away from her throne and out of the crumbling palace to meet the chilled air of her realm. “Laufey was brutish… War was his main concern, that much is true.” The queen allowed a small sigh to escape between parted lips as she continued to walk along with her son at her side. “He could be loving. It was a very rare sight indeed, but it happened still.” Once they reached a large temple, the female Jotun ceased her walking and pointed, “I am unsure of what the All-Father told you of your past, but Loki… You were not abandoned.”
The words stung as she spoke them but it had to be said, for her heart yearned to have her son back, the small infant she lost all those years ago. “That Temple…” She lowered her hand then, “…The children of Jotunheim are required to take part in a ceremony, in which the moons of the realm draw out their fate… The placing of the markings.” Turning to the raven-haired godling, Farbauti placed a gentle hand against his forehead, “You, Loki, were destined to be king. You’ve seen yourself in your natural state, yes? The markings you carry…” She pursed her lips then, shaking her head before removing her hand from his face.
“I’m sure I have said too much…”
He followed along as she led him somewhere, his focus and attention on her voice, and their surroundings. When she stopped, he grew slightly tense, and followed her pointing finger.
What was he looking at, really? All he knew was that her words had begun to sting, and perhaps his visit wasn’t as prudent as he believed.
But, he stayed, listening to her and watching, even if one hand was resting on his armor, and the other defensively lingering close to the secret pouches in his armor.
He nodded slowly as she spoke, trying to imagine the ceremony of a species he knew so little about, despite being one of them.
He tensed as she touched him, and he felt his magic slip slowly as she kept it there, her Jotun touch making his magic subdue and reveal his natural form. That though, only made his panic grow larger, and his own paranoid thoughts grow.
He looked down in shame as he felt his Jotun form slip out from the usual magic he held it back with.
“I know well of all you’ve said, but yet I know I’m only a prince of two realms, wondering if I must take any responsibilities in either realm,” he said as he kept his gaze on his changing skin.
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Keira considered saying nothing, but the words left her quicker than she could stop them “You’ve looking…Peculiar.”
He turned to look at the woman briefly, “Says one I’ve never met before.”
Kei smiled momentarily, hard at the edges “Isn’t that all the more reason to find you peculiar? You’re like an undiscovered species of amphibian.”
He grew more confused, and slightly irritated, “Pardon?”
“That was a rather bad comparison, I’ll admit. It’s the thought that counts.” She shrugged, more to hide the slight urge to curl away than anything.
He nodded slowly… “And you are?” he asked simply to break the silence.
