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abzzz3 · 6 years

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Let Me Prove You Wrong (Part 10)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: You go on an expedition to find evidence of Midgard connecting to Yggdrasil, the Ash Tree connecting all nine realms, not really believing it could be totally real.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of horrific nighmares

Word Count: 1,560

Your eyes flashed open and a gasp escaped your lips, free of what horrors had just played through your mind. Your eyes adjusted to the room around you as your chest heaved, as though you had been holding your breath before waking up. Your room was as it had been when you fell asleep, a total mess with just your armchair cleared in case Loki decided to stop by and wanted to sit down. You had been dating for a few weeks now, but hardly anyone knew, and he still tried not to sit on your bed or stay the night, out of decency for you.

Because of this, he wasn’t here right now to calm and sooth you, and as much as part of you wished he was here, the other part of you was grateful he wasn’t. You had been having these nightmares for a couple of weeks now and you didn’t want him to worry about you, much less see you in this state. The first night this started happening you were so horrified by the images and the fact that your brain could imagine them that you had thrown up the fish you had cooked that night. Then each night followed as the one before, with nightmares of varying disgust and horror waking you, a cold then hot shower and back to bed for whatever time you had left before your alarm rang.

Tonight was no different, except that this time by the time you were out of the shower it was only an hour until your alarm went off, so you decided to head to the office early. Arriving before anyone else was very uncommon for you, but you worked with a group of people who would generally keep their noses out of other people’s business. Especially yours, as you all knew that you were the least experienced and knowledgeable one in the room, but you got the impression they liked your company so it wasn’t all bad. You unlocked the door and turned on the lights, lighting the entire room instantly as though it was midday, before heading to the coffee machine on the kitchenette bench and turning it on. The coffee ground loudly and the milk frothed, mixing together to make the first of many coffees for the day.

“Morning (Y/N)!”

You jumped, almost spilling part of your coffee on the floor, and turned around to see Dr Evans walking in.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”

“That’s alright, I was in my own little world anyway. Are we still set for midday?” You asked

She nodded, proceeding to make her first coffee for the day “Yes, the team is all packed to go, now we just need to make sure we’re not missing any information to take with us” She confirmed

The book you had all been studying for the past few weeks had given information about a location in the center of Russia that was believed to be where Midgard connected to Yggdrasil, the Ash Tree that connected all the nine realms. Of course none of you really believed that particular part of the lore, though Thor and Loki would probably swear that it existed.

The rest of your morning was spent checking and re-checking everything and packing a bag of clothes to wear because no one was sure how long they would be there for, at most a couple days you were all expecting. You still hadn’t told Loki exactly what you were doing in Russia for the next couple of days, and as if on cue he turned the corner and headed towards the Quin-jet to see you off.

“Hello darling” He greeted, quiet enough so no one else heard “Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you?”

“I haven’t even told you if it’s Norse, it could be Greek” You replied, and that all-knowing smirk appeared on his face

“You have been studying that book none stop since you got back. It’s not going to be Greek”

He did have a point; most of the stuff we worked on was Norse as that was most obviously the immediate requirement.

“I know what’s in Russia, (Y/N)” Loki whispered, brushing his fingers against yours, respecting your wishes to keep the PDA out of public eye

“Please be careful, there are things in that cave that you don’t want to open”

You could hear the concern in his voice and right then, you totally believed that if you went deep enough you could walk out onto the branches of Yggdrasil and make your way to any of the other realms. But, even that was too farfetched right now for you to take it completely seriously and a lot of lore (specifically folklore) has been embellished over time and completely flipped on it’s head to the point where what you actually discover is probably just an unearthed gold deposit underground, or an un-natural coloured water that is totally natural for the chemicals in the area.

“That’s why we have the handbooks and all the information we can find about it. I’ll be fine, I promise” You consoled him, lifting up the very thick, ring bound handbook that your team had made.

You both said your goodbyes and you left, wishing to have given him a hug before leaving, but your mind was lead elsewhere as everyone was briefed on the area, and what we are looking for. The briefing was more for the expedition team who would be helping us gain access to the cave and stay safe in there. As you neared closer, everyone put on their heavy winter gear and goggles, wanting to make this transition of everyone and all the equipment from the Quin-jet into the cave as quick and seamless as possible with the harsh weather that was awaiting them.

The cave was still at freezing temperature for the first few kilometers in, but then it began to get warmer as we made our way down and in, lights being turned on as you went and it got darker.

“We’ll set everything up here” Dr. Newman called and everyone halted to begin unpacking the equipment and setting up their base

You kept looking ahead though, noticing a gradual change in the colour and texture of the rock for the rest of the distance you could see.

“I’m going to keep walking for a bit, I’ve got my walkie-talkie if anyone needs me” You called out, not waiting for a reply before putting one step in front of the other

The brushed your hand along the cave walls, watching your step as you walked and just so full of curiosity and adrenaline that you wanted to keep running until you either reached the end of the cave or some magical, over-exaggerated doorway. You didn’t though; you stayed calm and walked steadily until you felt something underneath your shoe, and looked down to see a small patch of fully thriving moss. You fumbled with the walkie-talkie and began speaking.

“Guys, I’ve found plant life down here. I think there’s more up ahead”

You kept walking forward, hearing them say they’d sent a team to you and to make sure not to touch anything yet. Every step you took though exposed more moss until nearly the whole floor was covered and it was climbing up the walls, to the point where you could almost swear it was turning into grass. You were holding your breath and it was only because of that did you hear dripping water, and you froze. You could definitely see how this could be considered the start of Yggdrasil.

Now you were jogging towards the sound, stopping every thirty seconds to make sure it was getting louder.

“There’s water down here guys, I can hear it”

There was no response but you assumed that was just because the team was getting close to you and they could also hear it. You weren’t sure how long you had been walking for, but it only felt like 20 minutes, which made it so peculiar when you saw a small gap in the stone and stuck your head through gasping. It was an absolutely huge reservoir that would be impossible to find the bottom of and on the roof was a tree branch the size of a double Storey house and the length of the entire space.

“Guys, I think I found it”

Still no reply. You had taken a few steps in to the space by now but didn’t dare go any further, especially as you now weren’t hearing anything from the others. You turned around to make your way back through the crack that should have been directly behind you, but there was nothing now.

“Shit. It was right here, I swear it was right here” You muttered to yourself, anxiety setting in and spiking to maximum instantly

You dropped the lamp and began feeling the wall for the entrance, walking along the whole ledge you were on in case you had moved further than you thought, but there was nothing. You were trapped. You fell to the ground crying, and unsure of how to handle this or what to do next, hating yourself for not staying with the group. Your anxiety was so high that your vision started to blur and you passed out.

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childrenofathoria-rp-blog · 7 years

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◆Out Of Character Information◆

Name/Age: Raven, 24 Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Timezone: EST Desired Character: Nita

◆Character Information◆ (1) What pronouns will your character be using? Would you like to list their sexuality at this time?:

She/her - Bisexual

(2) Any changes or comments?

Nope!

(3) Why this character?

Of all the characters I’ve played, Nita would be the most human of them. She may be a werewolf, but she wasn’t always one and she’s no Angel or Demon. She doesn’t serve a higher purpose like they do, she lives for herself and Anshega. Her humanity is a very important factor and I’d love to play around with that aspect in situations that challenge her morals. She doesn’t seem to stand for a side of good or evil, but a very neutral zone exclusive to her own motives. It’s so refreshing since I rarely play characters with such a neutral aspect. Nita would have a lot of freedom to branch out and get involved in all sorts of situations since she travels so much.

(4) Interpret this character:

I pretty much plan on portraying her as someone who has a huge chip on their shoulder. I feel like, up until the early days of her trade, she had a pretty honest outlook on life. I wouldn’t call her naïve, but she definitely had a positive viewpoint of the world and her place in it. She would have just started up her business and Nita didn’t think twice at how her image or social status would affect work; she thought it wouldn’t make a difference. All it took was one guy who was pompous enough to show her how little she actually mattered. I don’t think she ever got over that, so she spends a lot more time than she should trying to prove that she’s good enough.

I headcanon that, for some reason or another, Nita’s parents were in some sort of danger. I imagine that her mother was a Ronin wolf and her father was the human. They stopped in a tavern one evening and left a note for the one of the cleaning women to find attached to Nita in her basket. Instead of casting her out to some orphanage, a young woman named Marie, the head cook in the tavern, decided to raise Nita as her own. It was through Marie that Nita learned her love of cooking and how she was taught to make spices. When she has some down time, Nita can be found in her home, making all sorts of meals from recipes she’s gathered from cooks all over the country.

Until Nita traveled to Hala, she had no idea of her lineage. I feel like she never questioned her urges around full moons and considered her enhanced strength and agility as being naturally fit. Leeds is a tough place, but considering her sort of innocent demeanor before her humiliation I doubt she’d been in enough situations to properly test those limits. So when Nita became a full werewolf, I think that she took to it pretty well. After her humiliation, I think she found a sense of security by becoming something superior. With a pack to guide her, she’d have finally felt at home and centered. Nita loves to hunt and run. Given her profession and tendency to travel, she’s honed her senses of scent and hearing.

I feel like Nita’s always been a killed fighter, even before her warrior training. Although, her warrior training would be a lot more extensive. Being trained in the manner wolves would be a lot different than the mundane style of fighting. Her largest setback at becoming a warrior, of course, is her temper. What Nita lacks most of all is discipline, so in the right situation, I can see her succumbing to blood lust easily. She had a tough time during her first full moons, but presently, she handles herself just fine.

I’m not quite sure on the adventures Nita’s going to get into just yet. But I’d like for her to get to a point, one day, where she might give up trading to be a warrior full time. Based on her connections, Farryn isn’t putting her full attention to Nita’s training. Instead of traveling, she could be training instead so she might have to pick one over the other. This could also lead her to seek training elsewhere, given her impatient nature. I’d also like to explore Nita finding out who her parents were. Although, that plot would be good for flashback threads. I’d also like to do a flashback of the massacre she caused as well. Also, given her temper and tendency to succumb to bloodlust, I’d like to get her into a situation where she screws up and has to bear the consequences.

Nita understands how important the relations between Anshega and the Crown are, but personally she doesn’t care for King Nathan. Although, I do think that she respects the way the monarchy enforces the law and the sense organization they bring. She doesn’t want anyone else unfairly suffer as she had. I also imagine that her stock is highly sought after by the King’s esteemed cooks. She’s pretty much only concerned with how much the crown is willing to pay her to support herself and Anshega. Since they’re her only family, the pack holds a special place in Nita’s heart. She doesn’t know what she’d do without them and doesn’t mind using her profits to support them.

◆ Interview Questions ◆ (1) Have you ever killed anyone after you murdered all those people who humiliated you?

“Only when I have to. But I’ll admit, after the incident, fighting was...difficult. I’d get flashes of that night. The chaos I caused, the blood on my hands. I felt stained — ruined and I let that fucker do that to me, let ‘em change me. I try not to be that monster I was, a thing that was neither bear or wolf. I stop at knocking ‘em senseless and if they get back up, then I make sure they don’t. Try to keep it swift, clean. I love to fight, but killing ain’t nothin’ to smile about.”

(2) Describe why you love the spice trade and how you learned to grow such a successful business?

“Everyone knows I love a good drink, but I love to eat too! I grew up workin’ in a tavern in Leeds, serving drinks and cookin’ in the kitchens. My boss could make the most delicious pot pies and her secret ingredients were spices. She used to make ‘em by hand and taught me to do the same. I didn’t think it was fair that only our customers should experience good food like that so I decided to start up my own business and spread that joy. At first, I started givin’ out samples, showed people that meats seasoned with peppers and coriander tastes a lot different than ones without. Soon enough, cooks all over town were offerin’ to pay for my spices. See, the trick to my success is that makin’ the stuff takes a lot of discipline and hard work. It might even be more tedious than farming, so people don’t want to do it. A lot of the plants I use are found all around the country. So unless you got the right soil, it wouldn’t be possible to grow half of the stuff I sell. Spices are rare and in high demand and as long as that factor remains, I’m always gonna bring in coin.”

◆Writing Sample:◆

Cold, gray eyes studied Nita from across the table. For a long moment that’s all the man did was stare at her. As if he were waiting for some illusion to fade, to make sure that what he was seeing held true. “Is there a problem, sir?” The trader asked, her expression puzzled. Before her, sat four small jars of cinnamon, saffron, turmeric, and vanilla. Nita thought it was wise to offer samples of her product. Her old boss, Marie, always said that if you gave them a taste, then they’d want more. The wealthy warlock before her hadn’t so much as sniffed any of the samples yet. “Is there somethin’ on my face? What are you starin’ at me like that for?” She offered him a nervous grin.

“What is the name of your company?” He asked.

“Ursa’s Spices, sir. Though I already told you th──”

He cut her off. “And how did you, a peasant, become the proprietor of this company?”

“I built it from the ground-up myself...Are you callin’ me a thief, sir?!” Nita’s temper flared, that wild, animalistic part of her rose to the surface. Marie always said that she lived up to her namesake. That there were times when she truly believed that Nita had been conceived by some beast or bear; her temper could be a force of nature.

“A filthy, bloody-cunted, thief is all you are!” He boomed. “You come here to my estate, dressed like a marauding wench, with your outlandish prices and cheap lies. I bet you stole those casks off some carriage. You could have at least come dressed like a proper merchant, perhaps this sales charade would’ve been believable!”

Nita stood so quickly that her chair toppled over. “I’m the farthest thing from a god damned thief! Fuck you!” She began to gather the samples and stuffed them into her knapsack. “I ain’t gonna stand here and be accused of being a criminal. There are plenty others out there willin’ to buy what you won’t and they’ll treat me like the businesswoman that I am.”

The brunette turned away and made for the exit, but the warlock’s mercenaries entered the room and blocked her path. She wouldn’t even be allowed to leave, he already condemned her without any valid proof but his own suspicions. He could have used magic to erect the truth, could have probably read her mind too, but the bastard was arrogant. Nita fought as hard as she could with a club, blade, tooth and nail but it wasn’t enough. Her workers had been apprehended as well, but they were released after being beaten. Nita, on the other hand, was kept by the warlock to be humiliated. He stripped her publicly, lashing her back with a leather strap before forcing her in a frilly dress. They styled her hair and chained her to a cross right outside his estate for all to see.

“This isn’t fair!” She cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming. Nita already did her crying and the fire in her dried her tears, leaving only simmering rage. “You can’t do this to me! Where’s my trial, where’s your proof?” She said for the thousandth time; the words had become a mantra, the only thing keeping her from breaking any further. “Why won’t you listen to me!” She screamed, her dread intensifying the moment she saw the branding iron being brought her way. “Get that thing away from me!” The warlock let it hover closely to her face, teased at pressing it to her breast, then finally mashed it against the back of her palm.

Nita didn’t have any more strength in her to cry out, the sound seemed to get caught in her throat before dying there. The silent wail wracked her frame as the heat bled into her, burning away her hope, leaving resentment in its place. The light in her eyes died and her head sunk in defeat; she’d been shattered completely. And even if she put herself back together somehow, Nita knew she would never be the same again.

#athoria accepted

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