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storiesofwildfire · 5 years

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That’s the Tea

{ @forsakenmyths -- continued from (x) }

Leiella knew about Fandral. In fact, the stories of the dashing farmer amused her. She had been the simple girl in the castle in Wonderland, who found a home playing in the dirt of the gardens. It had been a hobby of hers that she had brought to the real world, her new home. She had worked with the soil behind the home she and Loki shared, willing it to bring life to the plants and seeds she nestled safely in it. So, yes, she found hope in the story of Fandral – a farmer’s son whom became a great warrior.

Stories of him also made Loki blush, which was endearing to Leiella.

Loki was out on some errands that day. Shopping for whatever Loki desired, lunch with Jor, picking up groceries, and who knew what else. Leiella could have gone with, but she had felt like staying home that day, settling in with her sketchbook and a cup of tea. There was also steal of one of Loki’s shirts, which was easily a dress on her. Sometimes, the hatter simply needed a day to hide away, and Loki understood that. She told him to deliver her best to Jor, promising that she would see him soon.

She had nearly finished her sketch when there was a knock on the door. Lei wondered for a second if she should just ignore it, but she didn’t know if Loki had ordered something, so she pulled herself up from the couch. Lei stood on her tip toes to see out of the peep hole, only to shake her head. “It can’t be..” She muttered, opening the door. “Fandral?” The hatter questioned of the man, whom seemed as tall, if not a little taller than Loki? They were both larger than her five-foot two frame, that was for certain.

The man introduced himself with a bright grin. He looked just like Loki’s drawings, but those did nothing for the true color of the man’s eyes. She invited him in, then put on a kettle for tea. “Loki is shopping and visiting with Jor. I wish he could see his other children.” Those words brought a sigh from the hatter, and she leaned against the counter while waiting for the kettle. Fandral sat on one of the stools at the island, where Lei usually sat while Loki cooked.

“Odin should not have taken Loki’s children. I don’t like a lot that man does. I refuse to call Odin a god. He is being that thinks he knows it all, but I see the look in Loki’s eyes when he misses his kids. Jor misses his siblings.” She gave another shake of her head, causing her long brunette hair to slide down over her shoulders. Lei met Fandral’s eyes. “It might be wrong of me to speak ill of someone I know is your leader…ruler…king…whatever, but I grew up in a castle. People sitting on expensive shiny chairs are not always right. They do not know what it is like to be down on the ground, to see the world from the level of everyone else.”

The kettle screamed, which distracted Lei from her rant. She turned, grabbing it and pouring it over their tea, nodding to the sugar and cream if Fandral wanted some. “Do you know what Odin did to him? To his powers? It’s wrong. Loki wasn’t….he didn’t do all that on his own. Loki is good. I can’t believe, in my heart, that he would ever want to bring the harm that Thanos forced him to do. I told Loki…I would march up to Odin myself and tell the old man the side of Loki I knew. The one that protects…that isn’t some lying trickster.” She gave a small smile, sipping her tea. “He loves a good laugh…but not at the expense of another’s pain. Odin….Odin seems to like the pain of others.” Her doe eyes dropped to her tea, watching the mixture settle.

“Do forgive me for this rant. I – I’m protective of Loki, and I will defend him to anyone that will listen. I’m…I’m a tiny human from a different realm than this one, but it won’t stop me from standing at Loki’s side.” She took another sip of her tea, looking sheepish then, because she realized she might have overstepped some boundary with her words. “I love Loki, and Loki’s children.” Even though she had only met Jor, Lei still had a love for every one of Loki’s children. They were apart of Loki, so it was impossible for Lei not to love them as if they were her own – to feel protective of them. Despite never having carried a child herself.

And that was the bottom line for her – the love she and Loki shared.

♔—- Fandral hadn’t known much of what transpired on Midgard once Loki reappeared there after everyone assumed the younger prince dead. All he (and anyone, truly) understood about the events was that Loki went to Midgard with an Infinity Stones, brought some sort of alien race with him, and waged an attack on the mortals for... well, according to the stories, it was for power, that Loki had gone there to act as some sort of all-powerful God and ruler to a race of individuals that most Aesir believed were not worth their time.

The story, however, did not make much sense to Fandral. While he did witness Loki go a little bit batty after Thor’s banishment, he’d always felt as if there was some sort of underlying issue that he knew nothing about. Loki had never been a cruel person, never one to purposefully hurt or destroy another without real justification or necessity, and watching Loki fall so quickly...

Well, Fandral did feel partially responsible for it, in all truth. Sif had persuaded the Warriors Three to commit treason, to go after Thor as Loki sat on the throne despite both Odin and Loki’s orders to leave Thor in banishment. Loki hadn’t really snapped until that moment, hadn’t actually done anything underhanded or violent until he caught sight of Thor’s friends--of people who were meant to be his friends as well--rushing off to defy him in favor of the elder Odinson.

That betrayal...

Gods, Fandral regretted that more than he could say. Loki had always been good to him, was the reason he’d come to Gladsheim in the first place. Much of his success amongst the royals and elite warriors of Asgard was thanks to the younger prince, and how did Fandral thank him? Treason. Treason because he allowed himself to be so easily persuaded into going to help Thor. In hindsight, Loki had been perfectly within his rights to send the Destroyer after them, to slaughter them all for treason. Had it been Odin, the All-father wouldn’t have hesitated to kill them for their crimes against the throne... Yet they demonized Loki for it, bastardized him, and never even stopped to think about what might have caused Loki’s distress to begin with.

Fandral knew Loki and he knew that Loki was nothing close to power-hungry. He never cared about being king, which was what made Loki’s reappearance on Midgard that much more perplexing. And it wasn’t like he could get any clear answers from Thor or Odin or anyone who might have more insight. As quickly as Loki was pulled back to Asgard, Odin banished him once again, sending him back to the very realm he’d attempted to control.

Guilt weighed heavy on the swordsman’s shoulders, but it was more than guilt that eventually led him to visit Midgard himself. He was curious, wanted answers for things that simply didn’t make up, worried for his lost prince... If nothing else, Fandral wanted to make sure that Loki was all right.

With a little help from Heimdall, Fandral was able to head in the right direction, eventually coming to a small home where an even smaller woman answered the door. She knew him immediately just from looking at him--meaning Loki must have talked about him frequently--but she was kind to him, didn’t show any signs of Loki ever telling her negative stories regarding him, so he was as bright and as bubbly as he could be as he introduced himself and followed her inside once she invited him in.

It struck Fandral as odd that Loki, a prince supposedly desperate for power, had settled down with such a small, lovely mortal in rather modest accommodations. Someone who sought power didn’t have time to sit down and fall in love with someone who didn’t have any power to offer them...

She poured him a bit of tea as she started chatting away. She made mention of Loki’s kids, and while Fandral knew of them, he hadn’t actually met any of them aside from Sleipnir. Odin forbade Loki from speaking of his children to anyone. Loki, of course, did tell a few people, those who were closest to him, those he could trust. It wasn’t a surprise that he’d gone off to visit Jörmungandr, the one who was bound to Midgard...

Though, Loki did have to wonder if the children were part of the reason Loki acted out so much in the first place? Even the details surrounding Loki’s temporary time as the King of Asgard weren’t exactly clear. Had Loki rebelled against Odin for his children? In fairness, no one would be able to blame the mischief-maker, a young mother who had been stripped of the children they brought into the world and forced to watch them mistreated by their own grandfather...

Odin truly had done so much to Loki and the worst of it was? No one seemed to care.

Except for this young woman. She rapidly went off in a fit of defense for her lover. At the very least, Loki found someone who loved him and would go to the ends of the Earth for him if she had to. Vocal and very passionate... no wonder Loki fell for her so easily.

“It’s all right,” Fandral assured her. “Odin has... done quite a bit of damage to Loki, that much I know to be true. Especially when it comes to Loki’s children. I shouldn’t even know about them if Odin had his way. Loki never would have been allowed to tell me anything about them. I am not...” As foolish as it sounded, Fandral was actually afraid to admit that he wasn’t fond of Odin, that he wasn’t exactly loyal to the All-father. To Asgard itself? Absolutely, but to the man on the throne?

“If I said what I wanted to about Odin, I could be held accountable for treason,” he finally decided on saying.

Fandral frowned and reached for the cream and sugar, dropping a bit of each into the tea that Lei poured for him with a soft thanks. “It’s honestly lovely to see that Loki’s found someone who loves him so much, who is so intent on protecting him no matter what. That wasn’t exactly what I expected to find when I came here, but it is such a lovely surprise. I--”

He quieted himself for a moment as she asked him if he knew what Odin did to Loki’s magic and then she made the mention of Thanos. Who was that?

“I assumed Odin stripped Loki of his power, as he did to Thor when Thor was banished to Midgard,” Fandral murmured. “Has he done something beyond that? And forgive me, but who is Thanos? Someone involved in why Loki showed up here in the first place? I--I must be honest, what happened to Loki and the circumstances leading up to his reappearance here on Midgard are something of a mystery. Everyone keeps saying that Loki’s a monster, that he couldn’t get what he wanted on Asgard, so he tried to take it on Midgard instead, but that is... not the person I know. That is not the person I have always known. Loki may be a bit of a prankster and Loki may get into a fair amount of trouble from time to time, but I have always known him to be kind, loving, and generous, and everything I’ve been told and have seen is not lying up with who I know Loki to be. It’s why I came, truth be told, because I wanted to see that Loki was at least doing all right, but I wanted... to understand.”

Perhaps asking Lei without Loki present was improper on his part, but these were the answers he’d been looking for.

#forsakenmyths #c; leiella sauveterre #( side muse ) fandral #( thread ) that's the tea #( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #( ship ; forsakenmyths ) a box of cats ; crazy yet irresistible #( ship ) loki x lei #( long response ) if it were easy everyone would do it #( queue ) it burns queue to have come so close

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storiesofwildfire · 5 years

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I’m Blue

{ @forsakenmyths -- plotted starter for Lei }

♔—- Months had slowly drawn out since Loki’s banishment. Hel, sometimes he lost track of time to the point that he wasn’t entirely sure how long had passed, but it had definitely been more than a year. A solid year of unending torment, of pain that ever so slowly built up over time and left him to find the worst ways to cope with said pain. He turned to some of the most barbaric methods of releasing the pressure that Odin’s curse caused to build up within his own body and, truly, he was mortified by his own actions.

Lei, though, had been a blessing since the moment he met her. After everything, he’d been through on Asgard, with Thanos, and then the defeat he suffered on Midgard (the war he purposefully lost) that eventually led him right back to the man who had made so much of his life a living Hel...

Lei’s strength to show him kindness when he deserved none had been a saving grace, truly, and while Loki wouldn’t fall back on a cliche of saying that she somehow saved him from himself or pulled him out of the darkness or any of that other romance novel trope shit where a goodnatured woman saves a broken and battered soul from becoming the monster he believes himself to be, he would at least admit that she had a vastly positive influence on his life.

She helped with the pain, she offered distractions and ways to alleviate the pent up stress, and she acted as a support system that remained absent from Loki’s life for so many years. Was it any real wonder that he’d fallen in love with her? Was it any real wonder that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her if possible?

But no matter what Lei did for him, neither of them could deny the truth. Something needed to give because sooner or later, Odin’s curse would render Loki so useless, getting out of bed would prove to be impossible. Some days were worse than others, but his symptoms never got better for any extended period of time. One good day often equaled a horrible day the next. Two good days? Three good days? A week? Eventually meant he suffered greatly for them and it was unbearable for him, but it was also unbearable for his lover to watch.

Until a fleck of relief sprouted, a small hole poking itself into Odin’s defenses. Loki didn’t know what could have caused it. A drop in health, perhaps, falling into Odinsleep, someone figuring out how to siphon power from the All-father... Not being on Asgard meant Loki didn’t have many ways to find out, not unless he got in contact with someone he was still on relatively good terms with, but he felt it deep within his veins, the give of Odin’s hold on him.

For days, it weakened, and Loki’s magic seeped out, desperately attempting to push itself back into the normal flow of endless moving through and around him. The weaker Odin grew, the easier it was to push back and once Loki proved to himself that he could actually harness the seidr without harming himself in the process, he pushed Odin’s stolen power away, trying to break the lasting restraints so he could finally be free of the tyrant’s grasp.

Odin must have felt Loki’s pull, his attempt to regain control over himself because just the younger God neared severing their connection for good, foreign and ancient power stolen from many sources seized Loki, gripping him so tightly that not only did it stop his own spells, but it canceled out everything that impacted Loki’s physical and magical nature, including the shape-shifted form that kept him looking Aesir or, more importantly, human.

Given he lived on a realm that didn’t take kindly to creatures that didn’t look like them, running around as a Jotun would definitely prove to be troublesome, but his mindset couldn’t even get that far. That would have been a logical problem to focus on...

But this was the first time Loki had been forced back into the Jotun visage that had been hidden for over one thousand years since that trip to Jotunheim with Thor and the warriors. He’d never even been forced into a full-body shift before, only showing signs of the heritage by cobalt flesh stretching across normally pale features and crimson eyes. He did not deal with the foreign weight of horns curling from his head, nor any of the more intimate changes that took place beneath the veil of proper clothing--not that it would have been all that foreign to a shape-shifter who preferred neither a fully male or fully female form, but still.

Gods, Loki had never even taken the time to properly exam what the Jotun appearance looked like before and now, in the wake of Odin desperately attempting to clamp his chains tightly around the mischief-maker, Loki was stuck staring at a reflection that looked completely alien. Fortunately, he’d been home alone, as he’d asked Lei to pick him up a few things from various shops. The sound of shock and horror that fell pathetically from blue lips hadn’t been heard by any other ears as he reached up to touch the very real horns that protruded from his head.

Was this the reason his helmet had been designed in such a way, the God couldn’t help but wonder?

“No...” he whispered. “No, no, no!”

Several minutes ticked by, wide crimson eyes refusing to snap away from the mirror regardless of how much Loki wanted to look away. An attempt to shift back to the visage most associated with Loki proved fruitless and Loki kept waiting for the change to spark... When nothing happened in the course of ten minutes, he finally dropped his gaze to his own arm--the very same arm he’d seen shift when that Jotun grabbed him in hopes of freezing him. His opposite hand fell from the horn to his forearm and he tried, again, to spark a change, to shift back to that Aesir form that allowed him to pretend this wasn’t real.

Nothing changed.

And then he heard the lock to the front door turn and the door swung open...

“Shit...”

#forsakenmyths #c; leiella sauveterre #( thread ) i'm blue #( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #( ship ; forsakenmyths ) a box of cats ; crazy yet irresistible #( ship ) loki x lei #( long response ) if it were easy everyone would do it #closed starter #{ lmao I thought my title was hilarious okay XD }

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storiesofwildfire · 5 years

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Into the Woods

The Reaper ;; @lxvingdeadgxrl -- continued from (x)

“This is where her phone last pinged.” The reaper murmured, checking his own device once more as he and Loki trudged through the thick underbrush. “You’re sure she didn’t mention where it was that she was going? What she could be doing out here?”

He didn’t like this, not one little bit. His connection to the mortal necromancer ran deep, but for one reason or another, he couldn’t get a proper sense of where she was. This had never happened before.

She was his charge, after all, and he a guardian angel to her…

Of a sort, at least. Reapers weren’t really meant to protect, after all, but who else but a Reaper could look after someone as gifted as she? That connection meant he should be able to find her, regardless of where she was, be it Earth or Asgard, or anywhere else.

It was because of that disrupted connection that he’d reached out to the one she’d been seeing. The Asgardian Prince who’d stolen her heart. A strange situation, to be sure, but Joakim was happy for her all the same. Shit, lord knew that kid’d had it rough throughout her life, it was about time she was able to catch a break. Loki truly seemed to care for her, if his concern and urgency when told of the situation was any sort of indication, and Joakim knew that Wynter loved the Prince with all of her heart in return.

“I don’t like this…”

♔—- "She didn’t tell me anything,” Loki reaffirmed. “It’s strange. Given the... stress that we’ve been under for most of the course of our relationship--the dangers we’ve faced--we usually keep in pretty close contact. I don’t expect her to tell me everything. We don’t keep tabs on one another to any sort of extreme, but if something is important or something will keep us away for some sort of stretch of time, we keep one another in the know. For one another’s peace of mind if nothing else. If she was going to wander off this far for so long, she would have told me about it prior.”

Unless, of course, Wynter wanted to protect Loki from something she feared would cause him great harm. Thanos, perhaps... He didn’t want to think about that, to think that the Mad Titan had somehow tracked Wynter down, lured her away, and now had her in his clutches. Loki didn’t fear much, but Thanos definitely ranked amongst the highest and having such a close attachment to another person only frightened Loki more if the being that singlehandedly drove him bonkers was now holding onto the woman he loved.

But he did his best not to jump the gun. There were surely other explanations for what was going on, but Loki assumed none of the answers were particularly good ones...

“And if neither of us can track her, that’s a bad sign,” Loki added. “You said through the bond you share with her that you should be able to find her no matter where she is. Similarly, I can use my magic to track her whereabouts and I’ve tried. Nothing’s indicated where she could be. She’s not dead. That’s all I’m certain of.”

Surely, between the Reaper standing next to him and his daughter being the Goddess of Death, they would have been able to figure out by now if Wynter had died.

“But how does a person just disappear without a trace? Without being able to be tracked by two people who should be able to find her without a problem?” He tried so desperately to keep the fear out of his tone. The God so rarely allowed vulnerability to shine through his calm demeanor, but this situation brought out the worst. Stomach in knots and heartrate thrumming faster than usual, Loki was nothing short of afraid.

“What do we do now?”

#( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; joakim #lxvingdeadgxrl #short response #thread; into the woods

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“Please don’t die.” (Lei)

{ @forsakenmyths } || send “Please don’t die.” to find my muse bleeding profusely or send “I feel lightheaded” for the reverse – status; accepting

♔—- She was pretty sure she wouldn’t die. The injury shouldn’t have been enough to kill her, as she had suffered so much worse in her years, but God’s, she certainly felt like she might be. The lightheadedness that greeted her was the worst she’d felt in years and keeping her eyes open proved to be a difficult venture.

Perhaps she’d been hit harder than she first realized? The blow had been powerful, of course, but the pain? She hadn’t really felt anything, numbed by the pure brutality of taking a blunt weapon to the back of the head and thrown a sizeable distance. The jerking of her neck and body seemed far worse than the actual blow, but blood seeped down her neck, staining her top as it freely trickled down her back.

Her breathing picked up too, uneven and desperate for oxygen, though she didn’t actually panic. No fear trickled into her system, no real consensus that she might be dying. In truth, she only wished to sleep, but sleeping with such a serious head injury was the last thing anyone needed to be doing, even a Goddess.

At least she managed to slaughter her attacker before they could do anything worse–like actually kill her, or worse, go after Lei while she’d been crippled. For someone with such a powerful swing and such determination to end her life, he’d been remarkably easy to kill. A conjured dagger to the heart, once he got close enough, was all it took to take him down. How typical.

“Lei–darling, shh,” she whispered quietly, both of her bloodied hands reaching up to take Lei’s. The girl desperately tried to stop the bleeding with a sweater she’d been wearing, forever ruined by the elder woman’s blood, but Loki’s fingers wrapped around Lei’s wrists with enough pressure to silently tell her she was still there. Weakened? Sure, but down and out? Absolutely not.

“I need you to call Asmund. Remember the enchanted mirror I showed you?” Her speech patterns sounded normal, she just spoke at a slower pace. Whether that was intentional or not was difficult to determine, but she didn’t bother trying to correct it. “That allowed me to speak with some friends back home? Speak Asmund’s name into it and it will contact him. Tell him what’s happened. Heimdall will send him down if Heimdall isn’t already sending someone to help.”

It was true, Loki could willingly hide from the Watcher’s sight. As far as she knew, she was the only person in all of Yggdrasil that could, but it took complex and powerful magic to accomplish and Loki didn’t have that in her at the moment. Besides, what would be the point of hiding from Heimdall when he was one of the few who could help her in a quick pinch.

“I am going to be all right, I just need a bit of assistance healing. Please. If you can get ahold of Asmund, it will only take a few minutes for him to get here. He can help. He…”

Her words came slower and slower and her eyelids drooped heavily, threatening the oncoming of unconsciousness. Even a Goddess couldn’t deal with the type of blood loss she now experienced and her head throbbed angrily, spinning in a way that actually made her nauseated. She had no choice but to close her eyes if only to keep the world from rolling off-kilter.

#ask Loki #Loki #lady Loki #answered prayers #forsakenmyths #c; leiella sauveterre #( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #( ship ; forsakenmyths ) a box of cats ; crazy yet irresistible #( ship ) loki x lei #( long response ) if it were easy everyone would do it #tw; blood #tw; violence #tw; gore #{ i mean... not really but just in case I guess )#( queue ) it burns queue to have come so close

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LUST

{ @nottobecrossed } || send me a sin for a starter and/or drabble – status; accepting

LUST – intense longing, sexual or otherwise, that subverts propriety.

♔—- ”Eden–” She pushed him back by the shoulders until his head was in the pillows at the head of his bed and rather than climb atop him to straddle his hips, she nudged his knees apart and settled between his thighs. Odd, really, since the only closeness they shared up until this point was on the rare occasion when Loki’s magic built up to the point of agony and Eden took it upon herself to honor their agreement. Occasionally drinking his blood hadn’t brought them quite so close.

His blood dripped from her lips, as such an event just happened. It didn’t seem to treat her well, whenever she drank from him, he always felt guilty for the aftermath. Digesting his blood seemed to hurt her, even if only temporarily, but it wasn’t normally the type of thing to lead to physical closeness, and her pressing so close to him directly afterward was… shocking, alarming, almost?

“What are you doing?” he asked, though he never once tried to fight her or push her away from him. In truth, his body gave into her direction, resting in the position she desired and allowing his knees to fall apart to give her more room. Confused, yes, but unwilling? His body certainly said no.

How did he feel, though?

Well, he didn’t really know. Allowing himself to feel anything serious for anyone, trusting someone to get so close to him, physically, emotionally, or otherwise? Had been nothing short of impossible.

“You’re hardly so eager to stick around after you’ve bitten me…” He couldn’t help the tiny little smirk that tugged at his lips despite his confusion. “Are you feeling all right?”

#ask loki #loki #loki laufeyson #answered prayers #nottobecrossed #( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; eden

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👌

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♔—- ”I could never have guessed from the hostility radiating off of you when we first met, but… I always did have a thing for biting.”

#ask loki #loki #loki laufeyson #answered prayers #nottobecrossed #( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; eden

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“The fun doesn’t have to end.”

{ @lxvingdeadgxrl } || morning after starters – status; accepting

♔—- “Mmm?” Loki murmured, clearly not even fully awake yet. Strange, considering he was usually the first one to wake up each morning. Loki didn’t really require much sleep and a good thing too, because the mischief maker rarely slept more than a few hours. Today, however, seemed a bit odd. Perhaps he was just exhausted from the night before? “What?” he continued, once it finally dawned on him what Wyn was insinuating. “Why are you even awake right now, Wyn? The sun’s not even rising yet.” Maybe Wyn got a taste for topping the night before and was too thrilled with the results to sleep?

#ask loki #loki #loki laufeyson #answered prayers #lxvingdeadgxrl #( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; wynter davenport #( ship ; lxvingdeadgxrl ) and if i seem dangerous would you be scared?#( ship ) loki x wynter

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storiesofwildfire · 6 years

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❝ I’m not as strong as you. ❞

{ @lxvingdeadgxrl } || Thor Ragnarok sentence starters – status; no longer accepting

♔—- “And how is it that you measure strength, my dear?” Loki asked, lifting his gaze just enough to hold hers. He reached out and took Wynter by the hands. Both of them, so she couldn’t pull away from him, even if she wanted too. She needed to hear what he had to say and he couldn’t risk her turning away from him.

“Physically, yes, I may be stronger than you. With magic? Perhaps. I was born into a species that naturally grants me endurance and strength and I have over a thousand years of magical training and refining under my belt, but to me, those things don’t make me stronger than you. Why? Because I’ve seen you grow into a remarkable woman, one who has endured so much suffering and lived in so much fear, and yet had found a way to see the best in people and hold onto the brightest parts of reality. You haven’t turned to the dark, even when you had every justification to. You’ve even seen the good in those who may not have deserved it and you’ve helped other people better themselves because that’s just the kind of person you are.

“To me, strength lies in those who have gone through the worst the world can throw at them, and yet they still have the ability to have a large, open, and giving heart. That doesn’t describe me. Not one bit, but it does describe you.”

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❛ I can’t believe we are doing this. ❜

{ @guiltweathered } || ‘I can’t believe…’ sentence starters –status; accepting

♔—- “We don’t have to, if you’re uncomfortable,” Loki reminded him, though they were probably both rather uncomfortable by this point in their conversation. “I just thought that, well…” Silence fell for a moment as he attempted to sort out what he wanted to say. Usually, Loki’s silver tongue allowed him to weave his words seamlessly together in a way that made people lap up everything he had to say, but now, he found that he was having a little bit of trouble doing that. It was rare, but it happened from time to time.

“Since I’ve been living here and I’ve been in such close proximity to you, I’ve noticed that a lot of our traits are very similar. Especially when it comes to past trauma and how we deal with it. I thought that maybe talking about it could help us both, especially since, if you’re like me, you keep it to yourself most days because you don’t want to talk about it and you think that no one will understand. It’s isolating, in a way, and exhausting, but now we’re in the company of someone who could understand.” Another round of silence. “But we don’t have to do anything. I’ll leave you alone to work if you’d rather.”

#ask loki #loki #loki laufeyson #answered prayers #guiltweathered #( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; tony stark #{ i... was gonna use this as an opportunity for loki to kiss tony tbh #but then i said no #fuck that #i'mma make it feelsier than that #so... you're welcome :3 }

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👌 (Lei)

{ @corruptedandforsaken } || send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine – status; accepting

♔—- “Is that right?” Loki asked with a small smirk as she came up behind her significantly shorter girlfriend and wrapped her arms around her from behind. “Should I take this as a request, then?”

#ask loki #loki #lady loki #answered prayers #corruptedandforsaken #( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #v; lady loki #c; leiella sauveterre #( ship ; forsakenmyths ) a box of cats ; crazy yet irresistible #( ship ) loki x lei

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storiesofwildfire · 6 years

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A YULE GIFT FROM LOKI ;; @lxvingdeadgxrl

♔—- Loki kept both of his hands cupped over Wynter’s eyes as he led her into the small library he set up for her. “I know this might be a bit over the top for Yule, but...” He pulled his hands away, revealing the wall-to-wall shelves of textbooks, some new, but mostly old and even ancient, complete with a rolling ladder for easy access.

“But I took it upon myself to find as many textbooks as I could on magic and necromancy, not just from Asgard, but from all over. There are some books from Ancient Egypt, some from Greece, some from other realms entirely. Even Hel, my daughter, donated quite a few books on necromancy for this collection. When I told her about you, she seemed quite interested in meeting you. I think you’d be able to learn a lot from her, but I also just... want you to meet my children.” Okay, he was rambling now, wasn’t he?

“Merry Christmas, my darling.”

#( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; wynter davenport #lxvingdeadgxrl #( ship ; lxvingdeadgxrl ) and if i seem dangerous would you be scared?#index; loki #filed under; affiliates #gifts from loki #gifts for wynter #christmas 2017 #it burns queue to have come so close #( ship ) loki x wynter

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storiesofwildfire · 6 years

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flashback!

{ @lxvingdeadgxrl } || send me “flashback!” and I’ll tell you something that traumatized my muse – status; no longer accepting

♔—- “Have I ever told you about Sigyn?” Loki asked. “I mean, I know I’ve spoken of her. I know you know she was my former wife and she died a few years after we were married, but did I ever really go into detail about her?” Probably not, because Loki still held a tremendous amount of guilt on his shoulders over what happened to the only person he’d ever actually married.

“After a couple of years of marriage, we decided to try for children. Aesir aren’t exactly… the most fertile creatures. Due to how long they live and how much they can endure, having children isn’t the easiest thing in the world for them. For Sigyn and I, however, it took very little time to actually conceive a child. Twins, actually. At the time, I had no idea that I was a Frost Giant. I had no idea that my fertility would naturally be much higher than that of an average Aesir. I had no idea that conceiving wouldn’t take more than a couple of months. I expected years, perhaps even hundreds of years, which is why we started trying at such a young age.

“But because I didn’t know I was a Jotun at the time, I didn’t know of all the risks that would come with mating with me. She seemed… fine, though. Aside from the average pregnancy symptoms and running a bit colder than her natural body temperature should have been, she was fine. She always encouraged me not to worry, but I was there with her almost always. I had Asmund keep a close eye on her. As my personal healer, the person who’d been taking care of me since I was an infant, I trusted him above all others. He even knew of my Jotun heritage and he kept a close eye on her throughout the first three months of her pregnancy.

“But I was called away from Asgard for some off-realm assignment that my father insisted I was needed on. Asmund wanted to come with me because of the risk factor and, honestly, having a healer along wasn’t such a bad idea. Even Sigyn encouraged him to go and as much as I wanted him to stay with her, I conceded and allowed him to come with me. Sigyn had a miscarriage while we were away. Sudden spikes in complications that ultimately resulted in her losing the babies. All because I hadn’t insisted that Asmund stay with her while I was away…”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “When I got home, I was devastated to hear the news, but I tried to be strong. I hid my pain so I could comfort her and help her recover. But she couldn’t handle the knowledge of knowing that she failed her own children, that she failed me. I spent several months with her, refusing to leave her side, doing my best to see that what happened wasn’t her fault, that sometimes bad things just happen to good people. I thought she was getting better. So, when another off-realm assignment came up, I left for a couple of weeks. I received word that she took her own life… I should have just stayed with her, but I didn’t.”

His hands came up to cover his face for a moment. In a lot of ways, he’d moved on. He loved Sigyn dearly, but his love for her didn’t stop him from loving again. It was the guilt that the tragedy left on his shoulders that he still couldn’t shake.

“To this day, I find myself wondering if Odin had something to do with it. Not with Sigyn’s death, really, but with the miscarriage. He’d already done such horrible things to my elder children. Exile, imprisonment, slavery… Perhaps he feared my children so much that he did something to Sigyn that caused her to miscarry? I have no proof of that, mind you, but I can’t shake the feeling.” Perhaps it was his guilt manifesting a way to ease the ache just a bit?

“But even now, it frightens me that such a thing could happen again. I often find myself thinking of our future together, of potentially marrying and having children. But I don’t… want to be responsible for killing you too, Wyn.”

#( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; wynter davenport #lxvingdeadgxrl #( ship ; lxvingdeadgxrl ) and if i seem dangerous would you be scared?#ask loki #answered prayers #c; sigyn #index; loki #filed under; affiliates #filed under; headcanons #tw; suicide #tw; suicide mention #tw; miscarriage #tw; miscarriage mention #( ship ) loki x wynter

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storiesofwildfire · 6 years

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He sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know, I know. I really did not want to do this but it seems like the only option at the moment." He raised his gaze to Loki's, "I swear, I will give it right back, but it is ultimately up to you." He crossed his arms and waited for the Jotun's decision.

{ @exit-stage-crowley }

♔—- “Can you at least… explain to me what will happen if I agree to this?” Loki asked. “Forgive me for my ignorance, but I’ve never loaned my soul to someone else.” And as much as he tried to sound nonchalant about the concept, he had a difficult time keeping his voice from shaking. Underneath what he hoped was his normal, calm demeanor, he was afraid of accepting Crowley’s offer.

But he was also afraid of turning it away.

He was in so much pain and, truly, he had no idea how much more of this he could actually endure. Asking him to suffer such horrible pain was truly unfair and it was only damaging him in the long run, but what did he have to lose if he went without a soul? Everything.

“Just… walk me through it? What you’ll do with it, how it’ll affect me, if there will be any sort of permanent damage. Please…”

#( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; crowley #exitstagecrowley #ask loki #loki #answered prayers #{ wow... loki's actually scared... haven't seen this in a while }

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storiesofwildfire · 6 years

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Loki, my friend, I'm terribly sorry, but I am unable to determine how to break Odin's curse.

{ @exit-stage-crowley }

♔—- A deep, disappointed sigh fell from the God’s lips, but he couldn’t be too angry. After all, his father was thousands upon thousands of years old and Crowley, as brilliant and devious as he was, only lived a few centuries. He was brilliant, but perhaps not quite experienced enough to perform the task with which Loki charged him.

“That’s all right, my friend,” Loki said with a soft smile. Surprisingly, it wasn’t forced, despite the bad news. “I appreciate the help anyway. Perhaps there is no choice but to suffer through it?” He grimaced at the thought. Gods, he was already so miserable.

#( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; crowley #exitstagecrowley #ask loki #loki #answered prayers

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storiesofwildfire · 7 years

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Desperation

{ @eliseelinaeriksson }

♔—- As far as Loki was concerned, being exiled to Midgard wasn’t much better than rotting away in a prison cell. Sure, he had more freedom here. He could come and go as he pleased and he could actually live a life on Midgard. Gods, he could even go to visit his son, Jörmungandr, if he wanted to. In truth, he often did go to visit the serpent. Jor spent a lot of his time on land in Aesir visage so he could explore and mingle with humans.

Loki went to see his son for two reasons, the first being the natural desire to seek out his only family on Midgard. He didn’t have many allies on Earth and Jörmungandr would keep him from getting too terribly lonely. Jor offered him a home, a place to feel safe, and love where he couldn’t find it anywhere else.

He also went to his son in hopes of being able to rid himself of the curse that Odin placed upon him. The curse that made him think his sentence on Midgard wasn’t any better than living in a cell. The All-father saw it fit to make sure that Loki didn’t act out during his time in exile, but he didn’t accomplish this by stripping him of his power as he did to Thor. No, instead, he bound Loki’s magic within his body, cutting off his ability to summon and use it. Despite leaving him physically unharmed or unaltered, it was extremely painful. The longer Loki went without allowing his magic to flow in and around him properly, the more the build up created uncomfortable pressure that, over time, left Loki in a crippling state of agony.

But even Jörmungandr, with all of his power and all of his understanding of magic, could not free Loki from his fate.

His son agreed to travel with him in search of others who may be able to assist them, but for months, it seemed like their searching was pointless. Yes, there were some Midgardians who had a particular talent for magic, but none of them seemed to have any idea of what to do for Loki when they confronted him. None of them were strong enough or skilled enough or comprehending enough to work out the puzzle brought before them.

And Loki grew weary the longer he and Jor searched. The pain he was in became unbearable and he feared that soon, he may not be able to function at all. There were very few things he could do to relieve some of that pain and the methods he did harbor were... absolutely barbaric.

“Try not to give up hope,” Jor murmured as they neared a small bookstore with the words “Reading Room” written across the entrance. “We haven’t run out of options just yet. Come on, we’re close to another source of magic. I can taste it in the air.”

“I haven’t given up, Jor,” Loki assured his son. “It’s just hard when I’m blinded by pain. I’m certainly glad you’re here with me. I don’t know that I’d be strong enough to do this on my own.”

“You would be,” the disguised serpent insisted. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

#( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #c; jormungandr #c; elise eriksson #eliseelinaeriksson #( long response ) if it were easy everyone would do it #thread; desperation #closed starter #( side muse ) jormungandr

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