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[theadoptedprince]

Hello! I don’t know how many of you are still around, but if any of you are I wanted to let you know that I am writing Loki again on @silverscreengoldenpages​!

[theadoptedprince]

Hello! Long time no see! I just wanted to let you know that I will be rebooting this blog as a sideblog very soon. Stay tuned for details!

[theadoptedprince]

OOC

This might be obvious because I haven’t been online for a few days, but I’m taking a short hiatus until I’m done with midterms. 

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    “Call me all you want.” It wouldn’t change anything, nor her mind. She would rather face their enemies to the death. Like a true warrior. But she had to think of the good of Asgard first, not her (or his) ego. And it was for the good of the realm that he survived. That didn’t mean she wasn’t planning on coming back after she was sure he was safe. Perhaps to search for Thor, worried about what could have happened to the prince.

    I do, she wished to answer her brother. But it was not to herself that he spoke. And he knew her well enough to understand what his sister had in mind.

    “It surely didn’t look like.” Sif muttered using her good arm to put herself back on her feet. A grunt left her lips as she felt the sting again. Against her wishes, she had to agree that her state wasn’t one of her best. Still, there were things to be done and she wouldn’t lay and wait. “I’m fine.” Lies. He would know, wouldn’t he? In her presence there was no one less than the god of lies and her b r o t h e r. None could be fooled by her words. But she wouldn’t be stopped either.

    “If you believe you’re going alone, you are terribly mistaken.” Far from her to order him around. But she would do what was best and that included following him and making sure to return with him alive and in one piece. Or so she hoped things would end that way.

    She was prepared to hear him protest, but it was the sound of him hitting the floor that caught her attention. “Loki!” Ignoring the pain in her body, Sif crossed the distance between them as fast as she could, dropping herself on his side, sword & shield clattering on the floor and her hands searching for his shoulders.

Loki’s side convulsed, the lack of breath tightening his chest. He allowed Sif to steady him, gasping hollowly until he finally felt air filtering into his lungs. “It would seem we’re both mistaken. Help me back to the palace, Sif, we’ll both seek out the help of the Healers. But I am going back for my brother. If your shoulder can be mended in time, you would be welcome to join me.“ 

Less than an hour later, they were both the prey of Healers, laid out on identical beds whilst the women fussed over their wounds. A golden display hovered over his chest, with the image of his rib cracked and pressed into his lung, as two Healers maneuvered the details of that image and, by doing so, the actuality below. He hissed through his teeth as the bone melded back together, then drew in a deep breath. Sweet, cool air. “Much better,” he said, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed to the protests of the Healers. “Thank you. Sif? If your shoulder is better, send a squire for fresh armor for us both.” Then, to the Healers, “Call in every woman on your staff. They’ll be needed shortly.”

Three Hundred Years Earlier...

#striithasynja #striithasynja: 300 Years Earlier... #V: The Second Son

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Mel had started to put the remaining supplies she had taken out of the bag earlier back in, but her movement faltered as he spoke. She looked at him, the ghost of a frown on her face. “My craft?” She hummed slightly and dropped her hand from the bag. “My lord, you are welcome to any of my books, but I do not require anything in return. My father was a general and he taught me to heal my wounds, but my craft, my passion, is my bookshop. Although access to the palace library would be a dream, I do not require it for my happiness.”

“You’re refusing a place in the palace?” he didn’t hide his surprise. It wasn’t a common offer. Some men and women sought such an opportunity for centuries, others for a lifetime. It was an offer that required a grand display, some reason to set that person from the rest - such as saving a prince’s life. Loki readjusted his armor, the hard edge of a plate pressing uncomfortably against his sore flesh. “You do realize what I’m offering?”

Battlefield

#melandreiaaa #melandreiaaa: Battlefield #V: The Second Son

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“Crude, but effective, Brother. It may not be like a sword,  but it will suffice.” At least until he managed to find something better. For now, he  just focused on doing what was needed -everything else would come later. “ Besides, I can even fly with it - crude or otherwise.”

“If you learned to wield magic, you could take the form of a bird. Far less crude. Far more pleasant than being yanked about by a piece of construction equipment.“ 

Mjolnir

#vireous #vireous: Mjolnir #V: The Second Son

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“Or you could get out of bed and be useful. Though seeing how lazy you are maybe it won’t matter.” Hela teased from the doorway, “If you need clothes for this form I have some spare armor, we have training in an hour, so change and eat. Or starve. I’m not mother.”

The only greeting Loki made was to stretch and sit up. She cast an annoyed glance at her sister, then sunk back into the pillows. “I don’t need armor for spending the day in the library. Do enjoy your training and try not to stab Thor too badly. I’d hate not to be there to see and he does whine so afterwards.”

Morning

#bigsisterhela #bigsisterhela: Morning #V: The Second Son

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“We will not die, brother,” Thor said, not trying to hide the amusement in his voice. “It will just be a short trip, and trolls are nothing we haven’t handled before.”

“And I still have their stench in my nose from our last encounter with the brutes. Honestly, Thor... Vanaheim. Why not go to Vanaheim instead?"

Fool

#royalthunderer #royalthunderer: Fool #V: The Second Son

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“I’ve just got to ask. Are the horns an artistic choice or…? They’re kind of gaudy. Are they real because that gold looks like it could really weigh your head down and I don’t see it as actually being protective. I’m just mostly confused.”

“You’re hardly one to be calling armor ‘gaudy’, Stark.” 

“On my world, ornate armor is a sign of rank. I will remind you, sir, I am a prince. Have you never seen my brother’s? It looks rather like he stuck bird wings to the sides. Mine is far more... elegant.”

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[theadoptedprince]

Thank you for the follow :D I've read your rules (twice by now) and checked out all your verses :,) I hope you don't mind me taking multiple of your opens (mostly ones for Thors)

OOC: Thank you for reading my rules. And I never mind people answering my opens, no worries, that’s what they’re there for!

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When Mel was satisfied she stopped chanting and the silver faded from her eyes. She glanced up at him and hummed softly as she kept treating the wound. “I’m not one of the palace Healers, no,” she said softly. “I’m not even a professional Healer. I have a small bookshop, and the members of the royal family don’t really come by that often. I believe that is the reason why we’ve never met,” she continued as she tied off the bandage and let her hands fall into her lap. She was done.

“For the price of a few of those books, I could see to it you could practice your craft as more than just a... hobby. Rooms in the palace. Access to the palace library.“ Loki adjusted the tattered remnants of his armor back over his bandaged wound, grimacing. 

Battlefield

#melandreiaaa #melandreiaaa: Battlefield #V: The Second Son

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    “Sure…” The word left tired as she reclined her head. He had a good point. In their state, overtalking didn’t look like a good idea. Still, it was something that she seemed to be insisting on. Sif had heard that she talked a lot, before. But it never stopped her from doing anything else at the same time. And she wasn’t doing anything but feeling the pain in a lot of places of her body. And perhaps, talking was her way of keeping her mind a bit occupied so maybe she wouldn’t focus much in what she was physically feeling.

    Why exactly he could not heal himself was a mystery to her. All the magic in her was what she was born with, as vanir. But she had never been studious. Sure, she could teleport herself and mayhap others. But that was all and it took a lot of herself already. The goddess would rather travel through the bifrost her brother guarded than her own magic.

   Of course, she had friends and a brother that would miss her. And for them, she should keep herself alive. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t die for Asgard if necessary. That was DUTY and she would not run away from it. “I’d miss you.” That was not the time to be sentimental, but there she was. “Thor isn’t as fun to bet with. He always loses, especially when drunk. It is not as entertaining as it was in the first century.”

    The battlefield went quiet. That meant it was over. Perhaps it was finally the time to go home, but his reaction could not mean a good thing. “What are you talking ab–?”. She stopped as she glanced at where there was a battle not long ago. “Fuck.” What about  T h o r? There was an abrupt panic in her, one that she put aside so she could think clearly. He shouldn’t be dead, he needed to be alive. But if he wasn’t, she needed keep the other heir ALIVE. “We need to go.” Her good arm held his shoulder. “Heimdall bring us back. Now.” Please. Don’t make me do that myself.

“No, I have an illusion cast over us, you-“ But it was too late. The light engulfed the and, moments later, Loki tumbled out into the golden chamber of the Bifrost. “Idiot,“ he finished. “Goddess of War!” Loki gestured grandly at Sif, from where he’d fallen, glowering up at her. Heimdall said nothing in reply, not until Loki turned his cold gaze to the gatekeeper.

“Did you intend to fight them alone?“ Heimdall said, with reason that was nothing if not condescending. 

Loki pushed himself to his feet, a hand against his side. “No, I had a plan that less resembled suicide.“ He wavered, glancing over to Sif and seeing past his anger to the stain on her armor, “You’re bleeding again. You’re useless until it’s tended to properly. Go. Heimdall, prepare the Bifrost for another trip, we won’t be staying long. And send word to my father that I’ll be arriving shortly to select soldiers from the palace guard." 

He strode towards the opening of the chamber, each step firmly placed before the last in a firm determination not to... not to waver. Fingers gripped against the wall. The rainbow bridge stretched out before him, closing to a point in the distance. The colors shifting. Moving. He hit the floor, hard, on his hands and knees. 

A cough sent drops of red against the golden tiles. 

Three Hundred Years Earlier...

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Nyarlathotep shook his head.”I suppose mathematics and architecture is beyond you. You are young.” He said. “You haven’t been worshipped yet. If you get a taste of that, never will you want something less.” He sipped his wine, staining his pale lips red.

“I’m not stupid. I do my studies. Mathematics, architecture - I know quite a bit, that doesn’t make either less boring. Is that all you do, God of Chaos, build pyramids and solve math puzzles? You’re as chaotic as my seven-thousand-year-old tutor." 

Trickster

#doctortorchwhood #doctortorchwhood: Trickster #V: The Second Son

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Mel sighed and nodded. “I suppose you do have a point,” she admitted and started to look for the right bandages. She pulled it out not soon after and shuffled closer. The wound was still bleeding and Mel was a bit worried it might rip further, but she couldn’t focus on that.

As she started to roll the bandages around his body she started mumbling the healing charm, her eyes starting to glow silver once again. She wasn’t sure what made her do it but she wasn’t going to let him die today from this wound. So she kept working.

Loki hissed between his teeth as the bandage touched against the raw flesh. The discomfort fades with her chanted spell, the magic expanding through his wound and leaving the healing skin itching beneath the bandaging. “Why is it we have never met before? You’re not one of the palace Healers?”

Battlefield

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Since she was nursing Vali, she could not properly hug hum to provide comfort, so instead she searched for his ears with her lips and peppered the shell of it with soft kisses, hoping to chase away some of the tormented thoughts that surely plagued her husband’s mind.

“Yes, Thor did snore and awful lot, did he not? I could hear him from all the way down the hall. But I always found it kind of comforting, in a way. I knew I wasn’t alone. I still preferred to actually sneak into your room though. How many times did the maids find the three of us curled together?” she chuckled at the memories that seemed so distant, but that she still carried close to her heart. Happier days for all of them, of innocence and play, uncorrupted by all the terrible things that were to come once they had crossed the threshold into adulthood. Now she could at least hope that her own sons would have an equally happy childhood, if not more, and more importantly, a less traumatic transition into the adult world. But for that, there was still such a long time to go. For now, they were her babies, her pure, beautiful, sweet babies born from a love that defied all concepts of understanding, and that went deeper and beyond than space and time.

The fake snores tickled her ear and neck, causing Sigyn to giggle loud enough that she had to bite her own lips so as to not wake up Narfi “Everyone things you are so serious all the time, they would never imagine just how plain silly you can be, my husband,” she observed, tenderness carved in her every word as she pressed small kisses all over Loki’s face. “You buffoon.”

She buried her face in his hair as he rested his head on her shoulder. “That’s unfair,” Sigyn protested, though she was all smiles, “In my defense, you are usually the one that serves as my pillow. I have not had much of a chance to practice my pillow skills. You’re way ahead.”

“Buffoon? Darling, you wound me.“ He draped an arm around her and their baby, positioning his hand to help support the tiny infant. The weight of exhaustion and the silence of their sleeping sons coaxed him into a halfsleep for a few moments, his mind half aware of what was and half falling back into those terrible dreams. Gasping for air, feet kicking at nothing as he squirmed against the grip of... With a sharp inhale of breath, he opened his eyes although only long enough for the memory to retreat, like a warrior catching his breath. 

“You,“ he mumbled, “have the unique distinction of being the first lady to ever share my bed.” He pressed a kiss against her neck, then let his head fall limply down again. “Though you kick me less now, and for that I thank you.” Words that came after slurred together - Loki wasn’t quite sure what he was trying to say, so if she understood any part of it, it was not his doing. He was asleep, his hand slipping to her lap and his head falling back to the chair behind him.

Midnight

#Maybe we could time jump to morning? #singohmusa #singohmusa: Midnight #V: Agent of Asgard #V: Of Love and Loss