❝ In storm-black mountains I wander alone . Over the glacier I make my way . In the apple garden stands the maiden fair . But cranes dance and the waterfall stops . When she sings, ' Come Home.' ❞
▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ┗━°⌜ L O K I ODINSON| MCU ⌟°━┛ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃
Prince of Asgard, Rightful heir of Jotunheim … Odinson.
One and only God of Mischief
Son of King Laufey the Frost Giant raised as Asgardian
Unfortunately, he didn’t know this until about 10 years ago and had an entire identity crisis about it… (just a lil one)
Decided to spite his dad and brother by committing treason and conquering a whole realm (after also attempting genocide, and throwing himself into the void of Yggdrasil)
Disowned his mom, and then almost immediately she died
Had an entire mental breakdown again
Pretended to be Odin for four years after faking his death… again
Reunited with his brother to bring about Ragnarok… destroying a whole society ……… again……
Picked up a very special little blue cube :DDDD
Pledging loyalty to his brother, he sacrificed himself - with the cycles broken, his story ends… or does it?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 had cracked this ship down the center . hours of time , WASTED . thor removed the carving knife from the hull and set it down on the flat rock at his side . and lo ! how the white puffs of afternoon clouds still sighed across the firmaments ! they remained unburdened by the weight that lay heavy in thor’s own chest .
his lips pinched . for loki spoke with a sincerity which had long grown FOREIGN to thor’s own ear . truly , thor really was the FOOL in all endeavors . though then : how was thor to know that RAGE and DESPAIR … . they would bothexhaust him so .
so thor’s lips pinched into a thin line . his throat ached around his swallow , and a heavy throbbing settled between thor’s temples . still , his brother spoke of things so SIMPLY , as though nothing in their long livelihoods had proved itself to be anything beyond that of simple . how naive . yes . enough so to draw out a smile that wobbled and wavered ‘pon the mighty thor’s visage . yeteven its ghost had grown tooweak to linger long .
and so thor shook his head .
❝ loki , ❞ thor began , lifting his eye to cresting waves and shattered sea shells , ❝ they were your lessons . ❞ he spoke slowly . prodded gently , as though he were explaining a very grave manner to a waif ; as though he were consoling a bleating lamb .
maybe it was his own fault for not coming . but maybe the truth of it was that THOR HAD NEVER WANTED TO IMPOSE .
❝ nor did i break bread with father , either .❞
❝Lessons I had with her everyday.❞ Loki corrected, frustration (desperation) rang behind the words. His thumb traced along the edge of the wood. Feeling the precision with which the tool had sculpted the wood, following the mind that had designed it so.
❝-and nearly every day I spent with her after.❞ That was when he couldn’t find Thor. The truth of it was that those days were not special to him. It was routine that he took for granted at the time. It had become expected that Mother would be at his side. Everyone knew she was his teacher, and fewer knew she was his healer.
Loki’s mind struggled to fathom what Thor had just suggested to him. If she were their mother, why did Thor treat her as if she were only Loki’s? Yes, she was his teacher, but Loki remembered when she told them both stories as they nestled in her skirts. He remembered how she had scolded them both for becoming caked in filth from the gardens. He remembered the care she had given Thor when he had been sick just as much as when Loki had. She loved them both.
… but what happened when Loki wasn’t there to witness?
❝ How could this be... ?❞ Loki sighed to himself, his hand tossing aside the wood and combing through his hair instead. He would’ve guessed that Thor and Odin did not have the same ritual as mother and himself. Loki had found Thor passed out upon his bed with a drink beside him and Odin attending to his kingly duties, too often for that to be a legitimate thought.
❝ Why say nothing about the matter, Thor?❞ Loki shot a glance towards him. ❝ If she had known, surely she would have done something. We could have done something. You could have had lessons… o-or training, or whatever else you desired. It would have been easy, and now…❞ It was too late.
there was nothing as suspicious in this world than people who seemingly wanted nothing in return for their favours. the bigger the favour, the bigger the catch. so naturally, seemingly being provided with a residence no strings attached, had chilchuck filled with a ton of unease as he approached said residence. no way in hell this was going to be as easy as it was made sound.
although not a fighter by nature, the way he had been rid of what little means he did have to defend himself, his trusty bow and arrows replaced with mockery also served to unnerve him. this could far too easily contain some form of trial by means of deeming him worthy or some shit like that. careful glance examined the door and lock. the only thing out of the ordinary was faint sounds of movement within. an ambush? then they’d picked the wrong person to mess with.
guided by the sound to avoid being spottet, he made a mental layout of the premises based on observation through the windows and guesswork about his blind spots. if he was careful and with the right timing, he would be able to sneak straight into the kitchen to procure some form of weapon. whatever form his enemy might bear, it didn’t sound overwhelmingly big, so as long as the kitchen had a decent array of utensils he could probably get enough of an upper hand to make better observations. a deep inhale. he could do this.
taking off his shoes in advance, chilchuck twisted the key carefully and made sure to unlock the door with as little sound as humanly possible. guided by the audible sounds of pacing, he peeked through a crack he opened to the living room. a male tall-man. longer black hair, kind of like shuro. hopefully not the same fighting skills as shuro or this would be over before he could blink. it was now or never whilst the guy still had his back turned. with quick movements experienced in stealth, chilchuck went straight for the most likely place he could think to find a kitchen knife, and positioning himself strategically peeking out from the side of the counter, he let his presence be known.
“who are you and what are you doing here?” he made sure to hold the knife visible for threats, but still with a grip needed to be able to toss it at a moment’s notice. “don’t try anything funny. i won’t miss.”
Another day, and another unannounced house dweller that Loki must contend with. He’d been through several “ opponents, ” and yet they still arrived one after the other. The silence had become second nature to him, much like the cell he had been cast into not so long ago.
Loki was rather enjoying the book he was reading when the light of the outside world flickered into his eyes. Whoever it was was rather squirrely as he would describe it. He could use a bit of fun that day, so he chose to simply ignore the newest arrival.
With light steps, he stood to return the book to the shelf, then lazily traced his fingers along the spines of these texts, debating. contemplating. Whatever should he read next? Sarcasm brewing in his own mind.
When Loki finally turned around ( beckoned by the demanding tone of the voice ) he was rendered unable to hide the surprise on his face. Not about the knife that the person wielded, but more so the size of what carried it.
❝At close range? I don’t doubt that. ❞ Loki rolled his eyes upon the dagger pointed at his chest and the thinly veiled threat.
❝Unfortunately, however, I dwell in this residence. ❞ He gestured vaguely to their surroundings. ❝And you are the latest addition to these quarters. The “guardians” place two individuals per residence. ❞
It had been a while since Sora had ventured out to the west tower since the curse, but he wanted to visit to make sure nobody else was up to no good. There were a lot of great people here in Aevum, but this island also had its fair share of bad eggs.
When he arrived, he saw a familiar face and a familiar outfit. Without hesitation, the boy rolled his eyes.
“You know, the evildoers club is thirteen miles south of here. I think you’re in the wrong place Loki. Go find somewhere else to stalk, you creep.
Ah, the grating sounds of an insolent child. Loki had enough on his plate investigating this "West Tower Society” as it stood. ( an organization that was seemingly well suited to discovering artifacts, and yet from thin air. What lay behind the screeching wails of their d i r e c t o r ? )
-And certainly did not need this whelp interfering in his affairs. This was a matter of utmost importance. With a heavy sigh, he pushed resolve into his shoulders to stand up straight. Loki had his mission to infiltrate and discover the nature of their strange competency.
But he would have to deal with this first. Upon his face was no welcome smile, nor was there a retort on his tongue. Eyes simply glared upon the intruder, ready to respond should Sora become a threat.
❝Perhaps that is where you ought to be, little hero. ❞ Loki clicked his tongue dismissively at the young ‘want to be’ hero. ( or was it 'need’ to be? ) Such a fragile understanding of the world around him, and yet stubborn in his mentality.
❝You ought to pay attention to whom you speak, and how you do so. Lest you become blind to the ground beneath your feet. ❞ The higher one rises, the worse the pain when you fall back down.
Another old wip that I just put colour on, I’m not sure where I was going with it. I was cleaning my folders and decided I’m not gonna do anything else with it so here it is, between posting commissions
upon a BITTER WIND did such small correction fly , but fly it did nonetheless . after all , thor neverhad taken kindly to the DISTANCE loki made so certain to CARVE OUT . if loki would not hold fast to the truths of their past , THEN THOR WOULD TETHER HIMSELF TO THEM INSTEAD .
but then — thor brushed the loose wood curls from the starboard side . turned the vessel in his hands , and began to carve out the aft — perhaps loki saw it differently come time and time again … and it was thor who was the FOOL in it all . for he was always , always being reminded .
would only that thor may be fit enough yet to understandwhy loki saw fit to bring dearest mother into this : THE BURNING OF LOKI’S IRE . ( how dare loki presume so much ill of him ! )
❝ i do not remember any tarts . ❞snapped he , who so favored tarts and had not been offered any . ( and how DAREloki believe thor to be an UNWORTHY SON ! ) his tool bit into oak - flesh and tore out its bowels . ( how dare he ! )
thor’s lips pinched , nose twitched . his eye stared down blankly for a moment , for as thor gutted the oak it had SPLINTERED beneath his ill - tempered hand . and it was true that he bore frost and ice upon his shoulders , as so too it was true that within the confines of the bones that caged him , thor felt himself BURNING . he breathed . ( the sound was quick . sharp . alas : winds only breathed life into fires … and so thor swallowed around the shape of his old heart lurching . )
… . really ,
how dare HE .
how dare he forget .
…Theirs, right. Loki’s eyes cast downward once again, watching the sea as it ebbed and flowed. The water revealed the broken shells and softened stones who might’ve traveled far to be there in this moment - or perhaps had lived there all along. Who was to say when there was no witness.
Loki closed his eyes then, absorbing the sounds of the waters, the knife that cut through the wood, the wind beside him as it tore out of Thor’s lungs. A bitter, quiet laugh escaped Loki’s lips.
He’d caught the lie, just like he always did. It would be humorous if it did not make him feel ill.
Loki’s tongue turned lead in his mouth then. He could shape the metal into a dagger to cut out what he sought. Or even a hammer to force the tool to form into what Loki desired. And yet the fires of the forge would not light for such a task. Only the embers remained of Loki’s passion, dowsed by hundreds of years of regret. Why did they always have to fight to speak with truth? Why did Loki have to make Thor break first?
❝ I requested them for you.❞ He murmured. Slowly his knees rose to meet his chest, arms crossed on the top as his head nested in the crevices. Absentmindedly Loki reached down to pick up one of the oak pieces - warmth radiated off of the small piece he held.
❝Only… you weren’t there…❞ It was only Loki and Frigga. How could Loki have forgotten that? ❝You did not care for the tea… perhaps you would have stayed for tarts. ❞ She had beckoned Thor to come, right? Hadn’t she sought him out and brought him to their table when he was in hiding? It seemed so obvious… Thor was simply supposed to be there.
