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this blog isn’t active again, I’m just emptying the drafts while I work on clearing it out to delete/archive elsewhere <3

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Merry Christmas.

"I have a trip planned for you as a Christmas gift but not for today and since I feel like tradition demands I give you something on the day of the holiday... here..."

"I've had this pendant around for some time. As far as I know it's your sacred Tree of Life because I've stolen it from the Norse section of the museum. Not sure if there are any magial properties to it but something tells me it belongs with you more than it does with me."

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Loki’s face looked stricken as his mouth fell agape. “Why not?!” He asked, utterly puzzled. “You want to know what it is, don’t you? I can take you to someone who will help find that out.” He pursed his lips in irritation. To make such an offer and then be rejected… It certainly hurt his pride.

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gah you know I can't pass up the angst "by your side till you heal"

Loki’s eyes cracked open to bright lights and splitting pain in his head. As the whiteness cleared he realized that he was not, in fact, in Helheim or Valhalla, but in a hospital room, and a certain blond seemed to have fallen asleep in a chair pulled up beside the hospital bed. He tried to sit up, but that proved too difficult, and so he settled for loudly clearing his throat, hoping it was a light sleep.

He had vague memories, blurs more like, of being rushed into the ER, Helena shouting something angrily, the doctor’s words beforehand echoing faintly in his brain “- not sure we can treat him, he is a criminal after all-“, and the pain in his head told him he must have taken a serious blow to it, but he couldn’t remember much else.

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"If he finds me alive... well to say the least he will now be pleased."

"You always were much too clever, weren’t you, Helena?" the purr came from somewhere behind her, though Loki himself was nowhere to be seen. "No need to go and ruin a perfectly good grave, though. You win." There was a hint of a smile and mischief in his voice. "Congratulations, now do inform me why you’re putting so much effort into disproving my death? Do you want  Thor to find me?”

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❋

Our muses’ are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses’ to share a stupid, drunken kiss.

Somehow Helena knew that getting to drink with Loki again would be a bad idea and had been avoiding the potential occurrence with all her might… until that unlucky evening when she was particularly gloomy and so was he—- yes, a lot gloomier than usual.

If only that was the sole thing, Hel would’ve forced herself to walk away but sadly she did meet him at the bar out of all places, as if fate itself— something she refused to believe in but sometimes felt that it was suspiciously real— set the scene for them. For some reason ‘playing indifference’ option was not available for Hel any longer, perhaps the ‘button broke’, being pushed too hard and often.

Surely as soon as she sat down he offered her to order… didn’t mention he’d buy her a round by the way, just suggested they drink together, so Hel immediately thought he’d probably make her pay for the fun of it; the idea made her smile and somehow that smile stuck on her face for a long time until it was wiped off by a kiss both would swear they did not start. In fact it was a mutual expression of hidden desire, stupid, drunken but wanted.

It did not last long though, for the awkwardness followed: they’d kissed less innocently before but the fact that time had passed and things changed created an odd and unfamiliar feeling of strangeness.

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"What’s wrong, Helena? Not having fun?" He called back over his shoulder, grinning, barely watching the road as he accelerated faster.

They were, unfortunately, nearly at the park, he noted as he drove, saddened that he would soon not be experiencing the rush of the wind in his face at high speeds. Helena’s frightened clutching was only heightening the amusement, as well, and thus was another thing he would miss.

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//Unmarked Grave meme\\ Loki stepped up behind Helena, slowly. "Who is it?" His tone was solemn, but mild curiosity permeated his voice.

You see my character at the cemetery, placing flowers on an unmarked grave. What do you do? 

Hel stood gazing upon the grave, as if she was frozen or charmed by unknown forces; it seemed as if she did not notice Loki’s presence at all, since she did not jump up or yelp as she would have usually… However, she was, in fact, thinking, processing and trying to find words.

Such a simple question he asked but there was no easy answer to it, whatever she’d have said wouldn’t have been enough to describe Isabelle, though maybe—-

"Past," Helena finally uttered and shrugged. "My Isabelle, Izzie. Someone who used to be my world, my love… but is now just, poof! gone. So these visits don’t even matter any longer— just a ritual to express respect for the dead even if there probably is none left, formality." The way she mumbled it all out suggested that Hel actually was deeply disturbed.

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What’s this? A revival?

That’s right. Loki is back.

Made a new blog because it’s 500% easier than cleaning this one up. Go pay attention to him, please, take him off my hands.

                            Once a gσ∂ ,                                    Now reduced to ησᴛнιηɢ.

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