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Ambrose Bierce

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I was never one for pretenders

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Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

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Loki wasn't certain who May Parker might be praying to. There weren't any such thing as gods, she thought, no matter that some might seem as Gods. She thought briefly of the Norn Sisters then, a trail of cold scrabbling up her spine for a moment. She shivered and shook her head, clearing it.

"Yes, it is deer." Loki sat forward in her seat, the warm, acidic, scent of coffee pleasant in her nose. "It is not a necessity to have it, May Parker," she told the Midgardian woman after a moment.

Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

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"Well...all sorts really," Loki began, "boar, venison, oat cakes...the like..." she liked the idea of dining out with May Parker, and thought that she could stay for a few days. It was not as though Heimdall would be telling the All-Father about where she'd gone to, after all.

"Balder is..." she thought back on it, sighing heavily a moment, "he is well. Back to himself, in some ways, still readjusting in others. He will be a member of the high council, eventually." At least that seemed his goal.

Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

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Loki turned sharply at Janet's proclamation, her hands at the ready only as she remembered that she could do nothing for the time being with her seithr, and seeing that there was no one there. "What, are you seeing things now," she asked scathingly. 

But her own ill feeling over the misting gas made Loki think twice about the question. She hefted a knife in her hand, feeling the cool pommel with a sense of security against her palm. She pressed her lips together, trying to decide what to do.

She could not access the pocket of reality where she kept everything she'd accumulated that might be of use. She could not use her seithr to light their way, and now Janet Van Dyne could no use her science to light their way either, not if she wished to cover her face to stop herself breathing in the toxins.  There was little she could do other than...

"We need to keep moving," she decided, voice hoarse, "the gas cannot fill the entire chamber before us, and there is nothing in the vicinity to help us."

A Sting in the Tail | Closed RP

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An Infinite List of Beautiful Collections -  Zuhair Murad Pre-Fall 2014 (part 2)

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"Balder gave me a lovely bracelette," she smiled mildly at that, almost congenial for once. "As for what's traditional...?" she pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly.

"When I was young they would throw a name day feast, generally there were well wishers and guests of the family admitted....and I cannot say it is different for those in lower echelons of our society. The only difference is the scale of celebration, I should think."

Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

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"I am making a new start," she told her, following May from the stillness of the front hall and into the kitchen. "It is better not to be Loki," she shrugged, "so...I have made a new identity for myself." Not to mention the state of things in Asgard was more tenuous than ever.

"People are less suspicious of me this way."

Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

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Loki picked up the gift, turning it in her hands as she looked at each tiny facet, letting the diamonds sparkle back at her. A small smile tilted her lips upward.

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Loki started as May came running toward her, hugging her back awkwardly. “It is…Lofn now…” she informed May, blinking slowly as she drew back from the mortal by a few millimeters.

"And — thank you. It was difficult to get away, but here I am." She smiled lopsidedly.

"How are you?"

Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

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Happy Birthday, sweetie. I made you a key lime pie if you get this message. it's in the fridge.

Her feet lit soundlessly on the porch, and she looked about her, green gaze sharp, watching. Heimdall was no longer a factor in the equation, but that didn’t mean that the All-Father was no watching. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a time, taking stock of the quiet street, resounding only with the echoes of traffic further into the city’s core. The air was stifling, humid, but that was something that Loki had come to expect of New York in the summer.

She touched the door handle, quickly taking care of any locks that there might have been in place and slid into the little town house quietly as she’d lit upon the porch, looking around at the still interior. Perhaps May Parker was not home?

A pang of disappointment struck her belly, and Loki sighed, sliding her boots off her feet and walking further into the home, her Midgardian garb sticking to her undesirably. Should have worn less, she thought vaguely, but wearing less always made her uncomfortable in a different sort of way. Not enough layers made her feel naked, vulnerable, unable to protect herself though she knew there was hardly anything on Midgard that could harm her in any case.

"May Parker," she decided to call out in question anyway, smoothing her hair away from her neck.

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and no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

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Valentino Fall 2014 Couture

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One of my favorite songs from Night Vale

Pretty Little Head- Eliza Rickman

Stupid- Brian Maclean 

Haunted- Maya Kern

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