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Okay, there have been alot of emotional shit going on in real life. I'M SHUTTING THIS ROLEPLAYING BLOG DOWN AND GIVING IT UP. Right now its to painful to cope with it. Sorry everyone. Lokionmidgard I love you, and im sooo sorry.

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Meena

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This is how the world will end

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Thats where I'm from originally.

Skies over North Syracuse.

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Awwww Why?

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Okay, not going to take all that time to delete every single damn text post I’ve ever done. So this is it guys.

This is possibly the last time I log onto this account.

I had fun.

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{OOC POST: Just realized the Gentleman who plays Laufey looks an awful lot like Coulson in "National Security" }

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The budding young woman looked upon him with an inquiring mind. She thought most of her race was dead, she certainly did not expect to find one such as himself on Midgard of all places. She had come here to find peace, to find refuge in the chaos that had unfolded on Jotunheim not to long ago. “Yes, I am.” she was honest in her answer as it was very clear he could see right through her like she was a piece of polished crystal.

Her Midgardian appearance was that of a young woman, no older than 20. Hair as white as Odins beard. But her eyes, there was something in them. They were Cerulean, but if one were to stare into her eyes they would find the leftovers of what she was marked by the little red specks that decorated her Iris’. “But how would you have known that?”

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{Sorry about this reply being so gosh darn late, real life sort of got in the way a little bit, Work being the worst culprit.}

The young girl stood, unmoving. Laufey's anger made no difference to her. Her mind was devoid of any and all emotions after seeing her husband descend into the cosmos. "I come without weapon." she answers softly, her blonde hair getting caught in the wind as it whipped around her. "I am not of Asgard King of Jotunheim, and how disappointed I am that you do not know of me." there was a bit of bite in that last statement. After all, his son WAS her husband. "I come with a message, a message from Prince Loki of Asgard. Your son my king, has fallen into a realm I know not where. He fell into the abyss..." she could no longer go on, as her voice cracked, showing that she was not as strong as she had seemed.

She looked around in order to ease herself, to keep herself from crying in Front of him. "I.....we believe Loki to be dead by Odins hand." it was a lie, but was it really? Odin had pushed Loki to his limits, always telling him 'no'. Who was to suffer this time around? His widow? Or perhaps his unborn child. "I am Meena, Wife of Loki, mother to his unborn child..." she then looked to the ground, awaiting his response.

The Unwritten Chapter

Pain. Nothing but pain. Torment. She was destroyed inside. Her heart had been torn from her chest by the figurative hand of the fates. Loki, her Loki had let go. He had left her behind without one single thought, only to face the abyss of the cosmos.  She stood on the half broken land that was once her home a long while ago.

Loki had destroyed it; well, almost. There were still some survivors. She walked along the shattered ruins, wanting to find the king. Her only solace left. Loki’s father. Her father in law as rules would state. She was angered at her husband for leaving her like this. She felt betrayed, alone. Everything she should not feel she felt. 

She had forgotten to morph her skin into her Jotun appearance as she entered Laufey’s throne room, the only thing left standing..untouched as if it were protected by some sort of Black magic. She looked Asgardian, which did not work in her favor as soon she was surrounded by many of the ice giants, pointing ice daggers and swords at her. “I mean no harm I am of your kind. I am the wife of the Kings son, Loki. He has fallen into the cosmos. I seek your king.” she spoke solidly. She knew exactly what she wanted.

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Okay

So here is the deal for this week right here. I may not be getting to replies until next monday due to a crazy work week and me accidentally taking a medicine I am allergic too and sleeping half the day today. 

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I guess..

I shall be getting off for the night......

I'm bored.

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The budding young woman looked upon him with an inquiring mind. She thought most of her race was dead, she certainly did not expect to find one such as himself on Midgard of all places. She had come here to find peace, to find refuge in the chaos that had unfolded on Jotunheim not to long ago. "Yes, I am." she was honest in her answer as it was very clear he could see right through her like she was a piece of polished crystal.

Her Midgardian appearance was that of a young woman, no older than 20. Hair as white as Odins beard. But her eyes, there was something in them. They were Cerulean, but if one were to stare into her eyes they would find the leftovers of what she was marked by the little red specks that decorated her Iris'. "But how would you have known that?"

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“Now what is this?” Loki inquired, head cocking in cursioty at the appearance of this new being. “A Jotun? And a female at that.” Though his expression remained lifted by a smirk, his heart began to harden with resentment. He could not bridle the distaste, for such a reminder of that realm, of the blood that flowed in his veins oh so cold, was unwelcome. Who could blame him? He, the son of a monster, or so deemed by Asgardians, was not even loved by the sire who shared his blood. He had been a disgrace; a runt. Such reality left little room for amiable cordiality.

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Thanks XD

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It had been a few months after the half destruction of Jotunheim and every Jotun; created or born, was helping to rebuild. Meena, now the very first female ruler of Jotunheim was trying her best to return it to its former glory without the Casket. She knew not of its whereabouts, nor did she know she had a brother that lurked in the shadows somewhere in a far away realm. 

No one respected her. She was young, foolish only 17 years of age and forced to take the throne due to her father untimely death at the hands of one named 'Loki'. Her goal was to reunite Asgard and Jotunheim once more in a treaty but she knew that was a long time away, seeing as Odin once again hated their race as a whole. Her father had ruined the peace himself. She only had vague details of what happened the day of her fathers death. Dark whisperings say it was her unknown brother, the bastard child, who had killed him. She believed none of it. 

But she still couldn't help but wonder who he was, and if he even knew about her if he exists.he Graphic is mine, I do edits.}

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SSDD

OOC: Sorry about this little rant but seriously. People need to grow the fuck up. My other two roommates love to be at each other throats and try to drag me into it. Thankfully this time they aren't dragging me into it, but still. Grow up.

Oh did I mention they are in their 40's and 60's...and I've had to break them up twice. Some days, I just wanna kill a bitch.

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HEY!

You know what. I am SO sick of the cruel people in this universe. I’M SORRY AND NO I DON’T KNOW THIS PERSON BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO!

I THINK THE PEOPLE IN THIS FANDOM ARE WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! 

WHY DON’T YOU ALL KEEP YOUR SHITTY ASS OPINIONS TO YOURSELF AND LEAVE GREAT PEOPLE ALONE!

I don’t care if I lose followers over this, I honestly don’t. Unfollow me if you want to but I’m standing up for what is right!

Who does this!

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Giveaway time:

So I decided to give away one or two of the Stuttgart Loki scarves I made.  (The fabric made 3)  Pictured above is 1 and a half of them (the one on the left still needs to be sewn)  Also I thought I’d offer a plushie commission, so here’s the breakdown.

1-2 winners each will receive:

1- loki scarf

1- plushie commission offer (you can choose to get this or not)

You can take a look on my blog for the previous plushies I’ve made as examples.

So here’s the deal:

-This is for my followers, so if you follow me up to this point yay, you count. 

-reblog or like this (1 time each)

-lasts until October 12th

-selected through random number generator

-must have ask box open and be willing to give address

-plushie commissions will take a bit to complete, but you will receive them eventually.  Scarves may be shipped out first.

I think that’s it.  So good luck :)

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The Unwritten Chapter

Pain. Nothing but pain. Torment. She was destroyed inside. Her heart had been torn from her chest by the figurative hand of the fates. Loki, her Loki had let go. He had left her behind without one single thought, only to face the abyss of the cosmos.  She stood on the half broken land that was once her home a long while ago.

Loki had destroyed it; well, almost. There were still some survivors. She walked along the shattered ruins, wanting to find the king. Her only solace left. Loki's father. Her father in law as rules would state. She was angered at her husband for leaving her like this. She felt betrayed, alone. Everything she should not feel she felt. 

She had forgotten to morph her skin into her Jotun appearance as she entered Laufey's throne room, the only thing left standing..untouched as if it were protected by some sort of Black magic. She looked Asgardian, which did not work in her favor as soon she was surrounded by many of the ice giants, pointing ice daggers and swords at her. "I mean no harm I am of your kind. I am the wife of the Kings son, Loki. He has fallen into the cosmos. I seek your king." she spoke solidly. She knew exactly what she wanted.