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‘  a  child  weaned  on  poison  considers  harm  a  comfort .  ’           @sovietsylph​.     (  FROM.  )

“  &  YOU?  ”

it’s asked innocently enough,  but there’s the faint acrimony of deceit behind those carefully—spun words.     of course she’ll be able to sniff it out :    never before has loki silvertongue met a mortal more gifted in the art of fallaciloquence than natalia.     she can duel tongues on par with the greatest liar of the pantheon,  after all.

“  is that a tacit admission,  natalia?     is there something that you’re trying to tell me without  telling  me?  ”

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‘  you  can  love  and  be  loved ,  despite  what  may  feel  like  the  eternally  brutal  nature  of  the  world .  ’           @statesangria​.     (  FROM.  )

THE  TRICKSTER  FIXES  HIS  EYES  ON  HER,   sidelong,  pale lips pressed thin against one another & the sentiment that’s building in his throat.     indeed the world,  the universe,  is  brutal,   a terrible & cruel thing designed to tear even the gods from their stars.     loki knows this firsthand,  but chooses not to dwell on it :    wallowing is far from his style.

“  ... ‘ love ’  is not a concept with which i am intimately familiar,  ”     he admits with a soft huff.     “  relationships have not lasted & my family is ... well.     you know the story.  ”     a dismissive wave.     “  i’ve not needed it thus far to get by,  i shall do just fine without.  ”

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so … i think loki’s outgrown the multi.     i’ll answer my asks for him but starting tomorrow i’ll be moving him over to his own blog again!     it’s time to prioritize my trickster god & captain levi now that i can use sessionbox.     c;

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‘  if  i  could  have  done  it  all  again ,  i  would  have  loved  you  better .  but  i  could  not  have  loved  you  more .  ’           @gildedruins​.     (  FROM.  )

CUE  A  GLANCE,   one that’s oddly soft.     a hand rises to gently tuck a strand of blond hair back into place,  black—lacquered nails tracing a careful trail down his brother’s cheek before being snatched away as the trickster god turns away almost  violently.     such a bipolar dichotomy of actions is not  UNLIKE  him,  & yet ...

“  you speak the word so casually,  brother,  that i could almost believe it,  ”     the liespinner grits out.     “  love.     how could the house of odin have loved me?     you expect me to make peace with our history simply because you  LOVE  ME?     because  i  am  your  brother?  ”

loki turns back to face the thunderer,  his pale lips pressed tightly together.     “  AM  I?     am  i  your  brother,   thor?     odin’s blood runs not through my veins,  yet you still call me  BROTHER.     tell me  WHY.  ”

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casually posts a meme over on the hub that you guys can send here, but  HEY  please do !!

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NATALIA​.

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            natalia spins it on her index finger—- because she LACKS trust.    ‘   doesn’t matter. it’s mine now. i had a dream, loki. —-we had… something.   ‘   she pauses. her emerald eyes study him. his gaze. his familiarity.    ‘   you were even in budapest with me. but that’s the thing. my mission to the red room was never in budapest.    —- and i DON’T. have. my memories.  ‘

                           ‘   WHAT did you do to ME?   ‘

THERE’S  AN  ALMOST  FELINE  GRACE,   ethereal & elegant,  to the god’s motions as he drifts across the room.     he remembers,  naturally,  tailing her after she’d freed him from s.h.i.e.l.d.,   their bond struck for mutual benefit ;    but where would be the fun in simply  TELLING  HER  THAT?

“  i assure you,  natalia,  that i’ve done  nothing  to your memories,  ”     he freely admits,  an acidic coil of his seiðr languidly snaking about his fingers as he raises a hand to touch the sharp end of the dagger.     “  though you would be  CORRECT  in your statement that  we  had  something.  ”

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“  ʟɪᴇs in your inbox with your dagger  ”           @sovietsylph​.

PALE  LIPS  ARE  CURLED  INTO  A  PERFECT  GRIN,   then split to show a flash of  teeth.     his laughter comes breathy,  sickly sweet,  the chiming of the hour of morning through a night of horrors.    DECEPTIVE.     brief.     as fleeting as hope during these terrible times.

“  & just  what  are you doing with  THAT,   dear natalia?     how did you get it from my  pocket  dimension?  ”

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here is  THE  LIST  of my goodies who i’m keeping over here because i love you guys.     i can’t deal with a lot of the kinda toxic content in the marvel fandom anymore for the sake of my mental health.     i love you guys tho & want us to still write regardless!

@aesirruins.     @allefar.     @awbartonno.     @bornice.     @brvesouls.     @dutyburdened.     @einherjcr.     @estrellahecho.     @facemypast.     @forasgrd.     @ghostasset.     @gildedruins.     @helcaged.     @jcmesbuckybcrnes.     @liedtctr.     @metal-armed-man.     @modestmuses.     @murdcck.     @oracuelum.     @prophice.     @riiverfound.     @seaprofound.     @sensesdialed.     @shieldworn.     @sigrvif.     @sorcierr.     @sovietsylph.     @starksets.     @statesangria.     @stormweathered.     @storysaved.     @theymakehistory.     @thunderbringer.     @triggerbigger.     @whitesuited.     @witchaotics.

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“  presents him with a snow crown !  ”           @bornice​.

BY  THE  NORNS,   what a generous gift this is!     the trickster god  preens  as he bows his head for her to place the diadem in place,  accepting it  HUMBLY  in light of her  icy  conjuration  that he’d just witnessed.     are humans truly capable of such magicks?

“  i’ve not seen a mortal with such wondrous powers before,  my lady,  ”     loki croons.     “  how is it that you’ve come by these abilities?  ”

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Loki is the God of Mischief and his mischief is the thing that I love playing so much. His playfulness, his sense of fun. — Tom Hiddleston

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THOR​.

“ yes. ” no.  maybe.  he doesn’t know.  for too long,  he’s been carrying the weight of this universe on his shoulders —- and it has crushed him,  time and time again. he sags against the wall,  holding his hands in front of him.  sparks fly from the tips of his fingers,  fizzling out before they reach the blanket beneath them.  

he holds out his hand,  deciding that he wants the bottle back,  after all.  for so long, numbness had been his only option. somehow,  loki has offered him another.  thor has not yet decided if he deserves it.  joy.  there are so many moments between the pair where he comes close to feeling it again. like he might be worthy of it. 

“ it has done me no good.  losing it will make no difference. ” one of the sparks reaches the blanket,  charring the fabric.  the storm within him could not save this world,  could not save loki,  could not save asgard.  

a small flame springs from the blanket,  and thor looks almost guilty about it,  even if he doesn’t move to put it out. “ will i need it when we find him? ”

“  I  CAN  UNBIND  YOU  WHEN  THE  TIME  COMES,  ”     loki dismisses,  dropping a hand to scoop up the little flame that’s eating away at the fibers of the blanket.     it flickers on his palm before dancing about as he moves his fingers to & fro,  a glib smile on his pale lips.     “  it isn’t permanent.     your magick shall be under  my  bidding,   for good or ill.     though i cannot unbind you in haste,  it’ll have to be with the time & space for me to  CONCENTRATE.  ”

they each have their little idiosyncrasies,  things that they haven’t shared.     but loki doesn’t need to know all of thor’s truths to want to  help  him ;    after all,  he’s  TURNED  OVER  A  NEW  LEAF.     he doesn’t need to know what happened to this timeline’s loki.     he doesn’t need to know why he’s missing or what his status is.     the firebringer offers his not—brother a sympathetic look before waving the fire off of his hand,  allowing it to hover beside him & slowly grow.     “  should you choose that path,  i can perform the rite for you.     you may feel somewhat  lighter  afterwards,  though,  & possibly a bit  TIRED.  ”

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THOR​.

nothing thor might say will ever be able to make up for the magnitude of harm that has befallen loki.  i should have protected you hangs heavily in the air,  but thor does not say it,  because his guilt will do neither of them any good.  

his deliberation is clear on his face as he stands caught between two paths —- does he turn away,  allowing loki his solitude?  meet his brother downstairs with a smile and a story and pretend as if this has never happened?  no.  he owes loki more than that,  and pretending is what had gotten them here in the first place. 

that leaves his second option.  thor steps into the room,  coming to stand beside his brother.  he does not reach for him like he might have so long ago,  when they had yet to tear each other limb from limb. now,  he knows any sudden move on his part might be a threat just as much as it might be a peace offering.

“ does it hurt? ” because that is tangible.  that is something they can fix,  when there is so much that they cannot. “ badly? ”

THE  AIR  IS  THICK  BETWEEN  THEM,   both with the tension of the moment & the words that remain unspoken.     part of loki screams to  shrink  back,   to withdraw from thor’s presence & pretend that everything is okay ... but indeed,  that  IS  how things had gotten so bad in the house of odin.     even if he cannot be trusted to  always  give his truth,  he can at least make a solid effort to  TRY  TO.

especially if the moment calls for it.

“  ... occasionally,  ”     the liespinner admits pensively,  green eyes still somewhat  guarded  as they flicker up to meet the thunder god’s gaze.     “  usually when i swallow,  but sometimes  WHEN  I  BREATHE.     ‘tis not something i am incapable of  handling,  thor.     i’ve felt  PAIN  more times than i should like to count.  ”