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Post by lokilaufeyson on Jan 18, 2013 20:27:38 GMT -5
you were made to be ruled;in the end you will always kneel  WORDS 000 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN
Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Cold seeping through his pale skin and deep into his bones, a shiver running up his back. Once he had thought he was immune to the cold..the cold dark world that he'd been born from. But not even Laufey's own son could stand this wretched cold leaking into his body propelling the shivers to become more frequent and more body wrenching. His hands shook, skin as pale as paper - paler then normal. How? he wondered, a flickering through fluttering to life in his mind, How have I sunk this low?
A glint caught his eyes, once alive with corruption and power now dull with pain...dull with hopelessness. Yes. Loki was overcome with hopelessness. He didn't think he'd ever see the light of day again, and certainty not Midgard. ...Midgard...the place he'd tried to destroy...only to be defeated by them...those insufferable Avengers. A growl grumbled up from deep in his throat, breaking the surface and exiting his lips with terrible force. He didn't sound human like - or even god like - at that moment, more like a beast from the depths of Hell.
His fists clenched the manacles clinking and digging into his wrists, opening the scratches that were already there and digging deeper into his pale skin. He squeezed his eyes shut blocking out the pain as he straightened himself, pressing his back against the cool stone of the dungeon. He kept his eyes closed, not for the first time wishing for a way out.
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Post by Lady Sif on Jan 24, 2013 10:28:27 GMT -5
Traitor, that’s what he was. He was nothing more than a good for nothing traitor, and now here she was going to visit her former friend. Why? Simply put, she wanted a chance to talk to him. Despite everything he had been her friend. Sure, he cut off all her hair, but he had brought her the hair she now had. He might have hurt her in the past but normally his tricks were not this serious. Trying to destroy Midgard? What was he thinking? Thor watched that realm. She couldn’t help but think that it was simply his reaction to be lied to for so many years. A small outbreak of anger, something that perhaps should have been expected. Well, by anyone that knew him perhaps.
Sif opened the door and stepped inside, it slowly closed behind her. She wore her white robe, she had planned on coming in her armor, however, it appeared it wouldn’t pass the guards. After all they didn’t want anyone killing Loki. Well, not that she would. “Have you learned your lesson?” Slowly she stepped forward and stood just out of his reach, if she decided to charge her. Seeing him like that was upsetting, and more than just a little. They had gone into battle so many times, fought so many different kinds of creatures. Together, the team had been unstoppable and now, well, here he was. Their team had been shattered and torn apart by one man’s wants and desires. Who knew where Thor was now.
Well, not that she was bitter, he had fallen in love with another human. Perhaps he would eventually see that she cared for him, perhaps, however, she doubted that he ever would. Much like she never saw the people that enjoyed her. That cared for her. Sif shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Was it worth it?”
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Post by lokilaufeyson on Feb 12, 2013 21:12:48 GMT -5
you were made to be ruled;in the end you will always kneel WORDS 000 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED OPEN
The god of mischief sighed, slamming the back of his head back against the wall, not even feeling the pain. He was so damn sore, every bone and muscle in his body ached, but he had brought this upon himself, he had no one other then his own selfish ways to blame for this. He groaned, sighing heavily. The chains jingled as he moved, the iron biting into his writs, blood sliding down his fingers and dripping off his fingertips. He was a dirty traitor and he knew it, he didn't try and deny it. There was no use in it.
Loki looked up at the screech of the door opening. He was actually surprised to see Sif. The dress, as white as the snow that blanketed Jotunheim, accented the curves of her body and the darkness of her hair. Her hair. The hair that had once been blonde but that had changed because of Loki himself. He didn't know if she was angry about it, she had never said and he had never asked, truth to be told he hadn't wanted to know. He had tried to do something good and if she didn't like it... then....well Loki just didn't want to know. He turned his eyes away, he didn't want to be seen reduced to this.
The god moved his eyes slowly back to her face. He knew that she cared for Thor, but his brother only had eyes for the moral, something that Loki would never understand, but then again there were many things that he didn't understand about Thor. His eyes met hers and he sighed. "At the time," he muttered. Why was she here? To taunt him? To mock him?
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Post by Lady Sif on Feb 13, 2013 14:16:39 GMT -5
No matter how much Sif wanted to hate Loki, she couldn’t. She understood his reasons in some ways. Though it would be something she never admitted. The warrior ran her fingers though her long ebony hair. She couldn’t stand to see a friend of hers in a situation like this. Despite it all, Midgard, forcing the rainbow bridge to be broken, she still saw him as one of her friends. Perhaps lost, and confused, but still present. “At thee time?” She sighed, almost a huff as she moved towards him.
Her hands reached out and she picked up one of his hands as the blood ran from him. It flowed off his fingertips onto her hands. Did she fear Loki? No, not as much as she should perhaps. He could lash out, he could hurt her, and she would be caught unprepared. However, for the moment, she was focused on something else. Her delicate fingers reached just inside her sash and pulled out a small bottle. She dripped some of the contents against his cuts, and lightly rubbed it in with her fingers, the wounds would slowly cloths, but in the mean time it would take the pain away. “Luck is with you, talk of your banishment was heard over the lands for days before your punishment was determined.”
Her eyes, looked up into his. “You should speak with the All-Father. Make amends.” She spoke softly. If he had pushed her away she would back towards the door. However, if not, her hands moved to his other wrist to repeat the process. The vial going back into her sash, and she retrieved a couple small bandages to wrap around his wrists. “Out of all of us Loki, most would have suspected I would have been the one to seek vengeance against Thor.” Which was another topic she had hard discussed since Loki’s capture. Her eyes met his for a moment and she sighed softly.
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