¤Vetalįa¤

Chaos, panic, disorder, and I have only just begun

[whispering-about-loki]

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[starscreamloki]

Still here, yet not as often as I used to be.

[a-smokeless-flame]

I'm always in for a resurrection

[loki-the-predator]

The Sting of Roses || Closed

[a-smokeless-flame]

With a golden glimmer Loki appeared at Vetalja’s side and he took in the scene, seeing the crumbled bodies of the witch’s companions and her kneeling form. “Dramatic,” he mumbled, though it wasn’t disapproving.

From a distance, cloaked by a spell, the Trickster God had watched all that had transpired between Vetalja and Hester, and when the witch had gotten too close, his scent in her nose, Vetalja had shrouded him further. The tingle of her magic was still running down his spine, though he hadn’t yet decided if it was pleasant or not.

He stared at the skull in her hand. “I have always found those two irritating,” he clarified without being asked. “Too nosy. Too…” He made a gesture with his hand, but gave up on searching for the right word which he couldn’t grasp.

Loki’s green eyes slowly traveled over Vetalja’s sprawled out form (flashes of a night they had shared long ago dancing over his retina) before they landed on her face. He didn’t speak, but looked at her expectantly.

@a-smokeless-flame​, @the-lady-witchitery​

She smirked at his first remark, shrugging it off with a raise of her glass. When he brought his attention to the witch's pets, the smirk faltered. Too needlessly loyal....A most annoying trait. She thought, only a little too loudly. It was as if they were plucked from some merry fairytale. Again she mentally cringed at "Vetty"

She caught a brief glimpse of the images his mind taunted. A both cheeky and knowing smile crept onto her face. Momentarily she allowed her own thoughts to wander before sadly dismissing them for the task at hand.

"I must say, she is quite taken with you. Even after...well, whatever you did....you should've felt her pulse when I, or rather you, held her."

Vetalįa regarded the witch with an odd fascination. Emotions of her kind had always perplexed her. Though she had been entirely truthful of wanting a fight. Vetalįa knew, somewhere in that mortal was a primal aggression. A disappointment she couldn't witness it firsthand. Still, the witch had put on a good enough show, and enough raw, mixing emotion to fuel a very dangerous part of Vetalįa.

She chuckled as she stood, "This is fun, we should do this more often." She was joking of course. Well, partly. As an after thought she placed the skull and glass down. "Though next time, if you could be so kind, just wish for world domination like everyone else."

Repeating an action from long ago, she held a hand out to Loki.

"Ready to forget?"

@loki-the-predator @the-lady-witchitery

[bowiescigarettes-deactivated201]

[starscreamloki]

Pokes @a-smokeless-flame wasn’t this the picture that made you swoon time and again? 😜

[a-smokeless-flame]

N-no.....

...if i recall so did you@starscreamloki *pokepoke*

[loki-the-predator]

A smile graced her lips. She indeed enjoyed this. How couldn’t she? However her curiosity was stronger than her witty desire.

“And what spell would that be, trickster?”

@loki-the-predator

A smile graced her lips. She indeed enjoyed this. How couldn’t she? However her curiosity was stronger than her witty desire.

“And what spell would that be, trickster?”

@loki-the-predator

“The spell to make inanimate objects adjust size depending on the wearer,” he clarified, shaking his head.

Oh, the bitter taste on his tongue to admitting his weakness only got thicker and more vile.

In his mind it should be such a simple spell - and it probably was - but if Loki couldn’t find the inner workings of said spell… Well, simple or not, he wouldn’t achieve it.

@a-smokeless-flame​

[a-smokeless-flame]

Her brows furrowed in thought. It puzzled her really, the god of mischief was incredibly resourceful, how had he not found such a spell? She knew quite a few for what he was asking, each scattered throughout her ancient memory. Then again, she learned them through experience, not books. There was no telling if they were ever even written down.

She held out her hand to the armor as she spoke. Not actually touching it, the material around her palm illuminated into scripture. Old and forgotten letters beaming to life as her hand guided among them, allowing her to better read the armor.

“To adjust only once, or to give it adaptability so that whatever form the wearer chooses, it reciprocates? And if so, may it work for any wearer?”

@loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

Irritation immediately flared within the God, but the reason of his aggravation had purely been his own fault. “Don’t…” he growled between clenched teeth. “Don’t touch it.”

His eyes flicked to the side, away from her, and then back to the armour. “It is not for me. It is a gift and I do not doubt that it will be tested to the fullest before it reaches the receiver. If it is tainted with foreign magic or energy, every effort will be in vain.”

Great. More weaknesses on the table.

“It is for a kid,” Loki murmured. “It needs to adept even as the child ages.”

@a-smokeless-flame

[a-smokeless-flame]

Vetalįa retracted her hand, but when she heard foreign magic, her eyes widened and she backed away entirely, for her entire being is a foreign magic. What’s more, this meant Vetalįa would need to teach Loki a spell with which his seidr would be completely compatible.

She looked to Loki when he mentioned the child, a small glimmer in her eye. All the more intriguing indeed.

After a moment of thought she summoned a book to her hand. Aged and worn, the written language just as forgotten. After finding what she sought, she produced a clean parchment which she then lay on top of the spell’s page. The ink bled onto the clean paper, copying the spell but this time in old norse. She sent the book back, and held out the parchment to Loki.

“It’s not too old, I found Hephaestus playing around with it back when the Greeks had their fun in this world.”

amoibḗ ana ídios métron métallon hodós

“Of course you of all people should know this isn’t free.”

@loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

“I am very aware of what I am asking, Vetalja,” he said dismayed as he took the paper. He didn’t tell her that is all-speak would allow him to read any language, even that from the book she had just been holding.

Quickly he scanned the paper and then he groaned in the back of his throat. “As I anticipated. So easy.” Loki sighed, half crumbling the paper in his hand as he made a fist, and looked at her. “Thank you.”

@a-smokeless-flame

[a-smokeless-flame]

Vetalįa was a bit annoyed at seeing her writing needlessly crumpled. Nevertheless she smiled and nodded at his thanks.

"What are friends for?"

She winked and with that her form vanished.

@loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

A smile graced her lips. She indeed enjoyed this. How couldn’t she? However her curiosity was stronger than her witty desire.

“And what spell would that be, trickster?”

@loki-the-predator

A smile graced her lips. She indeed enjoyed this. How couldn’t she? However her curiosity was stronger than her witty desire.

“And what spell would that be, trickster?”

@loki-the-predator

“The spell to make inanimate objects adjust size depending on the wearer,” he clarified, shaking his head.

Oh, the bitter taste on his tongue to admitting his weakness only got thicker and more vile.

In his mind it should be such a simple spell - and it probably was - but if Loki couldn’t find the inner workings of said spell… Well, simple or not, he wouldn’t achieve it.

@a-smokeless-flame​

[a-smokeless-flame]

Her brows furrowed in thought. It puzzled her really, the god of mischief was incredibly resourceful, how had he not found such a spell? She knew quite a few for what he was asking, each scattered throughout her ancient memory. Then again, she learned them through experience, not books. There was no telling if they were ever even written down.

She held out her hand to the armor as she spoke. Not actually touching it, the material around her palm illuminated into scripture. Old and forgotten letters beaming to life as her hand guided among them, allowing her to better read the armor.

“To adjust only once, or to give it adaptability so that whatever form the wearer chooses, it reciprocates? And if so, may it work for any wearer?”

@loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

Irritation immediately flared within the God, but the reason of his aggravation had purely been his own fault. “Don’t…” he growled between clenched teeth. “Don’t touch it.”

His eyes flicked to the side, away from her, and then back to the armour. “It is not for me. It is a gift and I do not doubt that it will be tested to the fullest before it reaches the receiver. If it is tainted with foreign magic or energy, every effort will be in vain.”

Great. More weaknesses on the table.

“It is for a kid,” Loki murmured. “It needs to adept even as the child ages.”

@a-smokeless-flame

[a-smokeless-flame]

Vetalįa retracted her hand, but when she heard foreign magic, her eyes widened and she backed away entirely, for her entire being is a foreign magic. What's more, this meant Vetalįa would need to teach Loki a spell with which his seidr would be completely compatible.

She looked to Loki when he mentioned the child, a small glimmer in her eye. All the more intriguing indeed.

After a moment of thought she summoned a book to her hand. Aged and worn, the written language just as forgotten. After finding what she sought, she produced a clean parchment which she then lay on top of the spell's page. The ink bled onto the clean paper, copying the spell but this time in old norse. She sent the book back, and held out the parchment to Loki.

"It's not too old, I found Hephaestus playing around with it back when the Greeks had their fun in this world."

amoibḗ ana ídios métron métallon hodós

"Of course you of all people should know this isn't free."

@loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

A smile graced her lips. She indeed enjoyed this. How couldn’t she? However her curiosity was stronger than her witty desire.

“And what spell would that be, trickster?”

@loki-the-predator

A smile graced her lips. She indeed enjoyed this. How couldn’t she? However her curiosity was stronger than her witty desire.

“And what spell would that be, trickster?”

@loki-the-predator

“The spell to make inanimate objects adjust size depending on the wearer,” he clarified, shaking his head.

Oh, the bitter taste on his tongue to admitting his weakness only got thicker and more vile.

In his mind it should be such a simple spell - and it probably was - but if Loki couldn’t find the inner workings of said spell… Well, simple or not, he wouldn’t achieve it.

@a-smokeless-flame​

[a-smokeless-flame]

Her brows furrowed in thought. It puzzled her really, the god of mischief was incredibly resourceful, how had he not found such a spell? She knew quite a few for what he was asking, each scattered throughout her ancient memory. Then again, she learned them through experience, not books. There was no telling if they were ever even written down.

She held out her hand to the armor as she spoke. Not actually touching it, the material around her palm illuminated into scripture. Old and forgotten letters beaming to life as her hand guided among them, allowing her to better read the armor.

"To adjust only once, or to give it adaptability so that whatever form the wearer chooses, it reciprocates? And if so, may it work for any wearer?"

@loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

A Present || closed

Thirty spellbooks later, a trip across the Nine and one unauthorised (and very dangerous) trip to Asgard later, Loki still hadn't found the means to achieve his goal.

And time was running out.

Loki stared at his old armour and with grave pain he admitted to himself he needed help. Nobody could create what he wanted, not even with combined forces. Useless! There was only one person he knew who could pull this off, and he wasn't sure he was going to like this. Yet, failure was not an option.

Damn!

"Vetalja, I know you can hear me," he sighed, dread already building. He was silent for a moment before he ground the words out between his teeth. "I need your help."

Oh, the vile taste of weakness...

"Could you... Could you come over here?"

@a-smokeless-flame

[a-smokeless-flame]

A soft breeze from far off bristled the god's hair, and along with it came Vetalįa. She stood at Loki's side, observing the armor herself, and as an odd rarity, her mouth remained shut.

Mutely, her gaze turned to Loki, one brow raised in interest.

@loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

Loki was shocked by her silence. He had expected a snide remark, a laugh, mockery, but none of that happened. He was both glad for it and annoyed by it. This made it much more complicated.

"I cannot find the spell," he whispered, staring at the armour. "And if I cannot find it, I cannot learn it."

@a-smokeless-flame

[a-smokeless-flame]

A smile graced her lips. She indeed enjoyed this. How couldn't she? However her curiosity was stronger than her witty desire.

"And what spell would that be, trickster?"

@loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

A Present || closed

Thirty spellbooks later, a trip across the Nine and one unauthorised (and very dangerous) trip to Asgard later, Loki still hadn't found the means to achieve his goal.

And time was running out.

Loki stared at his old armour and with grave pain he admitted to himself he needed help. Nobody could create what he wanted, not even with combined forces. Useless! There was only one person he knew who could pull this off, and he wasn't sure he was going to like this. Yet, failure was not an option.

Damn!

"Vetalja, I know you can hear me," he sighed, dread already building. He was silent for a moment before he ground the words out between his teeth. "I need your help."

Oh, the vile taste of weakness...

"Could you... Could you come over here?"

@a-smokeless-flame

[a-smokeless-flame]

A soft breeze from far off bristled the god's hair, and along with it came Vetalįa. She stood at Loki's side, observing the armor herself, and as an odd rarity, her mouth remained shut.

Mutely, her gaze turned to Loki, one brow raised in interest.

@loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

The Sting of Roses || Closed

[a-smokeless-flame]

Hester braced herself as Loki knelt down next to her; her last experience of his presence had been life changingly cruel. But as he lovingly bundled her into his arms she gasped, relieved… what was this? But it felt so good to be in his arms again. To feel held. To know he was trying to soothe her pain, reassure her, make things better again. She allowed herself to relax.

“Oh Loki,” she babbled, “Loki…” she leant her face into his hand, slowly blinking tearful eyes. A warmth began to spread in her chest. It halted sharply. Surrender.. to what? Give in… give.. in? What? Her eyes gradually widened.

“You’re… you’re….” It was hard to focus on his face so close, through stinging eyes and with a head still swimming  with echoes of Vetalja’s visions. “You’re……. helping her?” A shudder weaved through her with a knife. Now she was more than scared. Now she was frozen with ice-white horror.

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Even with the little lynx in the way, Loki continued to search Hester’s eyes. As if he was waiting for something, perhaps some sort of answer. Finally, as he was given no clear response, he let out a long, tired, sigh. Then he turned his attention to Izzy, smiling tenderly at her. Slowly, as to not alarm her, Loki moved his hand from Hester’s face to cherish the fur behind Izzy’s ears. “Such a sweet little creature. Don’t worry, I promise to bring you back.”

Loki looked back to the witch, and with the calmest of voices said, “I’m afraid I’ve lost my patience.” 

The hand on Izzy fastened around her neck, in an instant there was an audible snapping of bone, and the lynx's limp body fell to the ground.

{Vetalįa looked back to Hester, having taken loki's place.}

"Do you wish to know why I asked for such a thing as your permission?"

{One of Vetalįa's hands moved to the witch's back, finding her little insurance, of which she had left. As soon as she touched the golden circle its vines sprouted across Hester's skin. This time decorated with thorns. With each passing second the vines spread across the witch, cutting off all control of her body, and slowly but surely, her magic.}

It’s quite simple, really, I had only wanted for you to be relaxed, to make the whole process easier. You couldn’t imagine how hard it is to work while your subject won’t stop screaming. Pity. 

{The vines stretched onto every limb, blinding flowers bloomed and softened what strength the witch might still have. Soon Hester would be in a trance, one such as the same as when she was healed}

And, one last thing, dear witch.

{She leaned closer, whispering into Hester’s ear}

I’m helping him.

{With that, the golden light overtook Hester's eyes, breaking her off from the conscious reality before her. Gently, she shifted the shadows around the witch until she was back in her home, still pacified but now in a kneeling stance.

Vetalįa stood up and raised her hand to the sky. It took a few moments, but sure enough a bird's scull came flying into her outstretched palm, a few feathers left fluttering in its wake. Clarice.

In her hands it turned to dust, as did the body of the lynx lying at her feet, and herself. She reappeared lying on Hester's couch, not far from where the witch was kneeling, nursing a glass of asgardian wine. }

Whenever you're ready trickster...

@the-lady-witchitery @loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

The Sting of Roses || Closed

[a-smokeless-flame]

Hester fell to the floor, writhing. She clutched her stomach hard as she rolled over and tried to crawl under the table. To her shame, she baulked, and vomited.

“… A fight.” Vetalja’s threat brought her grasping back towards her senses. She curled over with her knees tucked underneath her and raised herself on her palms, saliva falling in a string to the floor. There, sniffing, she reached inward to an old magic that she scarcely ever remembered even knowing. It didn’t always work: Her training in Galdr had been incomplete.

Now was not the time to lack confidence. She began to intone a rune, stuttering, just barely able to steer her voice at first, in between spitting and groaning. She squinted her eyes tight shut and pushed her dizzy strength into the note. Gradually the kitchen began to fade away and the forest grew up around her. The old Norse magic had got her out of there.

Hester landed prostrate on a grassy slope. She could have sworn that hundreds of ants were running about her brain, racing up and down her neck, swelling her throat, stretching into her ear canals and laughing as she brought up yet more bile.

A black shadow shocked the corner of her eye and instinct cut in. She gripped the grass and pulled herself up onto all fours only to fall sideways with the effort. Clarice landed in front of her.

“Mistress!” she yelped.

“Wha……. I told you to get away!”

“Yes but, look- what happened in there?” Clarice bounced up and down and stared towards the house. Hester followed her gaze. FUCK! She had only managed to get a hundred yards away.

“Clarice, if you don’t go,” she puffed, “I will kill you myself.”

Clarice’s eyes widened and every feather fell still. “Hu…uh?”

“I will not let her hurt you.”

Clarice still stood still. “GO!” Hester screamed, and panted as she fought to stand, and shooed the bird away.

Turning all around, she tried to focus on the situation before fear would cut in with panic and confusion. Just as she was deciding what to do, she heard a crack of wood. Far too loud for a bird to have made.

“Izzy?” No, she thought, she would have gone. She held her temples, finally coming to. “Loki?”

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{ Vetalįa watched as Hester became but a desperate frenzy at her hand. Oh yes, she could taste every bit of the hysteria, the pain, the delightful fear which filled the air. She did, however, mentally scold herself for not making this fight last. She would  much rather have broken the witch slowly, instrumentally, having her clawing and thrashing to the very last breath. 

Watching her flee, Vetalja withdrew from Hester’s mind. The storm of memories came creeping back, along with the little information the witch had stolen. Of course she hadn’t expected the dear to get too far, but Vetalja couldn’t help her surprised laugh upon realizing Hester had barely moved but a few yards. Taking her time, Vetalįa’s form relaxed into the shadows to chase her prey.  

Loki saw her there on the ground, so weak, just on the brink of being broken. His brow furrowed as he made his way to her, only briefly hesitating as she spoke his name. Perhaps it was guilt, maybe more so the sheer frailty of her voice, nevertheless he continued in his path. 

Though he gave no reaction to her condition, he could feel the torment which resonated from Hester, bits of a dangerous magic still prodding at her. He knelt down and gently eased her into his arms, stroking her back as soothingly as he could. “Shh, little witch...it’s alright...” His voice was soft, almost mystically so. Loki caressed her cheek before pulling her to look at him. His eyes boring into hers.

“You know what you need to do.”

surrender

The word was silent, and yet the loudest command.

all you need to do...is give in

say it  

@loki-the-predator @the-lady-witchitery

[loki-the-predator]

Hoe is your relationship with your aesir family?

You might want to rephrase that question, Pesky Ant.

#seriously, do you mortals forget to reread your messages before you hit that ‘send’ button? #you have the attention span of my Admin…

[a-smokeless-flame]

Well now, I believe such a title may suit you

[loki-the-predator]

The Sting of Roses || Closed

[a-smokeless-flame]

The shields around Hester’s mind shot up instantly, soon as she realised that her visitor’s words were heading towards a threat. She spoke to Clarice and Izzy in their thoughts, ‘Leave the house. Quietly. Get as far away as possible and stay there. I’ll find you when it’s safe.’ She could sense their confusion and hesitancy and added, ‘NOW.’  Izzy backed up and left the kitchen.

Hester stood with her arms folded, staring at Vetalja, expressionless. She let a long silence grow between them. The details of the threat were shocking, but she had heard worse.

“Well, Vetalja,” she spoke quietly, camly, “it wouldn’t be the first time I’d almost become ash, would it?” she smiled and took a few steps towards her.

“You may attack my body, Vetalja, but never forget that I can hurt your mind. And my threat comes with no detail for you. It would all be a juicy surprise.”

She snapped into Vetalja’s thoughts and started shuffling them into decks, faster and faster, linking and unlinking, unpicking details like tugging at embroidery with a penknife, stretching out dark pages this way and that, throwing light into long, dark passageways, throwing aside this pile and that pile until finally. Finally.Loki’s face peered back at her. She sniggered. She focussed on the image and listened…. DAMN! She could only read, not hear him.

Finding the picture of no more use, she could have let go of it and retreated but why? Now she should show respect after being threatened like that?

Hester’s mind flicked the image with whip-like tendrils till it was motionless, and held it still, as easily as fixing a note to a fridge door. She pinned the illusion of burning flames across it and held it firm till the memory disintegrated, slowly, seeringly, scortching a hole that would feel like a migraine every time Vetalja poked it in search of what was once there.

Gradually, Hester withdrew from Vetalja’s mind.

“What intrigues me, Vetalja, is how you can be capable of visiting all those things on me, yet still need my permission to get what you want. So. Why don’t you tell me what it is you want?”

@a-smokeless-flame​  @loki-the-predator​

{She froze. Vetalja’s eyes went wide, her face turned to a look of what might possibly be fear.}

What....what have you....

{Her voice a shattered whimper of what it once was. Then her brows knit in confusion. Then her mouth opened only partially, then it closed. Then she bit her lip.

And then.....she just couldn’t hold it any longer.

Clutching her stomach as she fell to the ground, her laughter echoing through the walls, so loud it rippled through out the entire surrounding forest. Her words barely audible from her glee.}

Oh...I’m sorry..... I tried! I really did! ....Oh but you just look so sure of yourself-

Did you...truly believe, that you could-ha- hurt me?...With a magic that I restored?

{Two voices joined her own, bouncing off the walls. One soft as silk, that of an angel. The other demonic and beastly, snarling with every word.

Vetalįa seemed to be....shimmering. Her skin turning a lilac shade, golden markings that were almost blinding traced across her skin. Two more pairs of arms appeared from seemingly nothing, fading black to her hands. Regaining her composure, she slowly rose to her feat, she was taller, much taller, now towering over the other woman. Her hair danced as if with its own mind, strands licking at the air.}

Come now, dear, my mind doesn't work so simply. Do you wish to know what you’ve accomplished? You, oh powerful witch, have caused me to forget the appearance of the god of mischief.

{Her eyes were now glowing with her glee}

Perhaps you'd like another try?

{Vetalįa's magic seized and clawed at the spiritual tendrils of the witch, dragging her back into Vetalja’s mind.

They all flashed at once, not a single detail misplaced.

Torture only capable of being inflicted by a god, every second of a four hundred year old imprisonment, a thousand mournings of a thousand deaths, more versions of hell then she would ever imagine, eons and eons of memories all pushing for insanity, thrusting each upon her in unison.}

And you are already giving me exactly what I want.

A fight.

@the-lady-witchitery @loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

The Sting of Roses || Closed

[a-smokeless-flame]

Hester followed the Vetalja into the kitchen and tutted at the spilled coffee. She was slightly embarrassed at leaving it in front of a visitor, however much she suspected her intentions. She clicked her fingers and pointed at it, making it sizzle into nothing.

She looked around, instinctively peering out to the hallway, despite of course knowing that any invisibility spell of Loki’s would be impenetrable. Sod it. Just assume he’s there, she decided.

“I’m fine, thanks,” she said, “pretty good, in fact.” A genuine smile, as Vetalja had be kind after all in returning Hester to health.

“But if this is all you’re here for, why the disguise? You surely didn’t think English woodland would have Norwegian Forest Cats just wandering about looking for squirrel supper?” she couldn’t hide a chuckle at the image in her own mind.

Izzy wandered the kitchen too and fro, sniffing the air. She circled her mistress and sat between her and the… Hmm. Thing, she decided to call it.

Hester stood with her arms folded and stared awhile at Vetalja. “Why in earth would I need a proposal of anything whatsoever when my life is now fine. The very offer confirms you are up to something.”

@a-smokeless-flame @loki-the-predator

Disguise? Dearest Witch, what you see before you is as much a disguise as this one.

{Effortlessly her body took human form, her arms propped up on her legs with her chin resting against her clasped hands, peering at you with an amused grin.}

I thought you were fond of cats, pity. 

{ Vetalįa's magic drifted further through out the home, it was as much a distraction as it was calming. soothing. Warm. Balancing out the atmosphere as she saw fit. The more she influenced the air, the slower their reactions, the more she got into the witch's head, the easier it'd be to attain whatever she wanted from whomever was breathing.

At first, each wave was painstakingly slow, soon they became prouder, more ominent. Perhaps Hester had noticed, though once she confronted Vetalįa....oh it would just be too easy...}

As for my proposal, you hold memories of a certain god i would very much like to pick through. Now you're going to let me, or each and every little cell in that body of yours shall age to that of a rotting corpse. And then I'll simply age it back, and ask again.

Oh but don't worry, I'll leave your nerves intact so you feel it all.

And you should know by now, I’m always up to something. 

@loki-the-predator @the-lady-witchitery

[loki-the-predator]

The Sting of Roses || Closed

[loki-the-predator]

{She listened intently, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards at his voiced acknowledgment of her strength. His words held a strange sense of flattery. Silvertongue

An eyebrow quirked up at the idea of “trust.” She didn’t actually believe him, however, she couldn’t help but ponder over such a thought. He was not a fool, surely he wouldn’t……well,….then again….

After a few moments of holding his gaze, Vetalįa gave a short laugh. Dismissing her current thoughts.}

Careful Trickster, you sound almost serious.

Now, enough of this chatter, take me to the Witch. It will be much less tiresome if all recipients are in one place. And you do know where she is, yes?

@loki-the-predator

Minutely Loki’s eyes narrowed and he scowled, but quickly it fell away as hid behind a smile like he so often did. He indeed had been serious. Well, maybe not about the trust part… Partly maybe… probably! But he knew power when he sensed it, and he had sensed it on her the first moment they had met.

The other reason he was less than displeased was because he had to take one witch to the other. How marvelous, how delightful, how… ironic! 

“No, I do not know where she is,” Loki simply said - the truth. “The moment I broke contact with her I stopped keeping track of her as well and hid myself from her. As far as I am aware we are not aware of each others whereabouts.”

@a-smokeless-flame​

[a-smokeless-flame]

Of course……

{Her eyes closed shut in her long inhale, opening again with a bittersweet smile. The annoyance in her voice quite clear.}

we wouldn’t want any of this to be easy now would we?

{Briefly she reminded herself of why exactly she was agreeing to do any of this before beginning her search. As inconveniencing as it was, pinpointing Hester’s location did not take too much effort. Yes the Witch had a number of wards, and the possibilities of her whereabouts could be endless due to her access of the realms. However…..she carried a piece of Vetalįa’s power through her veins…

 Almost robot like, her eyes shifted to the left, her head soon following as she locked on to one single spot. With a brow quirked and her smirk slowly widening.}

Got it.

{A fire struck before the two, blazing until it engulfed them in its flaming tendrils. It would surely have burned and blinded the god had it not dispersed as quick as it came, leaving only a small lingering sting.

They now stood in the heart of a great woods- or rather, Loki stood- their presence sheilded by trees and Vetalįa’s magic from Hester’s and all other’s senses. Not far from them rested the witch’s home

Vetalįa ears perked and twitched as she interprited the inside of the large house and all its residents. She looked up at Loki from her where she sat, the eyes of the Norwegian forest cat shining with just a hint of gold}

Watch if you like, though do keep yourself hidden. If you and her begin a conversation we will never leave.

{In a Silver blur she found her way to Hester’s door, simply sitting in front of it before her magic spread throughout the house, acknowledging the witch of her presence. Vetalįa’s form of a doorbell.

@the-lady-witchitery @loki-the-predator

[the-lady-witchitery]

Hester had been pouring coffee into a glass when she stiffened, every hair suddenly chilling.

“WHOAH!” Clarice snapped, but it was too late. The drink had spilled over the  top of the glass. Coffee was everywhere. Izzy running into the kitchen interrupted Hester’s expletives.

“Hester!”

“Yes. I felt it too.”

Beings could use their magic to hide themselves from Hester. But they couldn’t hide their use of some sort of magic from her. Not without including a further spell, and not many thought they needed it. Usually she would feel their work as a wave in the wards; like the trail left by a carp as it crosses a pond. But this was strong. Powerful magic that.. that she had experienced before.

The three stared all around, in tense silence, walking into the open centre of the house. Breaths held, as the magic entered their home. They stopped and turned their gaze on each other. “Be careful,” Hester whispered, as Izzy returned to Lynx form. Gradually their mutual focus was on the front door. Hester nodded at Izzy to move.

The muscular feline stalked over and sniffed round the edges. She walked backwards a few steps and glanced at Hester. ‘You’re the one who needs to be careful,” she smirked.

Hester, confused, walked carefully to the door and opened it a crack. She saw no one. “Hmm.” Then a tiny movement caught her eye as a fluffy tail swished.

With a broad smile, her eyes sparkling, she opened the door fully and in a moment of careless innocence almost bent to stroke this exquisite example of her favourite animal. Izzy’s small growl snapped her back to reality.

“Hmmm. What have we here?” Hester took a step and folded her arms. “A stray? In a forest? And look how beautiful its coat is.”

“Indeed,” Izzy stared at the twinkling eyes of the smaller cat. “And I wonder what its name is. Vetty, perhaps?”

Hester’s eyes widened. “Why yes,” she tapped her hand on her chin. She laughed. “Or perhaps… Tally?” She smiled down at the cat. “Well?” Her demeanor changed as dozens of possibilities raced around her mind. “Are you coming in?”

Suddenly a terrible sample of those possibilities hit her. Had the reason for this visit been to take back her spell? Was Hester to begin to age and fall apart again?

The thought had brought back the memory of who else had been there when her strength and magic had returned. She felt fear and something else… anger. Yes. She pinched her eyes and breathed deeply against the emotions.

“And I suspect you have a friend to bring in too.” She had been fooled by Loki’s invisibility spell before, though as with that time, she didn’t actually sense his presence, but this time, suspected it.

“Yes,” Izzy chuckled. “Let’s see what the cat drags in.”

Clarice settled down on one of the rafters to watch.

@a-smokeless-flame  @loki-the-predator

[a-smokeless-flame]

{An ear quivered at the mockery of her name, though her demeanor remained calm. She had almost forgotten of the familiars, their minds would need rearrangements as well. Lucky her.}

Hello dear Witch....

{Her voice radiated such power from the small being, sealing her identity with the swiftest shine of her golden eyes. She cocked her head to the side, what could almost be seen as a grin playing at her lips}

Have you so little faith? I only wished to see how you're fairing. I suppose i could have just watched from afar, though this seemed a bit more polite.

{Taking up on the Witch's offer, Vetalįa contently strode into the house. She couldn't help but admire the inside, curious of all its hidden oddities, ones she would decidedly uncover in another time.

She found what must've been the kitchen, merely glancing at the rather large coffee stain before finding her perch on the nearest table. Her tail swished lazily as she answered Hester's suspicions}

Would you think me a fool? As much as I do so enjoy it, the chaos you create together is fairly predictable. You're not giving me any credit, you're misunderstanding me bla bla bla......

It's a bit tiresome you see...

No dear, this little visit of mine is for you, to make sure you weren't, well.....In lack of better words, burning from the inside out.

I may also have, a proposition...of sorts.

@loki-the-predator @the-lady-witchitery

[loki-the-predator]

The Sting of Roses || Closed

[loki-the-predator]

{She listened intently, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards at his voiced acknowledgment of her strength. His words held a strange sense of flattery. Silvertongue

An eyebrow quirked up at the idea of “trust.” She didn’t actually believe him, however, she couldn’t help but ponder over such a thought. He was not a fool, surely he wouldn’t……well,….then again….

After a few moments of holding his gaze, Vetalįa gave a short laugh. Dismissing her current thoughts.}

Careful Trickster, you sound almost serious.

Now, enough of this chatter, take me to the Witch. It will be much less tiresome if all recipients are in one place. And you do know where she is, yes?

@loki-the-predator

Minutely Loki’s eyes narrowed and he scowled, but quickly it fell away as hid behind a smile like he so often did. He indeed had been serious. Well, maybe not about the trust part… Partly maybe… probably! But he knew power when he sensed it, and he had sensed it on her the first moment they had met.

The other reason he was less than displeased was because he had to take one witch to the other. How marvelous, how delightful, how… ironic! 

“No, I do not know where she is,” Loki simply said - the truth. “The moment I broke contact with her I stopped keeping track of her as well and hid myself from her. As far as I am aware we are not aware of each others whereabouts.”

@a-smokeless-flame​

[a-smokeless-flame]

Of course......

{Her eyes closed shut in her long inhale, opening again with a bittersweet smile. The annoyance in her voice quite clear.}

we wouldn’t want any of this to be easy now would we?

{Briefly she reminded herself of why exactly she was agreeing to do any of this before beginning her search. As inconveniencing as it was, pinpointing Hester’s location did not take too much effort. Yes the Witch had a number of wards, and the possibilities of her whereabouts could be endless due to her access of the realms. However.....she carried a piece of Vetalįa’s power through her veins...

 Almost robot like, her eyes shifted to the left, her head soon following as she locked on to one single spot. With a brow quirked and her smirk slowly widening.}

Got it.

{A fire struck before the two, blazing until it engulfed them in its flaming tendrils. It would surely have burned and blinded the god had it not dispersed as quick as it came, leaving only a small lingering sting.

They now stood in the heart of a great woods- or rather, Loki stood- their presence sheilded by trees and Vetalįa's magic from Hester's and all other's senses. Not far from them rested the witch's home

Vetalįa ears perked and twitched as she interprited the inside of the large house and all its residents. She looked up at Loki from her where she sat, the eyes of the Norwegian forest cat shining with just a hint of gold}

Watch if you like, though do keep yourself hidden. If you and her begin a conversation we will never leave.

{In a Silver blur she found her way to Hester's door, simply sitting in front of it before her magic spread throughout the house, acknowledging the witch of her presence. Vetalįa's form of a doorbell.

@the-lady-witchitery @loki-the-predator

[loki-the-predator]

The Sting of Roses || Closed

[loki-the-predator]

{She scoffed, an amused smile gracing her lips}Do you even fathom the complexity of your request?

{ Vetalįa circled the god, the bright stars that once littered the room were drawn once again, though now a couple glimmered green, symbolizing the memories loki wished to be gone}

Before you met, she had initially been searching for you for over a few centuries, yes? Simply “erasing” so much memory would leave her confused.

{the green stars burnt out with the slightest wave of her hand, leaving behind several empty spots of darkness}

And we both know Hester would tenaciously search for reason as to why she is suddenly in the twentyfirst century with no recollection as to why.

Not to mention, i doubt you would be perfectly content with having a blank in your memory

{ vetalįa knew she could leave no trace of her tampering. If the Witch grew curious, she would surely find some justification to seek out the god once again, and the entire mess would undoubtedly unfold.

And by the ancients, if Vetalįa would have to deal with a mortal’s mind one more time…

As she spoke the little green lights reappeared, this time only a few darkened while the other simply turned a pure white, the green falling off into dust.}

I have to trim every memory, any thought she had of you or me for that matter. All withought scattering her sanity. This is far too delicate to be done in such haste.

It would so much easier just to kill her….{She murmured this more to herself, her own words having exhausted her}

No, I know…no breaking…

{She finally stopped in front of him, with a small, knowing smile}

I never said you had to see her, I will…..pacify her, she won’t even know you’re there.

@loki-the-predator

Loki scoffed and then admitted, “It wouldn’t be the first blank in my memory.” No, with age such as his and hers the gaps of memories seemed inevitable, not to mention he had no recollection of certain events when he had drank too much.

He looked up at Vetalja. “And this is the reason I ask you and not do it myself.” Oh, how he loathed to admit he wasn’t strong enough to do something, yet it was the bitter truth. “I am sure you are able to clear her memory of me, my memory of her and your memory of her too without tearing any of us into oblivion.”

He gave her a small smile. “And you have already taken all the ramifications into consideration and you can fix that. I would not say I trust you, but I do.”

@a-smokeless-flame​

[a-smokeless-flame]

{She listened intently, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards at his voiced acknowledgment of her strength. His words held a strange sense of flattery. Silvertongue

An eyebrow quirked up at the idea of "trust." She didn't actually believe him, however, she couldn't help but ponder over such a thought. He was not a fool, surely he wouldn't......well,....then again....

After a few moments of holding his gaze, Vetalįa gave a short laugh. Dismissing her current thoughts.}

Careful Trickster, you sound almost serious.

Now, enough of this chatter, take me to the Witch. It will be much less tiresome if all recipients are in one place. And you do know where she is, yes?

@loki-the-predator

[starscreamloki]

3- Bucky, Loki, Vetalįa;)

Fuck Loki (no surprise there I guess)

Take A Bullet For Bucky (I’d also do it for Loki)

Murder Vetalja (yeah, it was kinda the last option left even though I wouldn’t do it…)

[a-smokeless-flame]

Oh but it would be fun to try