carve a path in chaos

● mcu / mythos based ● multi-ship / multi-verse please read the guidelines & verses pages for more info on both mun and muse.

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A Summation of the Day

Me: Hey, we've got all these replies to get to. Think you might be up for, y'know, doing something? Anything? Loki!Muse: Lol no.

Sigh. We'll try again tomorrow.

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OOC

I’m not quite around to make replies yet, but I did want to say hello to all the new followers on the blog! If I haven’t directly interacted with any of you and you’d would like to plot or thread, let’s do it. I’ve got Loki here, and a Dark!Sigyn sideblog (lostmylightx), as well. Don’t be shy. (:

(Mentioning names so that it will notify you of the post: lordfreyrofalfheimr, rider-of-fury-hiccup, of-ipods-and-interns, heroicshadowchxrmer, motherofasgard, mjolnirschosen, lokiheim, spywitharedledger, kinglaufeyofjotun)

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open to all // au

Loki breathed deep the smoggy air of New York as the anonymity of Time Square in the nighttime greedily swallowed him whole. Fading into the shadows was something he was fairly skilled at, something that could only be accomplished in such a setting as he currently found himself. Stepping into a bar was like stepping into a spotlight, the instant recognition and focus like a tidal wave almost wherever he went, these days.

It was exactly what he had bargained for in signing on for Midgardian fame in the music business, but that did little to make it less overwhelming at times. His records had done well, his singles hitting the top of the charts, venues booked solid for the duration of his tour. It was the sort of success mortals could only dream about and Gods had no use for, leaving a perfect window of opportunity for one with no ties to any realm to exploit his talents and charisma.

Midgardian music as a career was something which did not grow dreadfully boring within mere seconds. Moreover, it shamed Odin, brought Loki the adoration and acknowledgment he had always thirsted for, and provided him a niche in the realm – it was quite good enough.

Still, he couldn’t deny needing a moment to simply absorb and to be, at times. It was then that he found himself wandering the city streets, blending into the sea of faces and the hum of activity that seemed unending in the ‘Big Apple’ as New Yorkers themselves referred to it. On nights such as the one in question, he often did little more than wander, his hands in his pockets or occasionally fumbling with a cigarette, taking in the scenery and the life of average, everyday individuals. It was calming somehow, a few notches below over-stimulation, and on this particular night, it was just what he needed.

[forestri]

[frosne-logner]

For you, lillyintheimpalawiththedoctor. <3

[cuppateaa]

[mirab3lle]

#Things that sound perfect normal to us but insane to everyone else

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closed // victorywomansigyn

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Truly she had not known what she was missing out on. Sigyn loved the gardens in the day time. She would spend time reading her books here, normally it was a good place where nobody bothered her. Sometime’s she would even spend time walking alone so she could have the privacy of her own thoughts and not have to worry about someone coming up to her. At night however, everything was different. It was like a whole different garden she had never seen before. The lights were like extra stars, giving off colourful glows as they towered over their heads. 

Sigyn took a few steps away from Loki, completely entranced by the garden and the lights that decorated it. It had some sort of mystifying effect, especially when there was so much to look at. All the different colours, and the way they complimented the natural flora and fauna. It was a whole new ordeal looking and walking through the gardens at a later time.

For a moment her mind had cleared, forgetting the beautiful scenery, and reminding her of Loki. “They are undoubtedly gorgeous.” She agreed with him. Sigyn turned around to face him once again before she embraced him for a hug. “You really didn’t have to do this, but I’m glad that you did.” She half mumbled her words as she held him in a hug for a few moments.

As she pulled away she couldn’t help but comment, “I truly do not know why I never came to the gardens during the night. I have obviously been missing out on a wonderful experience.”

[frosne-logner]

“Again, that is nonsense. You are worth more than the effort of a simple night out, darling,” he spoke softly. He quite welcomed the gesture as she put her arms around him in a hug, looping his arms around her in reciprocation and resting his head atop hers. Allowing himself to take more of a moment than he may have had she been in a position to see him, he permitted himself to indulge in a wide and genuine smile – he had done well to bring her there, he could tell by the way she reveled in the sights around them. It warmed his heart to see her so happy and mesmerized by something which he had orchestrated.

She pulled away and he tamed the wild smile that stretched across his face down to a slightly tamer grin, which mellowed even more as he scanned the area for any sign of the wine he had ordered to be brought to them, his search coming up empty. “It would be that much more a wonderful experience if the wine I requested were anywhere to be seen,” he murmured, ever the pessimist. He had vowed to himself not to have such a negative attitude as he normally maintained however, and quickly corrected the misstep. “No matter, I suppose. This is shaping up to be a wonderful evening in its own right, wine or no.”

[donttalkaboutfightclub]

"I had to get close to you somehow."

"I should’ve known," Lilly laughed humorlessly. "The god of mischief and lies, and I never suspected him to be lying." She said, fury masking the betrayed, hurt tone quite well.

[donttalkaboutfightclub]

"You know, the proper way to get information from me is to kidnap me. Torture me, perhaps. It’s the polite way," Lilly said, sarcasm laced in her tone. "You might’ve had to wait your turn, though, I believe there’s a queue for torturing me for information." She rolled her eyes.

[frosne-logner]

"You think me so mundane as to believe I would resort to torture and kidnapping? I am simply wounded," he scoffed. In reality, he had merely presumed that torture and kidnapping, in Lilly's case, would have been a short and relatively unproductive method of obtaining the information she had to offer. She was strong, unlikely to cave quickly under even heavy duress, which made it that much more likely that he would garner the information he needed with a somewhat longer and move involved game.

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{Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things} Loki & Lady Loki

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If somebody were to dress in another’s attire or dress similar to them for a form of fun for a form of mocking they must be merely childish, to take somebody and make them feel small, to make them feel inferior wasn’t something Loki would agree too she had been made to feel small, she had been made to feel not good enough, this was no game or at least not a game she would find herself playing. For anybody. She cannot make this Loki believe her, she can only hope he hear’s the truth in what she’s telling him for it is the truth, right now she had no cause to lie. She’s lost, stuck on a place she doesn’t know, a place that isn’t her home. She needed help, she couldn’t keep parading around this place searching for it, who better then to help but a version of herself?.

When he reached out to touch her bracelet she had thought of pulling back her wrist, not sure as to what he may do or if he may attempt to take the bracelet for himself, but she doesn’t, she decide’s to trust him, to allow him too inspect it. Lockie, it was the first name that popped into her head, maybe later should could think of something better but for now it was something, something then either of them calling each other Loki, after all would it not only get confusing in the end?.

Childlike she finds a smile casting upon her lip’s as he say’s her ‘new’ name, and yet when he step’s back she’s not sure why? did he say do something? did she say something she shouldn’t. Taking a deep breath she attempt’s to clear her lungs to steady herself, this is allot to take in even for her, a new place, a place that is her home in another life, another version of herself?. Her eyebrow’s raise at his questioning, she should have expected it, she doesn’t mind, in fact she understand’s why he’s doing it, if he was in her shoe’s then she would do the same without hesitation. “Which one is it you mean?” she say’s as if it were merely a simple matter?. “Did you mean your step father Odin or your real father Laufey?” she tilt’s her head a touch allowing her raven lock’s to fall to one side.

Lockie knew exactly why he had asked such a question, why he would want an answer, hopefully she had given him one a good enough answer, one he he could take and understand that she wasn’t lying, she may have done in the past that much he would probably understand, but not now. Not in front of him.

[frosne-logner]

Loki found himself at an utter loss for words, offered little choice other than to believe her; there was scarcely another soul in Asgard who would know the answer to the question he had asked, and he was perfectly sure that the old fool had not taken on the guise of a beautiful woman in an attempt to simply wreak havoc on his emotions.

And yes, if Loki were able to allow himself to think of such things at that precise moment, he would have counted the lady amongst the beautiful. Her features were familiar and much like his own, though they were considerably softened with the touch of natural femininity a woman possessed. It may have been a vulgar display of ego, but could one truly call it vanity when speaking of another being who existed outside of himself entirely? He could not be certain.

“How can this be?” he murmured, mostly asking a rhetorical question, the information taking its time to settle in his mind. There was not much of an alternative when pressed with such convincing evidence, the knowledge of one of his deepest secrets combining with the physical proof that was offered to him too striking of a combination to simply ignore. Still, it was quite the large mental burden to take on all at once, and he found himself struggling with it despite his usual prowess with matters of intellect.

“Allow me to reiterate what is happening here, for at least my own benefit -  there is a version of myself, having lived through my entire history, that shares my past, and that version is you… or rather, that you are me,” he stated, no longer posing he idea as a question as they had clearly hashed over the situation as much and as clearly as Lockie was able to explain it to him. It would not be commonplace information no matter how she rephrased it. “And you are stuck here, without a clue as to how to return to your version of my… our life.”

[terahulda]

She falls silent as you speak, listening with an impassible mask before muttering after you finish. " Oh yes, the planet you tried to force into subjugation with a giant alien army will certainly seek a union. Also if you could not call me mortal. You say it like with so much disdain. I have done nothing to you." She couldn't help but to roll her eyes before she looks at him a moment her eyes narrowing in thought. " Wait. How on earth did you end up the king of Asgard? Didn't your brother bring you here to be reprimanded?" She couldn't imagine a race celebrating someone attempting to take over a planet. Of course, this culture had yet to cease to amaze her.

[frosne-logner]

“Much has changed since you were last aware of the happenings in a realm not your own. It would be a very long and certainly uninteresting story for you, darling,” he muttered with a slight huff. He did not owe her an explanation, nor did he typically feel like recounting the story of how he replaced the AllFather as king, the death of his mother, all of the darkness that had come to pass in recent times. It was not easy for the general public to accept his miraculous ‘resurrection’ and subsequent rise to the throne, but with Odin passing unexpectedly and Thor no longer roaming the realm, there was little argument to be made against the move.

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{Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things} Loki & Lady Loki

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She found himself studying his feature’s trying to figure out exactly what he must be thinking or feeling right now, she knew if it were herself she would be thinking this was some form of cruel trick, or game that somebody maybe pulling on herself. Would it have been better to explain how she had gotten here, how and why she was actually standing in his room rather then telling him her ‘names’ or her actual name. The name’s she had given him where not name’s she was proud of in fact most made her cringe or shy away from those name calling, however she embraced her ‘Banshee Queen’ title, there was just something about that, that made a good shiver run up her back. A Banshee had many form’s, she liked to think she took on the form of the beautiful Banshee, not warning of those of their death but more of their stupidity, after all was she not always the one at Thor’s side telling him why he shouldn’t do something or why himself and his friend’s where utter fool’s in a single moment. That was why they refereed to her as a Banshee, damn Thor and his mocking, damn him and his child like nature, he needed to grow up he needed to learn.

"Game" she countered back, she would not be intimidated by him, he would not bully her, she would show no fear, before his word’s reached her ear’s, he claimed to be her, she claimed to be him. She was right, there was another version of herself here. A male version. Interesting. The shake in his voice startled her, curious, she hadn’t expected to hear such a emotion in the sound of his voice and yet in away she understood, if she was in his shoes he would be feeling exactly the same way as him. “I play no game with you—My Lord" the last word’s left her lips in a sign of respect for the man before her, she know’s she had been admiring him before, and to know he was in fact a version of her didn’t change a thing. "What sick pleasure would somebody gain by pretending to be somebody they are not?".

Shaking her head she had to make him understand, Loki didn’t want to fight, she didn’t want him to call the guards or cast her aside, he could possibly help her, help her return him. “Please My Lord, wait a moment” hesitating she raise’s her arm pulling back her sleeve to reveal what appear’s to be a small harmless silver bracelet in the shape of a snake, wrapped around her wrist. “I created this device. After testing it a few times I thought it was safe. I thought it was ready to use. After a few jumps from different times, realms, the device was supposed to take me home. But it appear’s it has brought me here and now it refuse’s to work, I have no idea how to get home” she fall’s silent allowing all of the sudden out burst of information to settle in.

"I am you, you are me. Different versions but two side’s of the same coin" a small smile twitches on her lips as she take’s a hold of the edge’s of her dress curtseying before him, straightening up quickly. "I am Lady Loki, but if it suits you better you may refer to me as Lockie".

[frosne-logner]

He had no defined answer as to why someone would parade in the guise of someone whom they were not or why one would find that enjoyable. He hesitated to hazard a guess at the motivations of others or what benefit could come of doing such a thing, but it still sunk into his mind as the one and only explanation that fit the present situation. Even as she demanded he hear out her explanation of how she came to be where she was, it was nearly impossible to force the pieces to fit logically. He did as she asked however, allowing her to weave her tale of alternate dimensions and Asgards separate from the one in which they now stood face to face, suspended in disbelief that mingled haphazardly with intrigue.

She held out her wrist, the serpent bracelet looped around it daintily, and he reached out to inspect the bauble. It seemed ordinary enough at first, though upon closer inspection, he was able to detect that it was not entirely without magical properties. He had never encountered a time traveler, was not even entirely convinced such a thing was possible, but he supposed it was at very least a modest prospect that she was not lying. There was something in those too-familiar eyes that spoke of honesty, though if she were indeed an alternate version of him, he knew better than to take that at face value.

It suit him quite well to refer to her as something other than Loki, the idea of calling another his own name too outlandish to be considered normal, even for him.

“Yes, then, Lockie,” he began, stepping back a few paces to give them both some breathing room in the wake of their recent revelations, though he kept his eyes trained on the woman. “If in fact I am to believe what you say – which you must admit sounds perfectly insane – then indulge me will you? Tell me something…. Who is my father?”

It was a touchy subject at best, though it was also one of Asgard’s most well kept secrets. To the layperson, the answer to his inquiry would unquestionably be Odin. To someone who shared his history, his past, however, the answer would differ quite dramatically. No one other than the AllFather would have the correct answer to the question, providing Lockie an opportunity to either sink or bolster her claims.

[donttalkaboutfightclub]

"I had to get close to you somehow."

"I should’ve known," Lilly laughed humorlessly. "The god of mischief and lies, and I never suspected him to be lying." She said, fury masking the betrayed, hurt tone quite well.

[frosne-logner]

"Do us both a favor and try not to sound so shocked," he spoke with a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he did. "A Midgardian with so much information, and so much of it valuable to me... It is not exactly a stretch of the imagination to see why it was an appealing plan."

[3-pico]

A warm smile grew on her face, though it was tinged with sadness. "She sounds lovely. It must be truly nice to have a mother. Someone to confide in like that. All I have, well frankly the only one I have ever truly spoken to is you, my lord." She admitted.

Clearly his mother meant much to him, and she put it in her mind for later. Perhaps she would pay the woman a visit herself. She at least, sounded like less of a monster. "The All Mother, she is Vanir too, is she not?"

[frosne-logner]

“I admit this is among the first times I have been counted as a valuable confidant,” he mused with a slight smirk. The bulk of those who surrounded him would not trust him with even the beginning of a secret, let alone anything more pressing than that. To hear himself referred to in the context of a trusted source… Well, that was quite new.

“Indeed she is,” Loki answered with a nod. Frigga was of Vanir ancestry, her marriage to Odin, an Aesir, having been on of the major catalysts in moving forward the peace between the two divided groups. There were, unfortunately, those who still clung to the older schools of thought in their treatment of the Vanir, usually making an exception to their judgments in order to respect the Queen as they were required to do. “It takes care of the negative attitude regarding the Vanir, for the most part. Of course, some are hesitant to extend that welcoming outlook to those not in the same position of power of the Queen.”

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[helwolves]

#i love that he’s clearly never been in a train station before #and maybe doesn’t even know what trains are #but that’s fine these things carry people #clearly they’re going somewhere #he will just ask for directions (via lokiagentofhotness)

[kimmsauce]

Yesssss because Thor is an intelligent man who has traveled throughout the universe and knows how to adapt to new situations quickly and does so.

[frosne-logner]

Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come Easy go Little high Little low Any way the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me To meeeee

Whatever fandom you're in, Nonnie, this works for you. (;

[thedarcydichotomy2]

Open for Loki's

[thedarcydichotomy2]

"Hey, wanna point out here, this thing", she waved her hand around, even though it was back to it’s normal hue. "This right now is about me, not you, and I’m not that interested in what question’s you’ve got until mine get answered!" She was breathing a little too heavily at the end and pulled her hand back quickly, realising she was shaking slightly.

His request was…weird. She was going to go with weird. And since she’d already seen the way the blue had traveled from his skin she was reluctant to try a repeat. Being contagious was one thing - knowingly pushing it on someone else was something else. 

Not to mention her experiences with ‘experiments’ wasn’t exactly positive. The explosion earlier was the result of another one of Tony’s experiments. She swore, the shit that went down in the labs, with Thor and Bruce and Jane all together, biological’s shouldn’t be let in the room with them. She almost snorted at that thought. since she had proof about it now, if the blue ever leaked back in.

"Loki", she hesitated, hand balled in to a fist at her side. "I already saw it. This thing’s freaking contagious. And I get it, god like powers, whatever, you can still get sick. So", she steeled herself, letting her fingers go loose and holding out her hand, "You better not get weird because of this, cause I don’t really don’t want Thor to smash my head in with myeuh-myeuh. And that conversation definitely needs to happen, cause you don’t get to die being that uneducated."

[frosne-logner]

“It isn’t a sickness,” he responded curtly, though he wasn’t entirely sure he believed those words himself. He had always treated his own blood ties to Jotunheim as something of a condition, a dark secret that he couldn’t help holding to the same standards as an illness or some sort of curse. “And even were it catching, I was already infected with this, long before your time,” he added. He had to make a mental note to himself to be slightly more delicate with the human, who was clearly in a situation outside of her realm of experience or knowledge, though the task was difficult in its own right, not the least of why being  that he, too, was totally out of his element at the moment.

He studied her hand as though it were a dangerous object for a moment, reluctant to touch her lest his own Jotun nature show through once more. He tried to cling to the idea that perhaps it had just been a fluke, a freakish moment of oddity, and that it may not happen a second time. He knew this was purely wishful thinking, but nevertheless, it encouraged him to reach out his own hand and place it palm down against Darcy’s.

It was slow and steady, but again, the blue color leaked in to replace both of their natural skin tones, the telltale lines slowly stretching up their wrists to draw proud patterns there. It had been no fluke, and still it made no sense. Loki found himself both horrified and fascinated, too ensnared it watching the spread of the hue to pull away too quickly. He was witnessing an impossibility, the curiosity of which overrode his disgust with the situation.

“This happens when I come into contact with something – or someone – from Jotunheim, where I am from,” he explained in the simplest of language he could muster, though the topic was one he typically avoided whenever at all able to. “And at the moment, it would appear as though the catalyst is you, Darcy.”

[frosne-logner]

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from realityyy

[frosne-logner]

closed // victorywomansigyn

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Sigyn knew he was right. They obviously couldn’t spend the entirety of their relationship behind doors, things would become boring quite fast and they would run out of things to say and do. Though, she didn’t expect him to go to such a length by surprising her. “I’m happy is all. How can I not be? Especially when you do something so wonderful and unexpected?” 

Sigyn had been so caught up in conversation with Loki she hardly even realized how close they were. Aside from that, she hadn’t realized how nice the night was. It wasn’t too busy out, they had only passed a few people. The night was cool from a slight breeze that filled the air, but her overcoat was just heavy enough to make it comfortably warm. Everything had blossomed since the end of Asgardian winter, and even though they hadn’t reached the gardens yet, the flowers she had seen already were beautiful without question. 

As Loki spoke of his conversation, Sigyn listened closely, taking in everything he said. When nothing bad had been said she allowed herself to be relieved. It gave her peace of mind knowing Loki’s mother had been so positive about what was happening between the two of them. Loki’s explanation on the mention of her name in their conversation allowed Sigyn to breathe easily once again.

"I am glad she is so kind. Your mother has always been nice to me whenever we spoke, that is something I have always remembered. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen her be callous to anyone in the times I have been here. But, it is definitely a relief to know she is so kind hearted about us." 

In that moment, they had arrived to the gardens. Sigyn was absolutely in awe of them, she had seen them during the day time, but they were completely different at night. “I’ve never seen them at night time, I never thought to, but they are beautiful..” She trailed off slightly, her eyes wandered, taking in every single detail and light that she never noticed before.

[frosne-logner]

“She is the kindest of souls, my mother,” he agreed with a soft smile. It was somewhat of a juxtaposition, how he regarded Frigga and the AllFather in such different lights. Odin was decidedly not his father, while Frigga remained forever fixed in her role as his mother. He loved and respected her dearly, as was likely obvious by the softness in his eyes as he spoke of her. Her positive opinion was greatly valued in regards to he and Sigyn’s blooming relationship, although one to the contrary would not have held much sway over his feelings. Still, it was comforting to know that he had his mother’s approval in the matter.

They arrived at the gardens and he watched at Sigyn marveled at them, smiling at the childlike wonder that overtook her as she did. He stood quietly for a few moments, allowed her time to take in the beauty of the gardens without disturbance. He had not anticipated that she had never been to visit the area at night, when the scenery was unquestionably the loveliest; the idea that she was seeing it for the first time made his plan feel like something more of a success. They were indescribably beautiful after dark, the rainbow assortment of lights towering high above the pathways on which they walked and casting a glow over everything in the area. The gardens had long been on of his favorite locations to spend time outside the castle. When the rest of their city felt too much like a gilded cage, there was no doubt that the gardens would provide him with at least the illusion of escape.

“Is it not just beautiful? I used to come here at night rather often, before I had better company with which to spend my evenings than solitude,” he shared, grinning a bit at the latter portion of the sentence. Indeed it was true, however; he used to spend much of his free time in only his own company before it became a routine to share the evening hours with Sigyn. He had once thought he would mourn the loss of his time alone with his thoughts if ever he were in a position to be sharing so much of it, though he had found that theory to be flawed once he had the opportunity to test it. Time spent with Sigyn was anything but time he would rather have been spending alone.