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Quiet days were rare and precious things and so when Natasha got the chance she took full advantage of it. Today was a nice day, good for being outdoors, a walk in the park sort of day and that was exactly what she was doing when a commotion caught her attention.

“Great. Now what?”

The city of New York was still healing, still getting back on its feet after Loki’s attempt to be king of the mountain. Everywhere there were still signs, hints of what had happened and Natasha ignored them for her own sanity. She had been in the thick of it, she didn’t need to notice the constant physical reminders she had enough of those in her head.

And then she saw the source of the commotion.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Maybe she was dreaming, maybe this was a nightmare. For the heck of it she actually did pinch herself and simply frowned when it hurt. Damn. Well time to address the problem.

“You have a lot of nerve.” She moved towards him, hand near the gun she always carried. She didn’t go anywhere unarmed. For that matter, “shouldn’t you be locked up somewhere?” She knew her misgivings about letting Thor take him to Asgard had been well founded now. But locking him up and throwing away the key could be easily remedied.

At the mention of being locked up Loki visibly flinched but a feral grin soon came onto his face. He had gotten caught now and he supposed the best thing to do was to put a brave face on things. He narrowed his eyes and then cleared his throat. “I’ve been punished most thoroughly.” He spoke his voice was like ice and rage built behind his eyes. His gaze flickered around the city and he tensed for a moment. “Didn’t Prince Thor tell you what they did?” He asked his voice was more curious than anything else. He wasn’t going to tell her right away what had happened but he felt a compulsion to do so. The anger died from his eyes to be replaced by a haunted look.

He moved so he was a little way back from her but not enough to cause her to shoot him or to think he was going to run. “Perhaps I should tell you what they did? Perhaps that would sooth your heart.” He spoke. His voice was calm but his hands were clenched into fists. His breathing was even but only just so. Thanks to the punishments he’d endured his sanity wasn’t the best. He was close to falling into mania or some deep melancholia. “They let the dwarves sew my lips shut...again” He said. His fingers brushed his lips and the glamour he used broke to reveal the scarring to his mouth. His words seemed to hang in the air like burning acid. “I suppose I had it coming but the rest of my punishment was cruel.” He spoke evenly.

He looked at Natasha and then stepped forward his hand coming to grasp her chin as he let his eyes fix on hers. “Imagine the worst pain you’ve experienced in your life. Multiply it and mix in overwhelming grief and heartache.” He spoke his voice was dull. He backed away once more and he smirked. “I would tell you the rest of what they did but I’m not feeling generous enough.” He spoke his voice was now more normal but his eyes still contained a haunted look. “So tell me my dear Spider. Did you miss me?” He asked with a smirk.

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“Yes. I know. I didn’t intend to come here you know. I’ve got more important things to do than bother you.” Loki huffed.

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“Then why the hell are you here? Because all it looks like is you want to bother me.”

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“Why would I want to bother you? I’ve got other things to concern myself with. I do not need to explain myself to you. You are waylaying me and I don’t appreciate it.”

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“You gotta lot of nerve showing up here.”

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“Yes. I know. I didn’t intend to come here you know. I’ve got more important things to do than bother you.” Loki huffed.

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Loki had been walking the branches of Yggdrasill in the hopes of getting to Boston undetected. He had wanted to get there to visit is children but he had miscalculated greatly. He was now in New York. The city still had the scars of the invasion and Loki felt his blood run cold at the sight. He was not one for outward violence or grandstanding. He was much too sensible for that. He liked to work behind the scenes. “Damn..” He muttered to himself as he walked quickly hoping to escape the attention of the masses. He’d have to get to Boston another way and quickly with any hope.

His luck was brief though as one by one the people began to recognise him as the tyrant who had tried to rule the city. They ran off quickly their screams echoing in the small streets. Loki winced at the sound and then frowned. He wasn’t going to get out of the city without some form of confrontation. It was just too delicious for the Avengers and Thor to leave him alone. “Jäkla...” Loki cursed under his breath as he realised it would happen. He shifted his weight and then began to move towards a park. He would be able to hide in the trees so he would not have to fight.

He got so far when he caught the sight of some familiar faces. He cursed under his breath once more. He then moved faster hoping that he would not be stopped and would be hidden before they found him.

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I know I haven’t been on here in such a long time. The plan is to become more active. Loki has captured my muse once more. Do like this post if you’d like to RP at some point :).

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I'm so sorry for my absence! I will try and be on more often. I've been busy and to be honest Loki would not play ball with me. I still really want to RP with you guys though. I'll try and reply tomorrow! It depends how my muse is. I'm so gosh darn sporadic these days.

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hrafnakharrfloki

“ They have punished me, they have struck me down on my attempt at Paris. They lied to me “ The priest was his sacrifice to win, and yet his first attempt had failed so horribly. “ How would you know that it is only Odin and Thor who push me to my knees and make me beg? “ He questions with a violent chime. Who was this man to come to him and offer his help? Who was this man who spoke for the God’s as if he himself knew them? No matter the indecision, he was curious; and as a curious man he could not turn away from such a being.

“ Loki. “ He mutters the name beneath his breathe, eyes wondering until the haze had cleared like drifting fog and he could see the features of the man’s face. Strong and dark was he, tall and powerful all the same. A God had come to him, to Floki; was he truly worthy of such a fate?

Hands rose, elbows shaking as he twisted into a kneel, head lowering to obey the God’s wish. “Forgive me Loki, for I am not a man who is right of mind. “ He giggles nervously, chin pressing closely to himself, eyes closed tightly with a mind full of wonder if he were truly seeing the God of mischief or merely seeing things again. “ I have so many questions “ He states with excitement, head rising to view the God before him; his body still shaking with disbelief.

“ But first I wonder…….what can I do for you? “

Loki laughed as the man knelt before him. He had to admit subservience was something he enjoyed in others. His green eyes sparkled with amusement when Floki told him that many questions were to come. It was only to be expected. It wasn’t everyday Loki took an interest in mortals now. They did bore him but Floki was much more entertaining. “Well, it’s no small task I come to you with.” He told Floki. His tone was serious and the smile ebbed a little. He was afraid that his request would be refused. After all who would help someone like him? He let out a small sigh and then crossed his arms over his chest. “You are aware of what Gleipnir is don’t you?” He asked.. He supposed lecturing Floki would not be needed. He was loyal to the gods still. “I want you to craft me something to break it. You’re an impossible man Floki. I know you can do it.” He said his words were coated thickly like honey.

He supposed that he would have to show Floki he would be willing to reward him. That he had faith in him above all else. “Before you agree, you had some questions? I’m willing to answer any you have.” He told the man. He was not going to lie to Floki if he could help it. If something did anger him or upset him the mortal would know about it. Right now his mood was stable. He would not react too badly to questions. “I’m sure one such as you has many questions.” He spoke lightly. His tone was slightly amused too. He was one who valued knowledged. After all knowledge was power. All knew this and still mocked him. It was irritating. However he kept his seething rage to a minimum. After all Floki was just like him in a lot of ways.

He heard the sound of thunder echoing above in the sky and he frowned. Thor was getting more temperamental by the moment. “Do ignore that. Thor is nothing but a pissant and a blow hard. It’s why he’s the god of thunder. He’s nothing but hot air.” He muttered. He didn’t like the god of thunder and made no secret of it.. Thor was so full of pride it boarded on hubris. He was also rather vulgar and disagreeable. Loki made himself comfortable. “Do make yourself comfortable Floki.” He spoke absently. He then fell silent.He was weary of what questions could be asked. He could never predict what a mortal would want to know. He would just have to wait and see.

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skutilsvein

For a very brief moment, Torstein seemed amazed about the fact that the stranger knew of his troubles. It made him wonder who had told him, and why. Perhaps it had become a pressing rumor in town, or perhaps one of his friends had spilled the information during one of their drunken hazes. Something that amazed him even more substantially, however, was the other’s surprisingly reasonable sounding solution. Reasonable, but questionable all the same. Torstein was convinced neither of the women were prepared to leave behind their homes and their families to live elsewhere. If anything, they wished for him to go away and stay away forever. Regardless of how the stranger thought he could get one of the women as far as to agree on leaving, Torstein found himself seriously considering accepting the man’s offer. It would rid of a lot of inconvenience, tension and potential death. Besides, he would have a healthy baby boyand likely even an opportunity to marry the child’s mother… He could start a family…

“I-I…” the warrior stammered, then paused to ponder once more. Truly, he wished to be rid of this problem, and he was /convinced/ that if anything, this was the way to do that… But to make a sacrifice to Jörmungandr, the World Serpent that will poison the skies, or Fenrir, the wolf that will kill Óðinn during Ragnarök… No one needs to know, but Óðinn would know – and he would deny him a place in his Halls, Torstein was sure of that. Never would Torstein do such a thing, but the gnawing feeling of pressure to accept the offer grew even more present in his mind. “Wh-why them? What good would that do?”

Loki laughed. His green eyes were glittering with amusement. Did the mortal not recognise who he was? He supposed he wouldn’t. “Because they are my children. They should be honoured as the other Æsir are.” He told the man bluntly. Revealing who he was and his divine status. He crossed his arms over his chest and then narrowed his eyes. “If you wish to dine with Óðinn then I’ll happily rescind my generous offer.” He was not in the mood to baby the mortal. He had others he could easily assist. He was finding his generous mood wearing quite thin. He was the wrong god to question. He glared at the warrior before him. His green eyes like shard of deep ice. “I could let you suffer, die without honour or true heir. I’m being generous but my patience is wearing thin.” He told the mortal. He felt rather annoyed.

He shifted and then helped himself to a drink. Not that it would get him drunk. The liquor on Asgard was much more potent. “Besides, my sons are not as vicious as you seem to think.” Loki said looking at his fingernails. He was feigning boredom. He really did want to reel in this man. He also needed to make sure that his sons were honoured properly. They were going to suffer otherwise. Loki sighed. “They were taken from me and their mother as a babe in arms. They find a little offering a small comfort as do I.” Loki said. His tone was as delicate as silk but still contained power.

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theboatbuilderswife

“It… it is alright.” Helga tried so smile just the slightest, but was still taken aback by the voice that had erupted from the wolf’s throat. “I do not wish for you to leave, nor for your son. I promised you you would be safe here, that you could hide. And I refuse to go back on my promises.” Loki had been nothing more than kind to her since his arrival. He even had promised to help her with the release of her husband. “I don’t think I will get hurt, and I do not believe your son would cause any trouble on purpose.” The God was right. Stories were told word to mouth, but always seemed to change. She had been frightened when the man had first set foot in her home, but soon after found out that a lot of what she had heard was only half true, or not at all. Out of defence Helga raised her hand as soon as she saw the wolf get closer to her daughter, but with Loki’s words in mind she lowered it again just as quickly, watching how her daughtertangled her small fingers in its pelt without even opening her eyes. A soft smile tugged the corner’s of the woman’s lips skywards as she finally sat down. “I am not afraid, Loki.” She noted upon seeing his expression. “I trust you, and I trust him. He has done right to come here, and so have you.”

Fenrir was happy enough with the child’s tiny hands tangled in his fur. He was comfortable and was happy he could stretch out. Being bound was not a nice experience. He could why Loki wanted to help Floki and Helga. “You are the most remarkable mortal I’ve ever met Helga. I will do what I can to repay every kindness you have shown me and my son.” Loki told her. He wanted to make sure that Helga got everything that she wanted. Though the other gods didn’t like Loki having his favour was no small thing. He looked more relaxed. Fenrir had fallen asleep his body stretched out. The small child’s hand still holding onto his fur. “I’ve an idea of how to get Ragnar to free Floki.” He told Helga softly. He didn’t often talk about his plans but it seemed needed now. He was sure that his plan would work perfectly or near perfect.

He had to hope that Óðinn didn’t stick his beak in. He knew it would go perfectly otherwise. “Ragnar is big on signs. I will appear to him as that backstabber Óðinn.” He said smoothly. A glint of humour entered his eyes. He loved making plans like this, He hwas a trickster. He always had something up his sleeve. He would make this work. “I’ll tell him Floki is needed that his punishment is over. He can be back here within two days at the most.” He told her. He grinned quite pleased with his plan. “What do you think?” He asked.

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Word had made it back to the team that Loki had returned to Earth. They’d been told the other was locked away, that they’d never have to deal with him ever again, and that the planet was safe. He’d taken Thor’s word and hearing that the god had somehow made his way back to the city he destroyed put him on edge. Steve already had enough on his plate with Bucky being missing. The last thing he needed was for this to be added on top of it all. Especially if they were nothing but rumours. He couldn’t help but think that there was more than just a few sightings. People knew what they’d seen in New York, knew that someone had tried to destroy their city and if someone had seen him he knew that it was more than likely correct. A part of him had just hoped that they were rumours, that someone thought it would be a good idea to dress up as him and scare the city. But another part knew that they were dealing with trouble once again.

He’d asked Stark to scan the city, to see if he could give them some definitive proof. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to get much and he knew that he and a couple of the others would have to go out and see for themselves. Luckily, Thor was still on the planet and he asked him to come with him. If anyone could get through to Loki it would be his brother. And if not? Steve hoped that they could actually talk to him, that they could convince him not to start trouble again. They were actually prepared this time around if he did and if necessary they would throw him in a cell until they could figure out a more permanent solution. All of it was hinging on the fact that Loki wouldn’t agree to go with them. He hadn’t agreed before and there was a high possibility he wouldn’t this time around but he would at least try. If it didn’t work he’d allow the others to chastise him for thinking that they could get through to the other.

Once they found him he hadn’t expected what was playing out in front of him. The last time they saw Loki he had the strange looking muzzle to keep him from talking. But he hadn’t looked like that; he’d looked as healthy as he assumed a god would look like. Now he was standing in front of a shell of a man, signs of abuse clearly written all over the visible parts of the other. For a few brief moments he felt sorry for the other, and then he opened his mouth. Steve should’ve known that Loki wasn’t here escaping his captors, he should’ve known he was back to cause more havoc. “I had come to talk,” he pointed out, his fingers itching for the shield as some sort of protection. “But if you’re here to cause more havoc, you know we’ll stop you. We can’t just let you run amok on the city.” Not when the city was still trying to recover from the last time Loki had been there.

Loki looked at the captain. His green eyes were haunted with memories of his recent losses but also the harm he’d done here. “I don’t intend to cause havoc my dear captain. Especially here.” He spoke the truth. His eyes didn’t show the hint of a lie. Not that anyone would believe him. He had caused too much trouble for anyone to believe him. Not now. He glanced around him and then gave a sigh. He didn’t want to explain himslef but he was now backed into a corner. He would have to. “I intended to go to Boston. Release two of my sons from captivity and return to my wife. Away from the likes of Thor.” He said. His voice was quiet. His green eyes were filling with tears that he blinked away. He would not show weakness before them. However he had to. “My treacherous blood brother Óðinn imprisoned me.” He told the captain.

His body shuddered. He found this so hard to talk about. He had intended to be in and out of this realm with his sons. Now he was delayed. “My youngest children...Narfi and Váli were slaughtered. Their entrails were used to bind me to a rock. Skaði placed a snake before my face. It spat venom at my eyes. Hence the scar tissue you see. My dear Sigyn kept the venom away from me as much as she could. Thor and Óðinn now wear their pelts to line their cloaks. Of course this took place after my lips were sewn shut again.” Loki snapped. He began to pace back and forth. Why did he have to speak about that which breaks him every moment. He felt the hot tears spill down his cheeks. It stung but he didn’t prevent them from falling. He was so angry.

He then stopped pacing. “I wish for peace Captain. For me, for my family. My brother Helblindi was kind enouhg to free me. I would end the world but I am no one’s pawn.” He said his voice was harsh. He didn’t know what the captain would think of this. He decided that he didn’t much care. All he wanted was to go to Boston collect Fenrir and Jörmungandr and return to a place he would be safe. Where he could be with those he loved and who loved him. “I’m too sick to even think of attacking. If you must detain me then do so.” He said holding out his arms. He held them in such a way he would be easy to cuff. He had no intention of fighting them now. If Thor came close he would loose it of course.

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Masquerade | Sif & Loki

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Hel’s appearance was startling of course but Sif had seen many things far worse than that of the girls face. “My dear I will not lie and say I was not startled by you but on second glance I see much of your father in you.” Sif smiled at her. “Besides, beauty can be found anywhere. Especially in the smile of a young woman.” She ignored the whispers around them. Sif was so use to being close to or involved with scandal that talk very rarely phased her these days.

“Come, let us save you from these uncultured brutes and take a drink on a the balcony. There is far too much hot air in here for my taste.” She smiled at the two then held out her hand for Hel. She was still just a child in many ways and something a child needed more than anything was kindness. Sif would not act as her people were, it was not in her nature to exclude because one was different. If it were she would not have gotten very far in life.

“Look how your fathers face has brightened. I had to work so hard to make him smile and you managed to lift his spirits by just being in the room.” She chuckled. “Dare I say that Loki is not as cold as he could have us all believe. Inside I think he’s just as warm and soft as the lot of us. Don’t you think?”

Hel’s healthy hand came to clasp Sif’s. When Sif spoke her face broke out into a smile. She could see how much her father had cheered up since she had come. She loved her father dearly and wished to make him happy. “Father is soft. He cares so much and that’s why he gets hurt.” Hel told Sif. Loki followed them out onto the balcony. The view from here was quite beautiful. Loki could happily stay here and look on the scene until it was ground to dust. He looked at Sif and his daughter. “I knew you two would get on famously.” He said with a soft laugh. He had expected this odd friendship.

Hel looked at her father and then smiled once more. She was happy. She sipped her drink and looked around her with awe on her young face. They had nothing this beautiful in Helhiem. She often tried to make it beautiful but her attempts ultimately failed. “Sif, do you think you could teach me to fight? The armies of dead are unimpressed by magic.” She told Sif. Loki smiled at his child and sipped at his own drink. “Perfect, you teach Hel and I’ll teach Ullr.” He said to her. His grin was wide and genuine.

He was starting to like this arrangement quite a bit. “Thank you Lady Sif. You’ve made me feel happier than I have in a long time.” Hel told her. Being among the dead was hard for her. All she had for comfort was Baldr and he didn’t utter a word. He was just a bit of gold among the black. It made her weep with anger or joy depending on her mood.

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iidunn

A wordless shake of her head, a faint smile touching her lips, and Iðunn could feel some of the tension leave her. She’d never much suited it, the wariness others thought she ought to carry, and particularly when dealing with the notorious trickster. She had always been too trusting, perhaps, for her own good, but wearing her heart on her sleeve was all she’d ever known to do. She wasn’t there to gloat or berate him; she was there because, uncertainty aside, she still considered him to be a a friend beneath it all. Years of listening to her kin badmouth him had not taught her differently, for she saw only the best of him— the kindness he had shown her and that she had shown him likewise.

It surprised her that he should seek her counsel, for she was hardly reputed for being wise. She shook her head in a flurry of blond curls, an unsure laugh parting her lips. “I fear I might be biased,” she said. “There’ll always be a place for you here, Loki.” That, and she simply - petulantly - didn’t want for him to leave.

When Iðunn told him he still had a place he gave a snort. He did not have a place here. Most of the gods despised him. They wanted shot of him. They saw him as a good for noting trickster. The father of monsters. The one who would eventually pull them down. “I wish you were telling the truth Iðunn. They killed two of my sons. They threw my other children away. They don’t trust me.” He spoke gently. He didn’t mean to lay out the facts so bluntly but they were all true for him. He sucked in a deep breath. His eyes were focused on the other. Iðunn’s kindness was the only thing that he’d possibly stay for. “You are a good friend to me but I cannot stay for you alone my dear Iðunn.” He told her. “Not when everyone treats me with such contempt.” He said calmly. He was only speaking his mind in this matter. He couldn’t do it.

He closed his eyes for a moment. He didn’t want to upset the one friend he had here. Surely she understood why this was hard for him? He was going to be stuck in a place where most hated him. “I have not yet made up my mind. I’ll stay here until I do. You’re too kind my dear.” He told her. He offered her a soft smile. He would put up with the others heaping their accusations on him for the sake of Iðunn. He owed her that much. “I cannot hold myself responsible if...things get a little chaotic.” He told her with a feral grin.

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xgentlequeen

It struck her first that this man looked human. Aside from herself and her siblings, the only beings she had met in Narnia that seemed to be human were Father Christmas and the White Witch. Which honestly, given that those two extremes seemed to be the only ones encountered so far, did not make her initially inclined to be all that trusting. “This place is called Narnia.” The young girl replied, looking at him carefully. “Beyond that, I’m afraid I might not be able to tell you much.”

Loki let the words wash over him. He wasn’t familiar with a land called Narnia. He did extensive travel of the nine realms and this was unknown to him. “Ah? Well this is a new place to me. I have not heard of this place. Where do you hail from?” Loki asked. His voice was curious and he had to admit that he wanted to learn more about this land. It was a young realm still. The sun was bright and cheerful. A sense of deep chill hung around the place though the breeze promised spring if he knew anything about it. He looked at the young woman and smiled. “I’m Loki by the way. May I take your name? I don’t recall it.” He told her with a gentle voice.

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