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goodbye!
i’ve had a good time here at GM, but i’ve simply lost muse, and it’s time for me to move on - but not before saying goodbye. i’ll be leaving my deets in the OOC blog, if you should ever need to get in touch with me. ü
so long, my guys!
Yuki nodded, still unsure. She had never thought her village had worshipped her but she knew they needed her, she had kept her village alive for… How old had Ki said she was? “No, we’re almost there, it’s the house with the pretty pink curtains, Kaa-chan let me pick them out all by myself.” She told to Loki proudly. “Loki… do you know how old you are?” They said they weren’t worshipped like the other gods maybe they were like her.
"My age?” Oh, but what a LOADED question. Not that it soured Loki’s disposition – far from – but the truth was that the answer didn’t come easy. There were things they could only recall in blurry images, in languages no longer spoken. If they had ever been worshipped.. they could no longer remember.
“I don’t know. Not really. I’m older than humans. Older than most of my pantheon. Loki isn’t even the first name I’ve had.”
She didn’t flinch nor back down as they walked closer. Perhaps it was the deadness in their eyes that made her heart ache with regret, but it was all washed out at their words. They had the same look Balder carried, but the being before her was the very reason he even had it in the first place.
Disappointment twisted her stomach in knots, here she was apologizing again. Why should she? Skadi was a goddess in her own right, not only had Loki killed the only man she had ever loved but they had participated in the murder of her father. Their hands were stained with the blood of her family. And not once had they apologized for their wrongdoings, so why should she?
“No. You do not.” The question, she guessed, was rhetorical but the answer still came forth from her frosted lips. Her anger cooled away and in its place was resignation. What good would it do to fight someone who wouldn’t give up on their ideals? She had said her piece and she had expressed her feelings. More than that, Skadi made herself vulnerable to this killer. And what did that get her? Nothing. This was pointless.
So with a final pitiful look, the goddess shook her head, and turned around. “You’re not worth it, Loki.” Walking away from a lost friend wasn’t painless, but they had made it easy to do so. She was the goddess of hunting and battle, and she knew when a fight was worthless.
Good.
They said nothing as she walked away from them, watching silently instead; a habit they had yet to kick.. though its presence was, perhaps, for the best, considering their current situation.
Had Loki been a better man..
perhaps an apology would have been in the cards.
Alas, they were not. They never had been, according to most, but goodness and evil were two sides of the same coin; a coin Lóðurr had tossed into the nearest fountain the day he became Loki.
“You…” Nike seethed with anger, frustration, embarrassment. If she were a cat her tail would have been bristled up. Somewhere, the rational part of her was screaming that angering her was just what Loki wanted. But she didn’t really care. She stomped up to the deity and poked a finger in the centre of their chest, hard.
“I’m not attention-seeking, people seek my attention. Something a mosquito like you would never understand. Does it hurt that everyone tries to bat you away? Your parents, your brother, your children… Where is your wife these days, or has she given up on you too?”
"Semantics,” Loki replied, leaning forward as opposed to backing off. He loomed over her, sea-green eyes cold despite the close-mouthed smile on his face. “Bat me away.. I knew the consequences. Do you think I didn’t?”
“All actions I have ever taken, all choices I have ever made, were mine.”
“Can you say the same?”
Nothing
“Is there a particular reason as to why you are nude at my doorstep?”
“Nn– wardrobe malfunction?” They’d picked up that particular phrase from watching tee-vee, and though it didn’t entirely fit the situation.. well, she didn’t need to know it all.
“I was hoping I would find Malachi here.. alas, you are not him.”
“.. Alecto, yes?”
“I suppose a bit of both.”
“So you admit to whining.” Ah, the ripe smell of hypocrisy in the evening. However much Loki wanted to drown their sorrows and then some.. well, they’d never been very good at taking the high road.
“And yet no one else is allowed to do the same?”
“It shut them up.”
“Which I’d call an accomplishment.”
“What, calling them unattractive?”
“Or whining?”
You’re wearing your last goodbye on your face like dirty clothing and she won’t look at you, she won’t look at you because she loves you and this means forgetting, this means closing every door that leads to your hands and the bedpost notches on your spine, the both of you passing each other like lonely ghosts in the night except you held onto her wrist before she could leave and she stayed with you ever since. She loves you so she won’t meet your eyes or unshackle her unsteady deer like legs to get up from the sofa and tell you to go and fuck yourself for making her love you and not staying around for the collateral.
Azra.T., Last Goodbye
“Whining about things you cannot change - whining in general - makes you very unattractive.”
“So, you.. whine about others whining?”
“That’s– what is it they call it– groundbreaking.”
dont ever talk to me or my 47 destructive tendencies again
Blóðughadda was quite taken aback with the sincerity in their voice. Loki was not known for their honesty at all. Her mother did not like Blóðughadda hanging around those who might trick her since she was sometimes a bit too trusting for her own good. Her father on the other hand forbid her from ever talking to the trickster. “Y-you don’t have to pay me back,” she said honestly.
Ah. It seemed Loki’s reputation had preceded them, though they could hardly fault her for being wary. Her parents had, as the humans said, raised her right – at least in one aspect.
“I would want to, were you to do me a favor of that magnitude.”
a wild thing’s prayer
One of the many ways the Gods tortured and tried to break Angrboða’s spirit was hallucination. Days after days she was under the spells. It would have been as if she were really living the experience. All sensory was real. Everything was real. The Gods would show her all the pretty pictures. Her children coming home with their father, her consort. Her love. Only to brutally ripped them away from her once again. They wanted to toy with her. To make her think it had all worked out only to strike her with the truth once more. After a while, whenever the dreams and hallucination came, Angrboða refused to even look at the four of them despite their begging for her to turn around ‘because they have come home.’
There had not been a day that went by without certain flashbacks or hallucinations that were created in the Giantess’ own mind. Her mentality crippled by the Gods’ spells and magic that she would sometimes subject herself into this painful scenery. Therefore, when she heard those light footsteps, Angrboða immediately had her defense up for another battle with another product of her mind.
She ran. Away from them. Away from another heartbreak. She knew they were never coming back. She knew they were married to another woman and even had children with her. Angrboða truly did not want another dream to end up with her lover being snatched away from her arms by the cruel Gods. Her wolf instinct clearly informed her of their presence.
She ran until there was no other way to run. Until a mountain blocked her way. She did not turn around in fear she would crumble into this dream of hers again. Chest heaving and hands still clenching the skirt so it would not become dirty, Angrboða stood still and waited for it to end.
Their dream turned into reality as she began to run, and all Loki could do was give chase; tirelessly, unrelenting.. they had waited too long to simply give up, no matter the obstacle. Finally, she caught herself; a mountain in her path the only thing to stop her, and still, she didn’t turn to face them. She was real. She was real. He had missed her, had gone nearly mad with longing.. but gods, how it hurt to finally see her. Loki’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet as he finally spoke up, tongue curling with their shared accent as her name left his mouth.
“.. Angrboða?”
Another step brought him closer.. and then another, and another, until she was close enough to touch.
-- Anachronism
“Which one?” They echoed, holding their hands in front of their face and then flashing the fingers wide. Peekaboo!
“This one?”
“That one?” Loki smiled, the expression malicious at its core. Rather than hide their face behind their hands like the shifter, they pulled their shirt up over their head, a flash of their stomach – before they abruptly began to shrink.. and then they peeked out from cover, sea-green eyes replaced by an amber pair. Their clothes were ill-fitting, Loki no longer a tall man, but a slip of a girl instead.
“Not this one, then.”
Peekaboo.
