This time I'm not guilty

 [a closed Loki rp blog for Novus Academy]

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Blue Like Him, Inside and Outside || Loki&Raven

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Loki, god of mischief. How she wished she could write that off as a lie, but believing in everything was the easiest option. Shouldn’t he have been chained to a rock, in that case? Venom and whatnot?

This was both soothing and irritating to the sense of atheism that she’d clung to for so long. It would appear she’d have to consider going pagan. Damn. And there was that ‘skinwalking’ term again, she’d need to pick that one back up.

"The Loki of myth was a fairly accomplished shapeshifter, to put it lightly. While I’ve lived a much longer life than the average person, I can’t match his-slash-your own prowess. Compliments are appreciated, though." Well, this voice fit the body just fine, but definitely did not sync up well with the other’s manner of speech as well. No matter.

"Liberation has been a major theme in my life, I think. Although something like this can bring as much imprisonment as it can freedom; I’ve had more than my share of hardships for it. If Norse myth is in any sense accurate, and you’re a true Loki, I don’t get the impression your own life has been entirely pleasant either. Liberation is an understandably important thing - particularly if Lokasenna is, ah…in any way influenced by true events."

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Loki's fingers twitched, mouth tightening marginally at the mention of that damned poem. He knew the story well: a prophecy supplied by the Norns, somehow landed on Midgard hundreds of years ago. One of many possible outcomes braided through Yggdrasil's roots. So, avoidable. At least that was what he told himself, even as he felt fate, sure and steady as Brokkr's needle, drawing him into her arms.

"That is the wonder of prophecy, is it not? The Lokasenna--" he spoke the word venomously "--is but a small part of a larger whole, and that whole is one of many potential timelines. You speak of a life long lived, but what might that make you? Sixty, seventy? A mere breath in the eyes of eternity. I still have time, unlike you mortals whose lives are over in a burst of light." Loki forced a sense of surety that he didn't quite feel into his voice. "Only a Midgardian would be so arrogant as to educate a man on his own past

"But why choose so grim a tale? It might interest you to know that Þrymskviða was based in truth." Loki nudged the conversation in a different, lighter direction. He had already given away too much, distress loosening his tongue, thoughts leading him down a familiar, burning path. But he could still salvage this. "My brother made quite the fair bride." A moment of focus left Loki standing not in Thor's warrior garb, but instead in a white dress of flowing silk, draping ludicrously across his brother's bulky frame.

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"Why yes, when I know it bothers you so."

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"Loki, I take it you are dwelling with these mortals also?" Amora asked, instantly curious.

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"You are as astute as ever, Amora." Loki teased, intrigued as to her presence.

"I have found that despite their many failings, Midgardians do possess a sparse few proficiencies. Their panned cakes are certainly worth experiencing, although I doubt you are here for pastries." he added, purposefully leading.

[scarletxwitchcraft]

"Must you stare?" Amora asked bluntly as it seemed as if someone was gawking at her.

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"Why yes, when I know it bothers you so."

[bloodanddiamondsx]

miischievous-me

Harley left a small note on top of the package on his doorstep.

Merry Christmas. I hope you like the cape, because I know you’re a wizard and the crown because I know you are a king.

xoxxo Harley.

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Loki returned to his dorm late in the night, shaking another realm's snow from his shoulders and leaving it to melt in a meandering trail. He was quickly growing adept at World Walking, this day's wanderings the most successful yet. So consumed was he in the shock of discovering his own potential that Loki didn't notice the bundle at his doorstep until it was levelled with his feet.

Crouching down, a small crease forming between his eyebrows, Loki examined the package. It exuded no magical aura, so he felt confident that its contents were not cursed--but given some of Novus' occupants, there was little to stop it from simply blowing up. Weighing his options, Loki reached out with a snake-like quickness, plucking a small square of paper from atop the package. It seemed he had received a 'Christmas present'. The erratic, familiar handwriting put Loki at ease, the corner of his lip twitching upward as he imagined Harley, face tight with concentration and surrounded by yards of colourful wrapping paper. Likely she had purchased a gift for every student, because that was just the type of person that Harley was.

Malcontent by nature, Loki could not help but pick apart several facets of his gift. One: Loki was not a wizard, he was a sorcerer, two: the crown was a tacky bit of costume jewellery, at best, and three: nothing with so low a thread count as that cloak was going anywhere near Loki's person. Still, he gathered the presents up with an almost reverential delicacy and tucked them under his arm.

A couple minutes later would find them tucked away inside the small pocket dimension where Loki stored all of his precious things.

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"So prepare for the coup of the century.

Be prepared for the murkiest scam.

Meticulous planning, tenacity spanning, decades of denial is simply why I’ll be king undisputed, respected, saluted and seen for the wonder that I am.

Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared, be prepared!"

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Blue Like Him, Inside and Outside || Loki&Raven

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A fellow shapeshifter - that, that was intriguing. His looked different from her own, and she could comfortably rule out the possibility of him being a Mutant - or, at least, with a mutation exactly like her own. His was more akin to one fluid change at once, far from her own scale-flipping transformations.

A shame he’d changed, she was really beginning to get somewhere with her impersonation. She reassured herself there would be other opportunities. “I do enjoy a chance for extra practice, by all means.”

Closing her eyes, she rolled her shoulders, taking on the form of whoever he himself had just chosen to impersonate. Notably taller, which was really saying something - his previous form was already a good deal taller. She lifted her arms, carefully looking over newly-formed muscle and foreign-to-her attire. Impressive. A worthy test of how long she could hold it, actually - larger, muscular forms were always more taxing.

"Interesting that you do it as well - I’m going to assume that’s why you’re so calm about looking yourself in the face." She spoke, in a surprisingly deep voice that entirely suited the body she was in. She would have to check later, see if this person was a student. "I do indeed loathe stagnation; rust is indeed something I’d like to keep as far from me as I can."

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The tide of blue that washed across the other in mid-transformation was something that Loki had never seen the likes of. Like a cleansing wave, it swept away Loki's likeness and left the glowing countenance of Thor in its wake--again, detailed to perfection. Of course, the only shapeshifting that Loki had experience with was magical in nature. Perhaps what this being had achieved was physiological; at any rate, it was worth observing a second time, if Loki could encourage another shift.

Now faced with the guileless blue eyes of Thor, Loki had to wonder why he had thought this was a good idea.

"Loki, god of mischief," he said by way of answer. He had begun to suspect that in order to gain anything, he might first have to give. It was basic interrogative strategy, and Loki supposed his name was a fairly harmless olive branch to be offered. "I would be a poor example of a trickster god if I lacked proficiency in skin walking. Although I am perhaps not quite so proficient as yourself." He added, because who was to say that an olive branch could not also be honeyed? 

"Voluntary shapeshifting has e'er been thought of as a symbol of liberation. The very nature of our beings rejects stasis."

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Blue Like Him, Inside and Outside || Loki&Raven

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His calm would border on unnerving if he didn’t have some odd sort of charisma about him. Charing, despite the dissecting, observant gaze. While some part of her was entirely uncomfortable with the idea of being analyzed, even in another form, the learned instinct of staying true to form overrode anything else.

She grinned, just a quirk of the lips, nodding. “Understandable; my apologies for the masturbatory remarks.” The tone didn’t escape her - whether it was intended to be or not, she was taking it like a joke. 

The smirk was admittedly confusing. Easy to see as either confirmation of an imminent and violent display of powers, or genuine amusement. The eyes didn’t seem malevolent, and for the sake of standing her ground she took it as such. “No claim whatsoever; practicing my art and you happened by. Glad the resemblance is showing, this particular talent is useless without managing to display some.”

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Amazing, Loki thought, how the longer he spent in this being's presence, the more fine-tuned its imitation became. As the seconds ticked by, he could see its posture righting, its facial expressions and body language evening out--even its speech patterns were growing truer to Loki's own. For the first time since their interaction began, Loki felt a pinch of unease, but was careful to mask it. Whoever this person was, they were no amateur. 

"Oh no, do not apologize. In fact, I encourage you to continue." Flashing a mirroring, tight-lipped smile, he quipped: "Only, one of us should change." Taking his own cue, Loki chose a form without really thinking, his dark hair lightening, lean muscle thickening as he shot up several inches. He had wanted to get out, to shield his mannerisms before they could be replicated entirely, and had stepped into the guise of his brother to do so (and why Thor was the one who, subconsciously, came to mind when Loki thought of shielding and protection, he was pointedly not thinking about).

"We would not want you to grow rusty, would we?" Loki boomed, his vaguely challenging words sounding out of place when spoken through Thor's low timbre.

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Blue Like Him, Inside and Outside || Loki&Raven

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There were dozens of ways to react to this situation, there truly were, and she’d seen the entire spectrum. When hiring her for a job, if one threw in enough extra cash, she could be persuaded to take on a certain form during the kill. It was almost worrying, really, how often people wanted to see someone killed by, well, their own body. Horror was typically the go-to; this man seemed nothing but calm.

Was giving her tips, for what they were worth. Skinwalking was a term she hadn’t heard in ages, it was almost nostalgic and would have been had the atmosphere in the room left her so puzzled. So she stood for a moment, listened, and gave a small nod.

"I see. I was under the impression people unphased by seeing and speaking to themselves were equally unphased by praise; but I’ll take your word for it." He would be the expert on himself, after all.

"And, whether you take my words for truth or not, I had no intention of lulling you into anything - most people are offput by their own image, and I’ve had no previous interaction with you that would indicate anything otherwise. None at all, actually."

[miischievous-me-blog]

He could relate to the feeling. There were an assortment of pre-packaged reactions that tended to follow a person being faced down by their own reflection: shock and confusion were common, awe slightly less so. But no matter what emotion they started with, it almost always devolved into fear. It was uncanny, watching your own eyes looking back at you, but a lifetime of duplication and illusion had long numbed Loki to the sensation.

"Not phased, per se." Loki folded his arms across his chest curiously. "The conversation's tone was simply becoming--masturbatory." The word was spoken with a feigned scandal. He paused a second then, thoughtful.

"So it was your intent to gall me? A man whom, by your own admission, you have no prior claim to knowing?" Smirking, Loki tilted his head to the side, looking at the other person as one might a particularly perplexing piece of art. Widening his eyes as though gaining some new clarity. "You know, now I see the resemblance."

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Dare: A Serenade || Loki & Selina

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With an amused glimmer in her eye, Selina looked about the room taking in the sight of the candles and the sounds of the soft music. She had no idea what Loki had planned, but she wouldn’t deny that her curiosity and interest was piqued.

Her amusement only grew when Loki began to sing.  The tune was familiar and she knew the words vaguely, but she didn’t reply with the next line like one would in a cheesy romantic movie. As she began to smirk, Selina decided that she would say nothing for now just to see where he would go with this. Would he sing the rest of the song word for word or would her reaction cause him to stop? Either response would be amusing to her.

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Loki was delighted to find Selina's face staring up at him, cast in shades of amber and gold. Her smirk made him want to offer one return, but he kept his face carefully controlled--looked at her the way he thought one ought to while singing a song like this: warmly devoted and playful, with an edge of smarm. 

Though he was curious what was going on in that clever head of hers, Selina's silence was not enough to put him off. Instead he offered her his hand, sing-speaking with an exaggerated sincerity:

"I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."

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Dare: A Serenade || Loki & (Open to One)

The room was perfectly dark, save for the flickering of at least three dozen candles. Long and thin, wide and flat, they dotted every available surface, flames strong and steady in the still air. Loki was just finishing lighting the last of them when he heard the doorknob click, signalling someone's imminent entry. 

A flick of his hand filled the air with soft, slightly muzzy piano notes, as if played off of an old, well-loved record. Ambience achieved, Loki managed to reach the door just as it opened. Smiling, he swung the other person across the threshold and into the room, closing the door behind them.

Beginning partway through the song, the music swelled to meet him. "Baby, you'll freeze out there," he sang lowly.

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Blue Like Him, Inside and Outside || Loki&Raven

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"I’ll content myself with that position for the time being; perhaps a change in dress would increase my odds." she spoke, struggling not to keep raising her head higher until she was staring at the ceiling. There was good mimicry and there was exaggeration, she wouldn’t go overdoing it.

"Ah, no thinning needed, I’m just…Mm, practicing my art on an entirely worthy form - not that I think the compliment need be paid." The man exuded pride, she was certain compliments were unnecessary. "You yourself seem much less shocked at looking yourself in the face than most do. I’m intrigued already."

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Loki's eyebrows were at serious risk of disappearing into his hairline. It was one thing to come face-to-face with oneself, but another altogether to have that self proceed to start firing off brazen flirtations. The absurdity made Loki all the more curious as to the real face lurking beneath his borrowed skin.

"Skin walking, then," he said, nodding in response to the mentioned 'art'. The way the statement was phrased might have convinced Loki that the form choice was coincidence, except Loki didn't much believe in coincidence.  "If your hope is to lull me into oversharing, then your form is ill advised. There is no one I trust so little as myself.

"Additionally, do not sound so pandering. You deliver compliments too readily; gratuities from my lips will do naught but raise suspicion." It was novel to be coaching 'himself', and Loki decided to stick with it. If this shapechanger was insistent upon wearing his face, then by the Norns they would do it well. What harm could come of it? As far as Loki was concerned, two tricksters were always preferable to one -- he thrived off of the chaos, after all.

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Yo,Loki!!

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"Probably several, then."

"I hope that this has afforded you some measure of stress relief."

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"Probably, yea" "Well, it’s caused magic to irritate me as well, so I dunno"

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"I was referring to the unwarranted assault against my person: I hope it brought you relief."

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Nightmares// Loki & Dani

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"It’s an insult." She muttered,  finally getting her feet firmly under her. Dani decided she never wanted to travel like that ever again. She’ll just run back to Novus once they’re done, that’s it. It would take her longer, yeah, but she really didn’t want to feel sick like that again. 

"Oh, yes, such a wonderful specimen of man." Came her drawled reply as she caught up to the trickster. The sharpie was a surprise, and so were her actions. She had to keep herself from bursting out in laughter and attracting attention. The once snooty looking picture now had a wonderful addition. "And now he is even more wonderful." She choked out.

Her eyes were drawn further up the wall as something gleamed under the fluorescent lights. “And there’s a camera. Oopsie… Hey, Loki, smile for the camera.” She continued, pointing up nonchalantly. Seriously, it didn’t seem like she could muster up the will to care about being caught right now.

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Blinking, Loki did as Dani bid: green eyes boring into the camera capturing their activities, he smiled widely. Of course he was unconcerned about their being caught, conveniently placed static would render both of their likenesses indiscernible. But Dani didn't know that, and Loki wasn't about to clue her in: an added element of danger often heightened excitement, and Dani seemed like she could use a distraction. Something about her was off. Subdued. And Loki hadn't forgotten the nature of their meeting this evening. He could hardly offer her comfort, but he could offer her this.

"Then we ought to make haste. Give these," he paused, thoughtful. "-- 'asshats' a tale to tell 'round the water cooler." Loki smiled disarmingly, holding out the marker to Dani.

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Blue Like Him, Inside and Outside || Loki&Raven

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Whoever this person was she was imitating, they didn’t at all seem perplexed or angry or even mildly upset. Body language was her forte, and other than hints of genuine curiosity, he was a blank slate. She’d opened her mouth to reply, pausing as he reached out —

Had he technically just felt her up? Shapeshifters really needed some sort of system, the grey area was enormous, but his hands retracted before she had much time to dwell on the matter. “Suits the frame quite well, I think.” She said, forcing her speech to flow outward as smoothly and calmly as his own.The next was a trickier question, and she met it with a smile, trying not to lose track of the discussion for the damned intensity in his eyes.

"The most handsome man in the room, I should think." She replied, head holding itself a centimeter higher. "And who may I ask is it I myself have equal pleasure in meeting?"

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Loki's smile broadened, showing teeth. Were he any less controlled, he would have been laughing. "The second most handsome man in the room, by that measure." 

Interesting how intent it seemed on maintaining anonymity; someone Loki knew? But he could not think of any shapeshifters (for surely that's what this was) with whom he had suffered a grievance in the recent past. Of course, that didn't mean too much; Loki made enemies with the same ease as breathing, and not all were wholly memorable.

Ah, well. Loki would take what entertainment he could.

"And here I stand without a bolt of silver to thin the competition."

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Yo,Loki!!

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"I wouldn’t know, it’s centuries old"

"Probably several, then."

"I hope that this has afforded you some measure of stress relief."

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A wave of panic hit her gut. Rahne wasn’t just out of her depth, she was on the brink of drowning. Her stomach was plagued with anxiety as she glanced to see him staring at her, seeking an answer. Just go with it. "I’m sorry." She said, her gaze dropping towards her shoes as she wrung her hands together. Whatever happened to just pretending? "I told a lie, ‘ah really don’t know what you’re talkiin’ about."

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"And water is wet." He made jest, of course, to the blatancy of her statement.

"Be calm." Loki found her anxiety amusing, but did not want to be blamed for any mortals dropping dead due to a weak heart. "I shall not berate you. In fact, I find your clumsy attempts flattering."

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Cookies | Loki & GAR

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"Did you just take a pic of me?" Gar asked, rather confused. "-Nd did you say bacon in these cookies?” Gars stomach turned at the thought and he spat the half-chewed cookie in Loki’s direction. “Not cool, dude!” 

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"I have been blamed for a goodly many things, but never for the gluttony of another. Is that not slightly misguided?" Loki's lip curled. He turned the half-eaten projectile into a firebug, the little creature buzzing harmlessly away.

"That? Oh, no. I was simply taking a --" Loki paused a moment, fishing for the word. "'selfie'."