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asgardiandronning‌:

Eyes narrowed at the man, she raised a hand and slapped him across the face. Soft words never worked for her, well, unless it was Fenris- but Fenris listened to her no matter what tone she used. What she learnt from Odin though was the only way to get through to someone was force. So, she slapped him. H a r d.

“Pull yourself together, mother or sister, we are still family. I will not have you talking to me this way, let alone behaving!”

The last thing he happened to be expecting, though regardless he found himself still unable to drop the anger or in fact the rage. She had no idea...none at all, perhaps she was more like Odin than she wished to be. Either way all he could offer was a snide smile.

“Amusing you think I care...family stopped meaning anything to me the day I found out what I was; i’m afraid my...behaviour...is simply the way I am.” His words soft but in a far from warm way.

#c;#;hela

asgardiandronning‌:

Her heart fell, but Hela didn’t show it. She merely pushed through, allowing the young man to get his rage out some before she spoke. “It’s just a theory, Loki. I could be wrong.” However everything was adding up just too well, a few gaps were missing… but Frigga could fill them in easily. Or, she can just tell her that Loki was not who she thought he was. He could very well just be an adopted little brother.

“Think about it, Loki. I have nothing to gain. No reason to manipulate you.”

He was the embodiment of rage: tierless anger and hurt from the years he’d grown up..been lied to, the years he’d grown up believing he had just as much right to the throne as his brother and yet only ever asking to be treated equally. Odin could NEVER do that; what was he but some halfling monster and offspring of the enemy.

“Nor did he...-” his words dark but truthful; Odin could’ve been honest, even if Loki remained no more than a relic to the man..the truth...even the parts he’d clearly left out could’ve been told. “YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME.” The darkness continued to spread in his words. “We are not kin, we’re not...that and we ARE NOT FAMILY.” Loki spat.

#c;#;Hela

dcstrcycr‌:

“Now, now, Trickster,” Elara mused, adjusting her stance so she stood in front of him, a cautious but nurturing look coming across her face, “I know what you did to this city last time, and if you really want people to let that go, we shan’t have any repeats of any sorts, right?” She tossed him a comforting look, as though her eyes could turn amber at any moment to ease his frustrations, “Perhaps target one of the mortals they despise the most. If you really want the masses, try for a public figure. But only one.”

“I make no promises..-” While he wasn’t planning on murdering any human that walked by, he certainly couldn’t say he wouldn’t find something to help pass the time here on Midgard. “My mood tends to dictate my actions of the best of days...though I suppose some personal growth is evident since I have not murdered anyone in my time here.” A brow raised though it seemed like a fairly good idea if you asked him. “Tempting...-” if you minded the pun, it certainly was.

#c;#;elara #ignore text

asgardiandronning‌:

Hela shifted on her feet, finding the courage not too easy to gather up. Still though, she managed, and locking eyes with Loki, she spoke. “Before I was imprisoned, I had a son. With Laufey.” It was not planned, it was merely the way she got the Frost Giants to aid her in battle. She would not admit that though, Loki most likely would start hating her as it is with having gotten herself banished, leaving him to the giants… and worst, Odin.

Still, she wasn’t her father. She would hold no secrets.

It were as if a mixture of shock, anger, pain hit the young God all at once even in the moments he had remained frozen to the spot. “You’re a liar...-” he spat. She needed to be lying; that was the only way he could deal with this. “ADMIT IT!” he almost screamed the demand at her.

“You are just like HIM...-a liar..a-a manipulator.” he spoke in nothing more than deep seated anger, as if adding the dots that he had was now only fueling something that still laid deep within him enough so that just about every object not bolted to the floor now lay in a mess due to the outburst. Glass smashing, objects breaking as they hit the floor.

#c;#;hela #ignore text

asgardiandronning‌:

“Do you want my theory or shall I get my facts straight first?” She questioned, not seeing any reason why she would lie. If he wanted the truth, or what she thought might be the truth, she would give it.

“Whatever the results may be,” Hela added, cupping his face. “We are still family.”

“If that is so, then family should not keep things from one another...-” truthfully his expectation, was some sister of Odin’s perhaps, that made sense; he was positive one of them would be insane enough to sleep with a Frost Giant and he expected that her saying such would have no effect over him.

He just needed it out.

#c;#;hela

ofcivility‌:

She wondered just how many Midgar—HUMANS that he knew. Her lips pursed, an odd comment. After all, that break up was more then a decade ago. Over two decades, almost. Wow did time fly. At his words, she laughed. “Harry Potter references? How do you even— never mind that.” her arms crossed over her chest, giving him a wary look. she had to be wary. there was no other options to be around Loki. Whether he saved her life or not, see—HE SAVED HER LIFE. It was easy to forget in all her anger. He did save her life. Her suspicion loosened, as did her wary expression.

“The past.” That felt like a shock to the system. Why hadn’t she even considered— well, she was never known to think when she was angry. Put the anger away. There was no reason for it, not yet, he hadn’t done anything besides being obnoxious. “So you have no idea what happened to Thor then.” Had she be hoping he had? Damn. “Wait—WHAT? Asgard is no more–you have a sister?” It sounded like a soap opera almost. She gave him a brief glare at his last words, annoyance clear on her expression. Then, finally, his words dug in. “You helped Thor save Asgard.” Despite herself, despite her utter aggravation with Loki… a smile tugged unwittingly at her lips. “You guys fought together. On the same side…TOGETHER.” She almost wished she could see it, how happy it must of made Thor.

“Unfortunately not, so if you see the big oath do feel free to send him me way.” He wasn’t and possibly wouldn’t ever find himself living with the possibility that his brother may be dead, as much as they had their differences that was the last thing Loki wished. “Older sister that Odin locked away, rather common with the people he calls children apparently.” To him it was easy to shrug it off, he believed the Asgardians were safe and they were certainly the heart of all Asgard had been. Somewhere else would be found and Asgard would be restored...or that was how it was supposed to go. “Don’t speak of it like that, you’ll make me wish I hadn’t.” A sarcastic joke of course but a point nonetheless.

#c;#;jane

ofgolems‌:

“I could offer a few more examples but I might be biased.” Lottie knew that her mother still loved the ape head but Lottie was a protective sort of daughter. Jane would tell her that she could fight her own battles but it didn’t stop Lottie any. “My brother and sister are around here somewhere. I’m sure they’d be thrilled to meet you. My mother not so much.” She couldn’t speak for the others but Lottie happened to be mystified of the tales her mother so seldom told of Asgard and the dumb asses who came from it. A grin danced it’s way onto her lips as she turned in the chair. “There are far and few things which I did not get from my mother. She doesn’t particularly like you so… Wanna sit in the story circle and tell me why? Don’t mind Bob. He doesn’t bite.” Lottie spoke of the golem standing behind her and while its features were unseen Lottie could feel what it was thinking. I don’t trust him. Luckily Lottie didn’t either. “Pretty please?”

“And I certainly enjoy your version of bias..-” Even if he did get along with his older brother now, he wasn’t going to limit himself the chances to hear some of the less than friendly terms people had for him. A shrug followed, with good reasoning of course...somehow Loki was surprised she hadn’t warned her kids from approaching any strangers with his name just to be certain. “I have seen creatures far more fearsome than your...friend here. So I have little issue with Bob.” He confirmed as he took a seat, theatrically so of course. The trickster enjoyed being dramatic when he got the chance and he certainly couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face. “Let’s just say when I visited New York a long time ago, I was a little...less..than friendly and I had my reasons....though I am sure your mother will fail to mention that I did save her life and she would be unaware of the new leaf I turned in saving my own people when our planet was being destroyed.” He wondered if he should do a play on Midgard about it, it would certainly be fun.

#c;#;Lottie

asgardiandronning‌:

Hela sighed, looking over at her brother. ..Maybe brother. If she was right.. What would happen? She might be able to pull off being a sister, but something more? And a better mother than Frigga? That was an impossible task! Hopefully she really was wrong, even though it made so much sense.. And so little sense. By the norns, maybe she was going insane by spending so much time alone!

“If I’m right, then I hate to say it, but you would still have blood ties to Odin.”

Loki could’ve worked it out if he tried but the mention of Odin brought nothing but a bitter laugh from him and nothing but the urge to know nothing more. It felt far better to him that she was insane, that was he remained no more than he’d always been and his anger at Odin could remain as it was.

“Then I certainly hope you are insane...-” his words seemed to get darker toward the end, the grip on her arm loosening as he most certainly stepped back. “How? I think I would be well aware if I remained related to him.” he was still chuckling, to anyone else he was sure he would appear mad...not that he minded.

#c;#;hela

ofgolems‌:

It almost made her laugh to hear that. He was forty nine going on a hundred if she could guess his age. He sounded far too older than her guess could ever be. “I get the point but maybe not include the cockroaches thing if you’re so worried about them judging you.” If anything it would make them judge him faster and harder than before. “Just a suggestion.” Her book was now discarded and her attention fell completely on the other. Her golem didn’t like that.

Her eyebrows rose just slightly when his attire changed and she clapped her hands together. “It’s a start I guess.” Lottie wasn’t prepared for what he’d say next. Not even in the slightest. She was a woman of science (and magic, of course) so now she knew how her mother felt when she found Thor. “That’s why you’re familiar. My mother dated your brother before she dumped his dopey dumb ass.” Lottie laughed even with how mean she was being toward the blonde god. If he were there she’d still say the same thing. “Charlotte Foster. Nice to meet cha, I guess.”

“Dopey & dumb..-” he nodded as if contemplating how good they were in describing his older brother, when in fact he had and would probably continue to use such descriptions himself. “I couldn’t possibly describe my brother any better than you just have...though it feels rather strange to know Jane has children.” It was, though in a far more intriguing way that the trickster felt a need to admit. “And you, Charlotte Foster....you certainly carry your mothers fierce personality.” If she slapped him now that would only make him completely smug about the whole ordeal.

#c;#;Lottie

asgardiandronning‌:

“…You might have spoke too soon,” She closed her book, putting it down on the table before moving to get to her feet. “I must speak with our mother. I must be going insane.” Right? Loki was… And she.. If her gut feeling was right then… How? How did Loki get to Asgard? Was this Frigga’s doing? Odin would never..

Not bothering to say anything else, Hela quickly headed towards the door. Frigga would know, she would not lie. Not about this.

“What on Midgard ar-..” he shook his head, confused by whatever revelation she’d had and he’d certainly had the truth hidden from him far too often to just allow her to walk off.

Grabbing a hold of her arm he gave her a look, he couldn’t understand any of this and he needed to. “I have been lied to by the people i’ve called family far too much. Tell me what is making you insane or at the very least stay and finish the book; Moth-.. Frigga will not be going anywhere”

#c;#;hela

asgardiandronning‌:

“Do you know your birth mother?” He couldn’t be a full Frost Giant, she had been around them long enough to know their young and how they grew- Loki wasn’t like that. Whatever else he was, was surely something just as powerful if not more in order to have him not have her second guess he wasn’t a true son of Odin. Or maybe it was a part of her that always knew, and deep down did not want to face the truth? She had spent over an entire millennia to get over the lost of the life she created, and the mystery of why she never came across it while ruling Hel.. Even through her search and conquest over the rest of Niffleheim. No sign, none at all- till now.

“..Loki, how old are you?”

“No, though I suspect things cannot get much better considering the current predicament with parentage.” He’d assumed it would have been their DNA was the reason Loki appeared...well less like a Frost Giant but it was also their genetics that meant he was left to die at birth. Loki had let such things fade, there were far more important things to occupy his time now. Including that the younger versions of Frigga & Odin were running around.

A chuckle escaped him. “A rather blunt question...they consider it rude to ask another their age here on Midgard and I believe we’ve only just gotten over the recent fratricide..” he proceeded no less. “1053, though I don’t believe I look a day over 1000.”

#c;#;hela

ofgolems‌:

Everywhere she looked there were people complaining about something or the other. The figure behind her stood silently but she could hear it even with the robe and shadows hiding it’s face. It was silent… Except mentally. Lottie laughed at it’s outburst before her eyes landed back on the strange man. He seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place him quite just yet.

“I’d ask if you are one but since the neighborhood hasn’t been filled with frogs who used to be children…” Lottie pointed out before flipping to the next page in the book she had been reading. “Maybe they’d appreciate you more if you didn’t dress like you’re a funeral home caretaker. Just a thought.” Despite having been reading a book she found her attention falling upon the other. “Who are you anyways?”

“I prefer cockroaches but yes...your theory counts I suppose.” Or maybe it just proved he’d changed in some way; the Loki that had come to New York all those years ago would’ve killed anyone on sight and certainly would’ve turned a Midgardian child into whatever his mind could fester up and now...he was like some bitter old man.

A shrug passed, he rather liked the suit though if she insisted...he happily changed his appearance to now be that of his Asgardian attire. “And would they prefer something a little more like this...or do you reckon they would still point out some indifference.” It wasn’t a question, they always would. He was an Alien after all.

“Loki of Asgard.”

#c;#;Lottie

asgardiandronning‌:

Adopted? She could see Frigga doing that, Odin.. not so much. It was most likely their mother who talked the old man into keeping the little boy and- Her face fell, the words falling flat on her tongue. Laufey. Laufey. The Frost Giant. The man she-

“….Laufey is your father?” Hela questioned, voice sounding much weaker than he had ever heard her. Her face too, was much paler- making her look even more like death itself.

“Yes, an unfortunate truth I know but the truth nevertheless.-” and one he’d had to find out on his own, in battle against the Frost Giants...when an accidental touch had caused him to turn blue. He was peering out of the window only to glance over at her by accident.

She certainly looked like the revelation had taken her back, “Not a fan of Frost Giants?” Nothing more than curiosity behind his questioning, he wondered what she was afraid of...if anything at all.

#c;#;hela

asgardiandronning‌:

@ofxtricksandrequiem

“Frigga isn’t your birth mother,” More than a statement than a question, Hela’s green eyes looking over top of the book she had been reading. She and Loki had both been reading in each other company, drinking tea he brewed. However the question had been on her mind ever since she saw her mother the other day, how unlike she was of Loki.. He did look faintly like her, and their father, but… Only faintly. Not like Thor. Not like her- actually, a lot like her. He looked like her. How could that be? Did their father really missed her and raised his youngest to fill in that hole she left? Or maybe it was more of their mother? She was more of the one who would care, and would openly accept any young babe.. “Did you know that?”

A true statement, though in some ways he felt as if she would always be his mother...that he would always have a soft spot for her. But he couldn’t see what that had to do with anything, only raising a brow as he peered over the book he’d been giving the majority of his attention to.

“I am aware.” He nodded, shrugging subtly before he placed the book down on his lap. “Though that does tend to be the case when you are...adopted..” Often adopted felt too kind a word and stolen too rough. He was taken as no more than a possibly item of peace. But Frigga had loved him in ways she didn’t have to...perhaps that spoke far more for her.

...”I met Laufey once, he seemed far worse than Odin...though both were perhaps awful in equal measure.” Loki shook his head, bringing himself forward from his thoughts. “Where are you going with this?”

#c;#;hela

ofcivility‌:

“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” The last Asgardian she wanted to see, like ever. Betraying Thor, trying to kill him, trying to enslave Earth, the battle of New York… and here he was complaining about people calling him a witch, a sorcerer. “Aren’t you one, though? SERIOUSLY, are you gonna stand there with a straight face and say you aren’t magically inclined?” She challenged.

She wondered if he meant Thor. With his gold hair and all, but, she found herself unable to care. Thor wasn’t here right now, and she was angry for things beyond his behalf. “What are you doing here?” She exclaimed, venom in her tone. “You died— OR are you one of those people from the past?”

“Ah...my favorite Midgardian. How are things? I hear you dumped my dear older brother.” After all the last time he’d seen the woman had been far before he and Thor had settled their differences...not too long after Odin’s death. “Oh I am very magically inclined but I prefer my name over the derogatory name children use...-since witches to them are fictional characters sorted into houses.”

A chuckle passed, strange how angry she remained and yet his brother was nowhere in sight. At the time he’d last seen her he’d had sympathy for her...even for his brother; to love someone that you were to outlive by a rather large margin was a tragic tale at best. “I survived, though I am also from the past...far more happened after you and Thor departed ways...-” A smirk came to pass his lips, though it soon came to pass at the thought of his fallen home. “Odin is dead, I aided Thor in saving the Asgardians from our rather nutty older sister and Asgard is no more...-but do feel free to continue the hateful gazes, you know how I LOVE THEM.”

#c;#;jane

bone-affied-cuchulainn‌:

@ofxtricksandrequiem A new recruit, specifically testing one. The Inner Circle was looking to up their game, and the way to ensure that was to ensure the lethal nature of all those that joined, apparently. Asgardians, as far as Cu knew, were not the sort that enjoyed tests, but he wasn’t exactly making the rules of their little group.

Perched up on one of the towers, as a Goshawk, he kept a keen eye on the surrounding area with interest. As his dark haired companion came into view, nearing their meet-spot, he quickly leaped from his perch and glided down through the various wires and down near the sidewalk. Just after landing, a series of cracks and and shifting organs faintly echoed about them as his bones reconfigured themselves. Once it was done, he stood, “Loki, right? Oi ‘ear yer a new one ta the Circle.”

“And perhaps an old one if all the circle happens to be is a group of birds...-” Sarcasm of course, being that he could create illusions that changed his form he indeed knew when he was stood before a shapeshifter but he was not about to be anything but himself since he had offered his allegiance to them...they hadn’t come and asked...he certainly hadn’t begged either.

And with his suspicions confirmed, the trickster offered a smirk. “Your version of changing form looks and sounds far more tedious than my own...does it not hurt at all; I can only expect the movement of organs or cracking of bones is not something you get used to?”

#c;#;Cu

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