Phantom Auguries

I am the Augur. I am the interpreter of the destiny of these realms and the tool by which it is fulfilled, whether or not that comes with the approval of the meager proletariat. Through my eye alone will the nameless prophecies which were conceived before the inception of the gods transpire. I am the prophet, the prognosticator, and the harbinger. Too many times have I endured the mockery of the Norns, watching as they wrest my rightful throne from my grip. I shall tolerate such slights no longer. I am Loki, the Trickster God-- father of deceit, architect of illusion, patron of chaos. And if I myself must conquer all the realms from the frozen wastes of Jotunheim to the blazing inferno of Muspelheim, I swear that I shall have my throne. [Post-Avengers Loki RP blog, see about page for more info. Link in banner on top of page.]

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Star light, star bright

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Loki couldn’t grow comfortable with this landscape.To eyes accustomed to the splendor and opulence of Asgard, Midgard seemed by comparison a dull and barren wasteland, devoid of color and beauty. The desert was nothing but an ugly patch of brown as far as the eye could see, and the sky was no better— a black, inky canopy speckled only with the most pitiful suggestion of stars.

But at least there was Jane Foster. Entertaining, if not interesting. He found her lying in the dirt not far from her ramshackle observatory. Sitting in the dirt above her head, he crossed his legs easily and stared at her. “Please tell me this is not a common means of spurring cognitive activity.”

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    Jane was wholly unaware of Loki’s approach, so lost in the spectacular starscape above her head, and the layout of the universe in her mind. But she heard the scrape of his boots and his pants as he sat down, and her eyes flickered as she returned herself.

    With a sound of disgust, she closed her eyes and sat up, turning to look at him. “Did you get bored with annoying Darcy? Or did she taser you this time?”

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"On the contrary--" he tutted, raising a finger in protest. "Miss Lewis is the one who seems fixated on annoying me, with her endless drivel of pop-culture references. It's hardly any wonder that the mind of the modern man has been transformed so thoroughly to mush."

With a sigh, he leaned back on his hands, turning his gaze upward to the stars. Though he knew that Asgard was out there somewhere, as he looked into this dull firmament he struggled to believe it. "I've retreated in a last-ditch effort to preserve what little remains of my sanity."

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"What good is a unique beauty if it is seen as unattractive by all who would lay eyes upon it? What is it worth then?"

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"Not all, Sif.”

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"If there is one, then he is far from me and his admiration with him."

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"Oh? And how would you have him prove otherwise?"

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Star light, star bright

    Jane lay on her back, her head resting on her balled up jacket, as she stared up at the stars above her. Her lips moved as she quietly picked out all the constellations she could see, but her eyes were seeing the universe around them, the nebulae and the clouds of dust that reflected lights with colours of which human eyes could only see a fraction. So limited was her physical body. Was her life. So much to discover, so little time…

   She sighed and rubbed her face. “Think Jane.”

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Loki couldn't grow comfortable with this landscape.To eyes accustomed to the splendor and opulence of Asgard, Midgard seemed by comparison a dull and barren wasteland, devoid of color and beauty. The desert was nothing but an ugly patch of brown as far as the eye could see, and the sky was no better-- a black, inky canopy speckled only with the most pitiful suggestion of stars.

But at least there was Jane Foster. Entertaining, if not interesting. He found her lying in the dirt not far from her ramshackle observatory. Sitting in the dirt above her head, he crossed his legs easily and stared at her. "Please tell me this is not a common means of spurring cognitive activity."

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"And I also know better than most the value in distancing oneself from that ideal. You are unique. That is worth more than you seem to think."

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"What good is a unique beauty if it is seen as unattractive by all who would lay eyes upon it? What is it worth then?"

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"Not all, Sif."

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phantomauguries replied to your post: …

"Any man who says you are less beautiful for lack of golden locks is blind and an utter fool."

"It is not a thing any man or woman speaks, Loki, it is a thing I feel in their eyes. You know better than most how they value golden hair."

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"And I also know better than most the value in distancing oneself from that ideal. You are unique. That is worth more than you seem to think."

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I saw the monster in you and loved you despite it, in spite of it, because of it. Your mouth is weaponry and I kissed you with a soft tongue, unarmored.

Sincerely, Joanna. (via harlowora)

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nothingyouownissafe replied to your post “When you came to earth and dressed in earth-clothing... the coat you wore was fabulous . Have a nice day.”

"You'd look sexy in a pair of black jeans. But not as sexy as those leather pants... Mmm."

"I would be uncomfortable in jeans, I think. I've grown accustomed to the feel of leather."

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When you came to earth and dressed in earth-clothing... the coat you wore was fabulous . Have a nice day.

Yes, well-- I have a better appreciation than my brother for the effect that clothing can have. I can hardly expect to conquer the Earth in a flannel shirt and jeans.

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"Is that a good thing?"

"Where I am concerned, it is far better that I find you interesting than dull. That is a fate truly dangerous."

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"Did you split your tongue or did someone do it for you?" [[River wat.]]

"I am merely that which I have always been-- prisoner to my own nature. But perhaps that answer does not vilify me me sufficiently for your taste."

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"Are you in need of protection, Loki?"

"… Is that really your first instinct in the case of my extended absence?"

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"Not as a protector, Sif. Perhaps as a lover.”

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"Only perhaps? There is no need in that word. Perhaps I shall make myself available to you when your language has become more desperate.”

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"Of course-- do not ever let me forget what a cruel lover the Goddess of War can be. What of your own needs? Are they so easily sated playing with your swords?"