Liar Liar ;;

Adjective; Speaking pleasantly; Gold-Mouthed. Ind. Sel. Priv. Loki Laufeyson from Marvel. Canon Div. Please read rules. 

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starchxsn! :\\ Coralus;

What a tragedy. All the travel in the stars and the first familiar face galactic eyes could take in were that of a mere child. Ancient singularity sighed, shoulders sagging as arms crossed behind the base of the back, lips pursed in mock pout. Mischief he was indeed, but this Loki lacked the age, it seemed… & perhaps the streak of bad luck. Then again, all galaxies crossed when it came to poor adopted son of Odin. Pale fingers reached outward, pinching edges of fur-lined collar, tugging gently in fascination. Boots hovered only slightly as gravitational pull lessened, twisting form around to circle the other in intrigue. 

“ Excessive is a situational standard, I suppose. At the very least, your horns remain as in tact as always, though these seem a bit more tame than usual. ” Perhaps this variant held a different standard.

Damned if he tried to find a familiar face. All the same, dramatic huff left frowning lips, hands poised before him as fingers splayed together, electric blue hue radiating between points. “ I doubt you would know of me as one of six… you reek of a universe far from here. ” One galactic eyes seemed to have missed. Said starry pupils drowned in nebula as eyes crunched to perfect crescents as pale lips turned in deceiving smile. Flowing cloaks expanded out in dazzling display with the wave of one arm ; movements fluid, universe living on rustling cloaks ; embodiment. 

“ Lost little stars such as yourself would know me as Space. The Loki I knew had known me best as the Tesseract. My allies once called me Coralus. Unless, of course, you have heard of me. In which case, you may… ”

            𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 trial, having been the evil his adoptive ‘mother’ had wanted him to be for so long until he decided he didn’t want to do it anymore. He wanted to be better than that of past versions. Reborn again and again, many times not even by choice. Whether he wanted to be or not, he always would just be. So why not exist and try to be better? He wished to be more than he had been in the past. More than the menace he had been in the past. More than what the universe had tried to make him. He didn’t want to be the one that hurt people because he knew what it felt like to be the one hurt. He knew how it felt to always be the person trying to do his best and then being told he still wasn’t good enough for it.

             𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 a difference between overly excessive and the right amount, though he wasn’t here to debate about style sense. “My horns are an asgardian head gear that show both my social status and my mastery of magic.” A patient reply, but one that he knew would get exhausting if he had to repeat it frequently. Much like the wings on his brother’s helmet, he knew that there was reasoning for his headpiece. Many others wouldn’t. But this being before him introduced themselves, bringing the attention of the god back. “They don’t hinder my movement should I wish to fight and they still bring the point across.

             𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖍𝖊 knew that there could be worse to happen, the young god moved from his spot, green eyes glancing over their surroundings before landing back on the other. He knew of infinity stones, the one of six statement catching his attention while he listened to the other speak. Though his past incarnations may grab for the power one of those may give them, he was nothing short of disinterested. “Ah, that would make sense, I suppose.” A small shift and the agent glanced to the other, a thin brow shifting upwards some as he nodded. “I’m afraid, regardless of the place of which I am from.. Thanos is always grabbing for the stones. It’s why our security ended up getting a little bit of a... higher training quality.” They needed to be some of the best warriors Asgard knew. It would do them no good to be otherwise. “A pleasure to meet you, Coralus.”

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starchxsn​! :\\ ???;

┘ unprompted ┌ . @savidicus​

“ You look a lot younger than I remember. ”

Of course, Space hadn’t crossed paths with the mischievous god for quite some time. The fabrics of sibling Time and his own Space had all but frayed at the edges with strands branching to each dependent galaxy. Tip-toeing across, transcending sibling’s holdings, Coralus ventured to explore where he had once been limited. Free of walls of Tesseract, blue stone of six stretched, arms up and over the head, swinging down as starry cloaks swirled with dazzling display of constellations. Boots, feather light, moved across the expanse, pale fingers wiggling towards the other. Slowly, smile faded to that of pursed lips and confusion.

“ Huh… you’re not the Loki I remember. He was much more… excessive in clothing choice. ”

            𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖘 always taken, trying to atone for things done in past. Mind far from the present, fingers laced together as green eyes watched people pass before him. He’d been trying to fix everything. Becoming an agent for his mother that was meant to be something he could do to work and fix whatever mistakes he could. A God of Mischief.. such a burden for someone to carry.. something that not everyone would understand. Many have made it difficult for him to fully adjust to not always causing problems. He was so tired of always playing everyone else’s villain. For Thor, for the Avengers... for Freya.. He was tired of it. That was why he was trying to fix it. A voice hailed his attention from his people watching, eyes shifting to the stranger after a moment. Head tilted, angular brow shifting upwards.

            𝖂𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖉, young god moving to look to the other. “Excessive and practical are not always one and the same. With my current work experience, excessive would get in the way.” It wasn’t the first time someone had commented on his fashion sense.. though he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. “You seem to have me at a disadvantage.. you know of a Loki.. though I haven’t the foggiest who you might be.”

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“  i never asked for this/that.  ”  “  i said no.  ” “  she/he was the only one who ever understood.  ” “  help me understand.  ” “  if that’s what you want…  ” “  this is about me, for once.  ” “  maybe if you listened instead of running your mouth, you’d know what i was talking about.  ” “  it was a joke.  ” “  let me see that.  ” “  i don’t have a plan, but we’ll figure it out.  ” “  i like to watch the stars. it reminds me how small we all are.  ” “  i didn’t realize you were in so much pain.  ” “  i only wanted to help.  ” “  what are you smiling at?  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  i know i have a right to be angry, but i don’t want to be.  ” “  i’m not sure what i’m supposed to feel.  ” “  don’t make me say it.  ” “  that doesn’t sound quite right, but okay.  ” “  i would never lie to you.  ” “  you wouldn’t get it.  ” “  just, let me have this, ok?  ” “  i need you.  ” “  just go.  ” “  how did this happen?  ” “  is this what you wanted?  ” “  love never really goes away, it just changes sometimes.  ”  “  stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now.  ” “  you were all i wanted.  ” “  now that i’m on the other side of it, i guess i see now how little it mattered  ”

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            “𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜, things could be worse.” He knew that bit personally, but... for now, a casual hand was offered in order to help the other up.

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parantapa! :\\ Lotor;

Asgard… Yes, he remembers seeing such a name in his studies, but it felt just about as out of reach and even less possible then Oriande. Somehow, after having been exiled away from his people by his tyrannical father, Lotor had managed to arrive to… Asgard? A realm of beings revered by many as Gods..? Warriors unlike any other, with an affinity to ancient sorcery–That Asgard?!

The ex-prince blinked, as he studied the man–he looked humanoid in shape, but other then the horn-piece he wore for a crown, he did not look particularly dangerous or powerful. But Lotor knew first hand that looks were deceiving. He draws his hand away from his knife, raising his palms up defensively before slowly reaching for the back of his helmet. There is a click, and he eases the helmet off. 

Silver hair seeps down, and matching his other injuries, a sharp cut marks his brow and bleeds. He wipes away at his indigo-tinted blood with his forearm, and with a wince, falls back into his seat. ❝ Lotor.. My name is Lotor and it was not my intention to crash here—but your.. planet, or something pulled my ship. ❞ His system had gone haywire, and momentarily he went blind before he registered clouds and the impending forest he was flying towards. 

❝ I admit this was not in my plans. ❞ If it was his father that had sent him, then.. Blue eyes flickered, pale brows furrowing as he looked over his damaged ship and surroundings. ❝ Would your father permit my stay, while I repair and rest? ❞ He knew he’d have to show some sign of good faith, carefully, he reached for his blade. ❝ I’m willing to hand over my weapon–as a show of faith. ❞ If there was anything he had learned from his father, it was how to actually work with others instead of demanding rule. He raised the sheathed blade, resting it between himself and Loki.

                  Dark brows rose, moss greens flickering over the whole of the situation. A foreign ship, whose pilot appeared almost as an odd looking elf seemed to be crashed upon Asgardian soil. But he was sent to find out what caused the strange light.. So of course.. he had to return with whatever proof that he found out about to report to his father. As much as he would have loved to step up, he was trying to turn over a new leaf, so to say. To try and make his own life a little less chaotic.

                A pause was given, back remaining straight as posture became a little more proper. He was, after all, in some aspects still considered a son of Asgard. A child of Odin despite the name of Laufyson. His father would greatly appreciate the show of faith, though the direction for the time being.. should be to his father, and not through the God of Lies. God of Mischief.. One who could just as easily lie to others as to himself. No, he would wish to hear it from the mouth of he who spoke the words.

                A slight head tilt, dark strands of hair shifting around golden horns nestled to the god-one’s head. Hands folded behind his back and weight shifted from one side to the other a moment before he was stepping forward. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lotor." A fraction of a frown settled, dark brows nestling close to the ever shifting greens of his eyes. Curious was he to know how long this one would have should his father turn him away.. There had to be somewhere in the nine realms he should be able to go.

                Expression shifted once again, head shifting as a hand waved with a mild dismissiveness to it. “I would hope, but there is only one sure way to know. I must bring you to see him.” He couldn’t see why he wouldn’t allow it, but.. Loki’s life was only a fraction of the mighty king’s. “I cannot accept on his behalf, I’m afraid. But I can bring you to check with him.” His hope was that his dearest mother was not there. As Manipulative as she was cunning on some senses. She either escaped the all-seeing eye of his father or his father simply.. did not wish to see that she was such towards him.

                Either way... Things were starting to get interesting.

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parantapa​! :\\ Lady of the Portal;

Vaguely does Morrigan recall the feel of arms lifting her up with a strange, and most unfamiliar care. Her mind registers a word—Safe…

No, she would never be safe so long as Flemeth followed. So long as she carried this old soul, this child and Morrigan lived… Flemeth would find her. She was clever as she was vengeful, and she was ambitious in her selfish wishes for eternal youth. Flemeth planned on living forever, amassing every secret and power known by the ancient elves… 

She needed to run. Run far away. 

There was a dark, husky laugh that echoed in her mind, an image of sharp-draconian gold eyes watching her in a predatory fashion. You can’t escape girl. The dragon bared its teeth, its great maw opening wide as fire scorched Morrigan. She swallowed the sound of her own scream.

Snapping her eyes open, she gasps and blinks quickly, registering the strange surroundings. High ceiling with torch lights and.. a strange image and women around in robes.. Morrigan’s heart thundered, and in reflex she rests her hand over her stomach in defense. Faintly, but present, she sensed the old soul within her womb. 

She ignores the tremor to her hand, Flemeth’s laughter still echoing fresh in her mind. Seeing the dark-haired man, she remembers vaguely his face from when she fainted. He must have found her… The maiden’s seemed to have changed her to comfortable robes, her own clothes were folded on a table nearby. Questions yes… she had questions… 

❝ Is this place… Warded? ❞ Seeing that strange picture hovering–it looked like magic, perhaps was some kind of advance sorcery. She sits up slowly, dark strands of her hair spilling past her shoulders. ❝ I… ❞ She hesitated, and lowers her head. ❝ I’m.. I wish for sanctuary.. and am uncertain if this place is safe. ❞ If… If they were that advance, then perhaps.. Perhaps she could stay. She would have to wait and see.

                  Asgard was asgard. A place that those from midgard usually could not find; only so few were capable of locating. But this one seemed different. So he had decided to bring her to the healers.. much to his father’s dismay. Those of Midgard are not to be here, Loki. Yes, this he knew and he wasn’t going to be keeping a midgardian here. His Dear mother would sneer at the mere sight. Her adopted child whomst she wished to be nothing more than the villain in his brother’s story than get redemption from the ill deeds he was well aware that he did.

                Handmaidens were waved off for the moment, the ladies giving a shallow bow before hurrying off to attend other duties. “Warded?” There was a soft chuckle, god shifting weight as he moved towards the woman in careful manner so not to startle her. “In a manner of speaking.” God of illusions, god of mischief, god of lies. But ever truthful was he when it mattered. when it was important, when others depended on his input to be accurate.. He was dependable.

                Greens glanced over her before another set of careful steps were taken.. Thundreous steps bafelling the staircase that maidens had left. Voice familiar to the god-one, coming from down the hallway reminded him that his dear brother was returning from midgard this day.. he would have to see him later. “It is not often that I ask father to allow a midgardian to be treated by the handmaidens. He was rather cross..” A slight bit of amusement in tone, though nothing was lie. All truth in its own meaning.

                Careful movement before the man shifted some. “I already requested you be given sanctuary.. Mother’s idea, surprisingly enough.” What was that woman planning? “Ah, but where are my manners? I’ve not even remotely introduced myself.” Small smile curved over lips, foot moving back as the impish god gave a polite half-bow. “I am Loki, god of mischief. And here, you will be safe.”

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parantapa​! :\\ Lady Morrigan;

❝ Oh pardon me then, ‘twas foolish to question the ego that fills the room and how your horns stay put on your brow. ❞

                  “Now you see, my dear lady, that would simply be magic at its finest. It can do more than conjure thunder and fire.”

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parantapa​! :\\ Lady Morrigan;

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❝ You’re looking far too smug. ❞ 

                “What’s not to be smug about? I’m me.”

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parantapa​!

Morrigan stumbled through the portal she summoned through the mirror, weak at the toll the magic had taken on her body. It was more challenging with what was growing inside–the added pulse that signaled a new life. The life of an ancient soul that now pulsed through her. 

Where she was, even she did not know–but all she knew was that she had to keep moving. Away from her. From Flemeth. The old crone was still alive, and Morrigan couldn’t let her find them.

But being on the run has taken its toll, and she is hungry and exhausted. She stumbles, falling to her knees first, and she thought she felt snow–but it was warm. Her finger curl against the grass, the snow that had berated at her earlier melting away.  There were footsteps, and it wasn’t in her nature to beg or grovel, no she had glared at the approaching shadow with the little bit of defiance she had left. To perish here, ha.. what would the Warden say? 

Feeling the warmth in her stomach, though she showed no signs of growth there yet–she curled another hand defensively and whispered. ❝ …can’t.. be found.. ❞ Her expression faltered, this child was not one she’d risk. This was hers. She couldn’t… Her vision faded, as a hand hovered over her–was this how it’d end? ❝ Please… ❞ 

                Asgard was not somewhere that often had problems that could not be handled by those that lived there.. There were a few times they had found problems that they needed help with. but for the most part, the Asgardians were a tough lot. Nightfall was easy to slip out undetected, especially for the mischievous young god. A quiet walk through the gardens, peaceful enough during the day but at night he could truly be out here by himself.

                Hands are tucked behind his back, green eyes looking over the various flowers, numerous plants.. the soft trickle of running water tinged the air, a fountain sat at the center of the gardens.. feeding out to a small rivlet that carved through the small garden. He didn’t expect to see an enchantress at one of his turns. Green eyes watched her, shock fading into curiosity.. then into concern..

                Her pleas are met with a gentle touch and the god giving a soft nod. “Allow me to bring you to the healers. You will be safe.” When next she was to awake, she would find herself in a room with tall, stone ceilings. The rest of the room lit only by torchlight and a few handmaidens stood to the side discussing a hologram that hovered over her.

                In one of the darker corners stood the young god of mischief, moving once he realized that she was awake. “Ah, you awaken.. and I assume you have questions as to where you are. Fear not, I will answer any questions you may have. Take it at your pace. I have no pressing matters to attend this day.”

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I love him, but not for the way he silenced my demons, but the way his demons danced with mine–  || Loki x Morrigan

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“I am the echo of a scream.I am the magpie who whispers.I am the crime that will not be forgiven.And this is my story..”

[Did i type the sentences right?I only read the comic which has been translated .]

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That’s why. Because I tried to change, and I changed. And it didn’t matter. Because even if the God of Lies is not the God of Evil, he is still the God of Lies.

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Pride Month 2017: Loki, God(dess) of Stories - they are genderfluid and bisexual

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I’m me. First, last and always. love love love her attitude