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a random Jotun Loki by TashinaJacob

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I’m bored at work so Meta for The All Fathers Treasure about Loki’s background. 

Before being placed in the cell, hidden away so no one knew that he existed, Loki,as a young infant, was placed under strict guard and care in a undisclosed part of the palace that no one was allowed to go near except for Odin and the guards he allowed. The only exception was the old wetnurse/servant that was there to make sure Loki lived. Loki,being a toddler when moved, does not remember his time in that room, or the servant who kept him alive.He does not remember the pinches,the small slaps, or harsh words the woman used, or the flicks that the guards would sometimes wake him with to ensure he was alive for whatever Odin wanted him for. Odin never disclosed his reasons to anyone, not even Frigga, who was unaware that this was happening. (It’s an AU,bite me.) He does remember the feeling of being alone, something that never went away, of being frightened, and scared with no one to cling to. 

They moved Loki before he  could begin to even think of where he was or call it home. They did it in the dead of night, while Loki, still barely able to form words, slept. The change wasn’t too different, but his small legs could only take him so far, the barriers of his cage blocking him from going beyond their walls. The nursemaid was taken out of the picture, and the guards were left to finish teaching  Loki  basic motor skills and toilet training. 

Odin wasn’t in the picture often. he visited, saw to it that Loki,unaware of the world beyond the cell, was content and in good health, but didn’t speak with him often. What clothes Loki had were hand me downs,mostly from the soldiers own family or friends children. They never thought to educate him, thinking him a monster that was better left ignorant and foolish, and so they never gave him a book to read. Odin brought a select few toys for him when he was a child, a toy soldier missing an arm that was badly beat up from play, a ball that just barely worked from the rough handling it endured by its previous owner, and a small patched up horse plush missing an eye. Those items Loki keeps under the bed in his cell. He is unaware that they once belonged to Bron. He only knows they are some of his few possessions, and that he’s  had nothing else to pass the time or call his friends but those broken and beaten down toys. 

Loki tried engaging in contact, being friends with the guards, but they ignored him. As they continued to do so,he began having tantrums, playing pranks, and did anything for attention. Negative attention was better than no attention. Loki could often be caught watching the guards come and go,and  Tyr,noticing the jotuns watchful gaze, began to tell Loki stories about how he and his race were monsters,that anyone who would spot him would kill him,that he owed Odin his life and he should be grateful he was kept safe like an ancient relic. While it worked fear into Loki at a young age, he began to doubt and grow more curious about what lay beyond his cell. So one day he grabbed a dagger while the owner,one of the guards, was not paying attention, and used it to attack him while the cells door was still open for the guard to give him his daily meal. It didn’t take long before another guard rushed in and wrestled Loki to the ground. The guards upped the security, making stricter rules on how things would run if they were to go in or out of the cell. Loki would remain in a corner, far from where he could get near them, and there would be two men at all times to ensure he did not attempt another escape. When Loki had to be taken out to be bathed he would wear chains at all times. The only person Loki seemed to fear was Tyr, so he would overlook all activities regarding the prisoner while managing his other duties. 

As Odin became ill his visits to check on Loki decreased. He didn’t speak, but stared with a form of pity in his eyes. Loki, having nothing but his words, attempted to anger Odin, to seek some attention from him, but Odin just turned away and never came back. Someone new came in his place.

@brontideking

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Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation From the mind of one sick animal Who can't tell the difference And gets stupified I've been waiting my whole life for just one fuck! And all I needed was just one fuck! Well, can you see that you don't give a fuck! I find myself stupified, coming back again All I wanted was just one fuck! One tiny, little innocent fuck! And when I feel like I'm straight out of luck! I find my stupified, coming back again Why do you like playing around with My narrow scope of reality? I can feel it all start slipping I think I'm breaking down Why do you like playing around with My narrow scope of reality? I can feel it all start slipping away See, but I don't get it Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit? Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it? I get stupified It's all the same, you say Live with it, but I don't get it Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit? Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it? I get stupified I get stupified All the people in the left wing rock! And all the people in the right wing rock! And all the people in the underground rock! I find myself stupified, coming back again All the people in the high-rise fuck! And all the people in the projects fuck! And all la gente in the barrio fuck! I find myself stupified, coming back again Why do you like playing around with My narrow scope of reality? I can feel it all start slipping I think I'm breaking down Why do you like playing around with My narrow scope of reality I can feel it all start slipping away See, but I don't get it Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit? Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it? I get stupified It's all the same, you say Live with it, but I don't get it Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit? Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it? I get stupified I get stupified Tefached Tefached And don't deny me No, baby, now, don't deny me And, darlin', don't be afraid But I don't get it Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit? Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it? I get stupified Look in my face, stare in my soul I begin to stupify Look in my face, stare in my soul I begin to stupify Look in my face, stare in my soul I begin to stupify Look in my face, stare in my soul I begin to stupify Look in my face, stare in my soul Look in my face, stare in my soul Look in my face, stare in my soul Look in my face, stare in my soul Look in my face, Look in my face, Look in my face, I begin to stupify

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assxmilate / brontideking is one of the kindest people I know. I'm so glad that I have had the privilege of speaking with them and their muses. The mun is a great friend and is always kind, and was there for me when everyone else either seemed distant or just didn't help me when I was upset and ended up annoying me. I love this mun to pieces and hope we can be/stay good friends for a long time.

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brontideking

                “ ah. ”

     perhaps a little worry sounded in his      voice as eyes fell on a FAMILIAR face.

               “ i was not EXPECTING to see                  you again so soon, brother. ”

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How does it feel to treat me like you do? When you've laid your hands upon me And told me who you are I thought I was mistaken I thought I heard your words Tell me, how do I feel? Tell me, now, how do I feel?

How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do

Those who came before me Lived through their vocations From the past until completion They'll turn away no more And I still find it so hard To say what I need to say But, I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbor I can and shall obey But if it wasn't for your misfortunes, I'd be a heavenly person today And I thought I was mistaken And I thought I heard you speak Tell me, how do I feel? Tell me, now, how should I feel?

Now I stand here waiting

I thought I told you to leave me When I walked down to the beach Tell me how does it feel When your heart grows cold (grows cold, grows cold)

How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do

How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do

How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do

[diem]

Time Is Running Out

brontideking

Iðunn remembered all too clearly the weeks and months leading up to ‘The Break-Up’. All through their relationship, they had fought--- nothing too serious, more squabbling than anything. It didn’t worry her then, but when their fights became a more common occurrence, lasting for hours and then days until finally it was the same fight over and over, never reaching any resolution. He began to pull away from her, and she did the only thing she knew to do in response. She held on tighter.

She remembered a time where they were the best of friends. She remembered the laughter, how their smiles touched their eyes whenever they were together. She hadn’t even noticed when they lost all that, when the foundation they’d built their lives on had crumbled under their very feet. It hadn’t mattered that they didn’t have money, could barely scrape together enough to get by, as long as they were together.

Iðunn had always been hopelessly naive, especially with regards to Thor.

And then the night came that he walked out, didn’t come back until he realised there was nowhere else to go. They were both tied to the apartment, but it was too late for them. Everything had shattered the moment he walked out of the door, the moment his resolve snapped and he told her exactly how he’d been feeling. Exactly why he’d spent their meagre income on going out drinking. His words still hurt, no matter the time that had passed since. Iðunn didn’t smile at him, not now. The bitterness that lingered between them, resentment that they’d harboured for too long, it made her feel sick. Every morning she found herself heaving over the toilet bowl.

They were supposed to be happy. They were supposed to be in love, and yet they weren’t. It couldn’t be love, not the fairytale version of it she knew. It was dark and twisted, and they were both of them counting down the days until he’d be gone. That was what he wanted, after all. 

So when the pregnancy test was positive, Iðunn cried. She’d always wanted a child, though the doctors told her the chances of her ever being able to conceive and carry a baby to term were slim. And now, as her life began to fall apart at the seams, a new life was growing inside her. She shoved the test in the bathroom bin, wiping her eyes and drawing in a deep breath. 

“Thor?” She meant to tell Thor then and there, she truly did... But when she saw him, she just couldn’t. They coexisted in the apartment, a silent agreement of sorts, but the only time they talked now was when they fought. 

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Parent

Loki had very bad experiences with his parents. Well, with Laufey. Farbauti died when he was small, so Loki only experienced happiness for a few years. When his dam died, Laufey grew cold and started to take it out on Loki. His brothers were soon to follow. When with his biological family, Loki is beaten a lot and yelled at, which is why he moved to Asgard. His father was a ruthless killer and abused Loki in every way known to man, but Loki finally escaped him. If Laufey were to ever return for Loki, no doubt he would be terrified. Because Laufey is king, Loki knows he does have a lot of power, so it’s risky being in Asgard at all, but it’s all Loki can do to live a content life.

As for his own parenting, he definitely wants kids some day. But he wants to be the exact opposite of his father, he wants to show them how to defend themselves and how to love other people without hitting them. He wants to parent them the right way. Of course, Loki would have to find the right partner to even have kids, but he’s always been fond of the idea. Parenting his own kids would be his way of standing up to his father once and for all.