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digital-pages replied to your post:.
No, but people have come to me asking me to break their arms so they don’t have to do things
((why are you so far away from me))
['I should have never trusted you.' from Idle. of course. and 'Please tell me what I did wrong, what I can do to fix this.' or 'There’s no such thing as love, at least not between us.' or 'Just the thought of being around you makes me feel sick.' or actually any of them at all for Icy/Lucien/humanLoki... because I need it]
Idle-
”I should never have trusted you.”
”Did you think,” breathed the god roughly, feeling the touch of death already spread through his veins. It seemed slower than he would have expected… thought death might have come by now. Twenty years passed since the blade found it’s way through his heart? Twenty seconds?
The godling coughed, felt something warm with a sickening taste of iron flood his mouth, but carried on. Had to give a reason. Had to explain.
”I would get so close… to my… murderer… and not try once?”
It was the grin of the unreachable that fixed Baldr’s mouth, something almost akin to triumph, a victory smile as the stag laid back his head for the final time. A raking shudder, a final breath, and the knife that had tried to sink into Idle’s flesh fell to the floor, a limp hand following close behind.
”Please tell me what I did wrong? What can I do to fix this?’
”You can do nothing,” snarled the god, the stag whirling to face the serpent, baring the fangs now found and brandishing the spear-tipped antlers. He had seen hooves crush the diamond-shaped skulls, silencing the forked tongue once and for all and, in his rage, Baldr would have liked to see shattered bone beneath his feet.
It was not to be, it was not to be, and he knew it well, but oh, speculation was so sweet. Whether the red ribbons of fate forced him to dance in their merry tune, forced him to walk onward to the inevitable, to speak only what they wished, his mind was his own and it replayed the dream of death over and over.
Whether it was his own, or Loki’s, was for him only to know.
”Loki Laufeyson, the greatest mistake of this universe. What do you think you can do to make anything better?”
”There’s no such thing as love, at least, not between us.”
Aye, the words hurt. They cut through he invincible skin, sliced expertly through the layers of muscle, scoured the breastbone as it passed and speared his heart. Baldr could do nothing but stand in that numbed state, cutting off the agony one vein at a time, disassociating himself with the feelings within. It was a well-played trick, to be nothing more than a walking corpse than a living, screaming god.
The darkness had taught him that much.
Why had he been foolish enough to ask? The truth would make itself known over time, and yet he was nothing more than an impatient brat, crying for answers. It had taken him nowhere good, no gleaming golden joy at being found right. Truth was a fickle woman, and she played her host well.
And then came her whispering, her consolations.
Why would he love you? What are you to him? Some pet, some thing to amuse himself with until he wants to kill you. Keeps you close, nice and by his side, makes you all the easier to find. And until then, you would kiss the ground he walks on and lick the soles of his boots as he treads right over you, and you would thank him for giving you the slops of his dinner. Pathetic. Why would he love you? There is no love between a master and a slave.
So the stag bowed his head, cast his eyes low, ashamed. He let the words murmur in echo about his head, kept his heart detached, and moved to serve the only thing he could ever love in this life.
His death.
Lucien-
”Just the thought of being around you makes me feel sick.”
”Trust me,” charmed the golden god, the gleaming angel who saw fit to grace such a fallen with his company. His smile blazed like the summer moon, bright and white and radiant, his eyes alight with the stars that shone in joy as they watched the trembling being, as they pitied this wretched life.
He delicately sipped from the coffee, paying no mind to the burning liquid or the bitterness, and he shone and shone and shone.
How could he not be loved?
”The feeling is entirely mutual.”
digital-pages replied to your post:.
yes
((+whispers+ I know someone that has a tattoo of all the symbols in a huge circle on her back, it looks so cool))
digital-pages replied to your post “gloryofydalir replied to your post “.” i was gonna say ive never been...”
.... what's a choc-ice?
((A choc-ice is... well, ice cream coated in chocolate. Usually wrapped in a paper wrapper and the childhood pudding of any British primary school student))
gloryofydalir replied to your post “.”
i was gonna say ive never been on one.. but ah yes, my marvel loki... three years ago lmao
((+whispers+ what was your marvel loki you are ull and kraki to me never change you're beautiful just the way you are))
digital-pages replied to your post “.”
It's a bar of icecream covered in a thin layer of chocolate
((Of ice cream? So a choc-ice then...))
toupotamou replied to your post “.”
[ permanently struggling between avoiding positivity blogs entirely and desperately wanting to see myself on one ]
((It seems on par with follower counts and all else, in terms of judging popularity. If I'm honest, I'm just a sucker for compliments and it's a nice thing to find, that someone thought about you enough to dedicate a post of kind words about you. Alas, the turmoil that is being an online writer))
digital-pages replied to your post:digital-pages replied to your post:digital-pages...
also I am so sorry it is taking me literally forever to answer to the things
((are you kidding me i've seen your fuckign to-do list how do you even cope any more than two drafts and i freak out how do you do it))
digital-pages replied to your post:digital-pages replied to your post:digital-pages...
omg but shrine tho But yes, is true. I has a Hodr. His FC is Willy Cartier atm and I still need a URL for him because every one I think of isn’t good enough because preshush babu
((Ooooooooh omfg so pres, I need him, I need him like I need cake))
digital-pages replied to your post:digital-pages replied to your post:.whispers but...
so this is where I tell you I have a Hodr
((So this is where I swear ever-lasting love for you, set up a small shrine next to my bed with an enlarged picture of your avatar and light candles every night i your name))
