#infinity plot

[trustmygeisa]

[closed to replies unless you talk to sif or thor about visiting him]

"Were you all truly foolish enough to think me capable of death?  I am disappointed with the majority of you."

[trustmygeisa]

ooc; important

So I tried to be subtle and make him an entirely new account for his return from the 'grave', but even when I gave it away, no one seemed to get it.  I have more followers on this account (thank you to everyone who stayed during my hiatus), so moving him (currently her) here!

This is the same Loki from infinity plot, this is not a reboot.

No one but Sigyn knows who he is.

If your character can sense magic they can sense it and eventually figure it out.

If your character would logically figure it out ic that's fine, but they need to have a legit reason

[trustmygeisa]

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"You can die, Loki." “You have no idea what I am,” Loki assured her, his tone dark and bitter. ”No one does.”

In the surrounding quiet of the snow that fell, the clash of weapons nearby was startling.  Loki stood from the hit that had thrown him nearly a mile away, easily rushing back to where Thor fought Thanos on his own.  And he realized all at once that this could not be.  

Thor would die.  Thor could die.

And Loki would not allow it by any hand other than his own.

He told himself this was his reasoning for saving his brother, for lifting a hand and aiming the Gauntlet towards the Mad Titan with such power that Thanos was dust seconds later.  But not to be underestimated himself, those evil eyes cast upon Loki's form and realized what was happening, and he thrust his hands down to the ground, ice shattering like glass from the impact, and snatched up the spear the Trickster had dropped as he was thrown.

It happened all in a moment, a mere second of time that most mortals would miss entirely, but they were not mortal, and time was nothing but another tool for them.  Loki knew what was happening before the spear was even in the air and flying towards him.

He glanced at Thor, caught the other man's gaze, and held it for a moment, his own eyes glowing a soft green.  And then he looked at Thanos again.  It was easier than focusing on the broken and bloodied form of his brother. It was simpler than focusing on his own wounds and pain that radiated through him, drawn to the Gauntlet--truly a weapon of darkness that had leached onto him and would not let go until he was completely destroyed--and Loki knew all at once that the reasoning behind how this would end was not what he had originally thought.

To die would be nothing, but to die so that the Gauntlet could not use him against others, could not make him far worse than he was on his darkest day, that had meaning.  And maybe, just maybe, it made him the hero for a moment that he'd always thought he was.

And time, as it often is, was cruel to him in that second of existence.  Reminders, echoes of things he would lose, people he would miss rang through his mind.

“And you would ever have me be who I am not!” “I trust you to help me and I need you to help me with this. I can not do it on my own.” “You…you said you…you said you’d leave him alone…” “I never said I cared,” “It consumes me in my nightmares. Sleep is no escape for me.” ”In this you are not alone.” "Die."

Loki, the God of Evil, closed his eyes then as his form changed and the blue skin that revealed what he truly was became visible.  When he opened his eyes again they were red, and for the first time ever--when he very possibly could have--Loki did not stop the weapon that was thrown towards him, nor did he move out of the way.  

He embraced it like an old friend, hunched over to hug the spear that had been his trademark for so long as it slid through his side.  The red on the snow was a strange sight, warmth mixed with cold, and Loki realized then that he was dying just as he had been brought into the world--unwanted, unforgiven, and unbelonging.  

A smirk crossed his features before his body fell to rest on the ice, the 'clunk' of the Gauntlet hitting the ground as it fell from him echoing in the silence.

[trustmygeisa]

I feel it's important to note here and now that while I didn't get to write the final scene out (because of my fail) Loki went into the battle with Thanos and Thor knowing he wasn't going to walk away from it.  In fact, the little bastard had it planned for weeks before we got the thread up and started.  He willingly walked into that one-way fight. 

[trustmygeisa]

”I avoid you because Thanos is such a threat that I do not have the luxury of tormenting you for fun any longer. He is a common enemy of all Nine Realms, and I have temporarily put aside my own hobbies to see that the threat is stopped before we are all destroyed.”

[x]  Remember that week Loki knew he was going to die and was telling everyone goodbye?  Including Natasha?

[ladysifofasgard]

praise day at even

In no time at all Sif stood back in Asgard. Her destination chosen precise; she would waste no time.

 The guards before her tensed for sharp moment at her intrusion. "Peace be," she called, stowing her sword. They would know her fast enough. Sif stepped forward slow and pushed back her hood. "I bring back that which was stolen," raising the bag and opening it to push back the cloth enough to catch glimpse of the gleaming metal and a shade of gem. "Please go inform the Allfather," she asked, gaze hard as she glanced to the two men, the bag snapped shut. 

They obeyed and Sif stepped forward, whispering words to unlock the first door. She knew the protections that guarded the vault. She had been shown such, trusted with such and the Goddess knew the weight of her duties. Faithful Sif, perhaps that was what they should call her. 

She passed through the various protections and obstacles without trouble, nodding to the last set of guards as she strode down the stairs and they parted for her. 

She marched the Gauntlet to its empty plinth, crouching to a knee to pull it out from the trappings. Sif moved careful but quick, each movement with intent as she unwrapped the weapon out and raised it up to rest again where it was meant. It hummed at her, but so did much else in the vault. This place full of power and magic and long passed ages. The metal cold to the touch and for her it was hard to imagine it might ever feel warm no matter what. 

This whole war had been a cold one for her.

There would be protections needed to be relaid, but that was not her duty. Odin would be told and she would make proper meetings in time. The Gauntlet stood as if it had never left and her broken heart found that too fitting. everything changed, and yet nothing.

Breath released in a rush to see it stand free and the line of her shoulders eased to let the weapon go. She turned and made her way out again without glancing back, swift steps carrying her away lighter with each footfall. It was done. It was finally done. 

[ladysifofasgard]

There was one task to tended on Midgard before Sif could count herself free to search for the Gauntlet. 

Thor rested, clinging to life and it had been long night and day before she felt ready to leave his side. Before she had been encouraged to do so enough that she would listen. Before she would tear her hand from him, a hummingbird thrum of worry in chest to remove hersalf.  A heart ridden part of her cared far more for Thor's healing than the Gauntlet or any other. But in time, she did relent, such was her duty after all. 

Footfall back upon Midgard, ice and snow and the smell of dead blood and reeking magic in the desolate cold.  She marched toward the body, brought back to right where she had left with the two Odinsons what felt like too long ago.

Fitting. It was all fitting. 

Wind sang harsh and she poured oil over the Titan's corpse dispassionately. She said no words of prayer nor ease. This was not that kind of burning. Her work was careful and methodical, the skein emptied of each drop until the leather cried for it. Tied back to her belt when the body was drenched and ready.

A single conjured flame - one of the few spells she could do with any surety- passed from fingertip to corpse to send the oil up in flames.  Sif stepped back, eyes tracing the  fire as it spread, slow for a few flickers before it began to engulf what was left of the Titan.

The Goddess watched in stillness. Hood pulled over head and she stood like steel against the winds and snow as the darkness lit up with the fire. Flesh began to burn in that familiar crude scent and it bothered her none. Bright flickers against her, glancing off dark eyes and she only watched with cruel satisfaction.  Mind empty but the things that ran under her skin too many and nameless to count. Such days. Such weeks. And this was how it ended. Burning the great Mad Titan's corpse with her blade still immaculate. With her love wounded and her...with Loki dead. 

She would stand watch until Thanos was no more than dust. It would be over, and she would have to testify to such. Sif had to be sure. So she watched.

[trustmygeisa]

To those writing with her, wielderofmjolnirthor’s router died :/