#inquiry:loke

[oncedeadliesmith]

"I wish I could see the things you have."

Ganymede's voice is wistful, gazing at the clear pool of water on his little piece of isolated land - it's waters reflecting the dark, star studded sky to look as if it itself is made up of celestial space. It's beautiful, but it is a beauty he has seen so much that it hardly tugs his heart anymore. He longs for something new, and Loke... Loke brings him stories of new things that he treasures more than he dares admit.

"What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

" The most beautiful thing I have ever seen? I could regale you with stories of the Nine, or of the World Tree itself —perhaps even of the cresting sun over otherworldly landscapes... but those sights don't stir me half as much..."

Loke looked around them at Ganymede's home, or prison, but either way, it was lovely in its own way. Mortals would give their lives to see such sights, but it seemed to him that he and Ganymede had seen too many beautiful things to be stirred by landscapes alone. " ...As the body of a certain Ironwood witch. She has this raw fierceness about her. Sharp features, dark eyes. She looks at me like she could kill me with a word, and that she might at any moment. It's the danger that's attractive, well, that at her body. She's lean and soft and warm. Her body sags with the burden of making my children, and it is all the more welcoming and pliable to my hands. When I wake beside her and the morning light makes her hair look like fire..." he pauses to make a small shake of his head and a light tch sound with his tongue pulling at his teeth. he turned to grin at the other man with a laugh in the creases of his eyes.

" I'd never leave her bed if she didn't kick me out of it. "

[oncedeadliesmith]

‘ some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it & succumb. ’

" But we never do the easy thing, do we, brother? "

he gives Odin a nudge, but he looks at the other man with keen questioning eyes. he couldn't just let him fold and crease like a cheap shirt. regardless of whether the one-eyed crow wanted him to or not, Loke couldn't just let him keel over into despair. they always forged a path forward, and this time would be no different.

[oncedeadliesmith]

“ how am i supposed to trust you now? ”

" ...You aren't, Frigg. Can't trust the god of lies, can you? "

his tone was hollow, but his lips pulled up in a grimace as he spoke. it wasn't so much that he knew his words were cliche, but he knew that she deserved a better answer from him. she wasn't the cause of his bitterness, but she was facing his sour mood regardless.

[oncedeadliesmith]

❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜ [ myth ]

✧ ( SHAMELESS SENTENCE STARTERS. (x)

" Of course. I am a force of destruction and chaos at my most... fun. But you? You're all simmering fire and constancy. Thor is a lightning strike, I am a forest fire... but you were always my smouldering spark. You begin where I end. I begin where you end. We dance, my love, like chaos and order, like the moon and the tides, and I would have this dance with you for eternity, should you have want of me. "

[oncedeadliesmith]

"You're too hard on yourself. You always have been."

Daddy Issues Sentences, Vol. 3 (x)

" You know me too well, daughter mine, but it is not undeserved. "

his so-called monstrous children were trapped, chained, pursued, or persecuted because of him, after all. with the Aesir he acted like he did not care. but it was all a smokescreen. maybe if they were focused on him, they would be less inclined to go after his ilk. that plan had never gone well, and served to push a lot of his blood family away from him, but he tried to protect them the only way he knew how.