#ladyofloyalty

[mischiefxchaos]

Horror AU: Loki x Sigyn; Till Death Do Us Part

Loki and Sigyn hunt ghosts and other supernatural beings for a living. While that would normally have placed a damper on anyone's relationship, for some reason it only served to strengthen theirs. 

Until they decided to leave the supernatural hunting business behind and focus on starting a family. As Fate would have it - or, as Sigyn once said, Misfortune - the house they moved into has a dark secret, one that would prove even too much for these supernatural hunters to handle.

Because if you're going up against Death itself, the only option you have is to die. 

[loki-god-of-menace]

shebewise-shebefierce approached

Languorous emerald eyes swiveled to peer at the goddess, expression mellowed in seeming placidity toward her presence, yet beneath the facade of disinterest, similar to the layers of weathered leather and fabric that clung, swathed, and bolstered his figure, caution slipped as steely mail beneath the outward appearance crafted of quality linen.

Emotions were mailable beneath Loki's practiced hand; masks of feeling swiftly, fluidly sewn and discarded, if sentiment stayed its cancerous strike and he remained master of his own mind and actions.

"Greetings, Lady Sigyn." Silver phrases slid from his tongue, raven crowned head canting a mere notch in reverent recognition of her presence. Momentarily it was still, his scrutiny sweeping unreservedly across her, seeking reason beneath her approach of him. Previous encounters with twins of his precious one had resulted in less than pleasant conclusions, several being his discomfort as they mistakenly moved to lay a hand upon him, whether in affection or use, and he, repulsed and disconcerted by physical contact, responded with feral hostility.  "I am Loki, though I doubt the need of my introduction. Have you purpose concerning your visit?"

[kingxfmischief]

{Loki} Escaped Prisoner {Sigyn}

The rain that fell harshly in the night mixed with the tears that already stained Loki's face. There were still stitches covering his mouth, still there from when Thor had sewn his lips shut at the start of his punishment. Loki couldn't even remember how long ago that was, but he knew it had to have been months at least, judging by some of his injuries. The sewn lips were far from the worst of his injuries. Gashes and bruises covered him from his torture, his wrists completely raw from his bindings that had held him. Several of his ribs felt like they were broken. His body was also now covered with fresher injuries that he obtained during his escape. But he wasn't out of the woods yet.

By now, they had to have noticed he was missing. And that meant that everyone that was available would be hunting for him. He needed to hide. But where? As he ran, he could think of only one person that he would even have a chance of convincing. Sigyn. He knew where to find her. She'd be alone. He knew she would be. And he took off in that direction.

[genevieveofalien-hybrid-blog]

lady-of-loyalty found you in Asguard

God, she wanted to go home. This place was strange and she wasn't sure how long that she had been living in it's alleys but it seemed like months. Gen hand managed to find a cloak to cover her form and was living off of rats and stolen food. Her fangs ached and  her wolf ached for her to change. However, she couldn't for fear of being caught or trapped by someone in power. Instead she watched the streets looking for a mark to steal food or coin from in order to get a good meal. Genevieve's eyes caught a richly dressed woman and narrowed her eyes, trying to hear the jingle of coin or not on her.

[shieldagenthill]

ooc ~

I know that most of you want to shoot my right now but I've been procrastinating a lot lately and my apologies. I'll try my best to reply to everyone on Tuesday. because I have so much to do tomorrow. =( thanks for being patient.

[kissofmistletoe]

Amid Pages and Princes | Closed

Asgard's library was a thing of grandeur, not unlike the rest of the looming towers that made up the golden place, rising like organ pipes out of the city. But it was quieter, certainty, away from the festivities that sprawled out over hall and garden in the summer's long evening. Too loud were the drinking songs and constant celebrations to some victory or other, and too hot did the roasting fires burn, warming wine and mead in their many kegs.

No, here was calmer, a soft hush of knowledge bound in paper and spine, open to anyone who should care. Archways separated the lines of golden shelves upon each tome was sat on, the wide hallways between them broken with chairs and desks for the avid studier. It was on one of the wide armchairs that Baldr sat, one leg curled underneath him while on the other rested a simple volume, the curling script clearly enrapturing him.

That is, until the sound of footsteps drilled themselves into his mind. Brown eyes torn from the page, the god looked up, the lonely peace broken by a hint of company in this empty room.

[shieldagenthill]

+lady-of-loyalty started following you.

"Your Highness."

"Loki isn't here."