Dec 31, 2020
New years eve dinner for the trickster
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New years eve dinner for the trickster
A small piece of writing that I've done the other day. Based on the idea of Loki being in the soul stone rather than being dead.
Warnings: swearing.
Word count: 315 words, 1,800 characters.
Loki had landed in this bizarre reality with a soft, elegant thud. Heimdall had walked up to him, placing his arm on Loki's left shoulder as his piercing golden eyes softened at the sight of company. "I saw you coming," he muttered, and Loki couldn't help but stifle a laugh. Perhaps, it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe the new realm held new horizons to explore. New people to yell a deafening 'KNEEEEEL' at.
And here he sat, three months into death, surrounded by the divine, Asgardian way of paradise. It was perfect; the soul to soul bond between the Midgardians and him truly blossomed under the blanketing atmosphere of the Soul Stone. But, somehow, his life felt incomplete. The dark, soulless void in his chest never really let him sleep. Restless nights haunted him and daydreams quickly transitioned into panicky nightmares.
Thor. What was his brother up to these days? Did he find a substitute brother? Was he missing Loki's daily stabs and taunting jests?
He sighed, breathing out painfully slow and grazed his fingertips over his dull and ashen helmet.
"HEY! PICK UP YOUR AXES AND GET READY TO KICK SOME ASSES!"
Loki looked up, jolting back to the harsh reality. A familiar voice resounded in the room. He stood up immediately, and glanced in the direction of the noise. An eye patch, cropped brownish blond hair and the reminiscent spark in their eyes. A smile appeared on Loki's face, the sudden electricity in the room lighting him up.
Cause if we can't protect it, we will sure as hell avenge it. He picked up his helmet, and strode purposefully towards the open portal, sharing a knowing glance and a soft smile with Thor on his way out.
Strapping the helmet firmly, he looked up. The green in his eyes returned, and the helmet shone brighter than ever. "Let's fuck that purple bitch up."
I love it when Tom refers to Loki as The Lokster ❤️😩💟
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