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@lyingbeauty ♥’d for a lyric starter : take it easy .

“ tell me you want the same thing --- let's make it easy . ”

@itsmekickingyourass said: “I’m sorry. It’s hard for me to show kindness to people who hate me. I’m not that evolved.” ( @lyingbeauty )

The Professor reached out, touching the other’s arm gently. “I’m not expecting you to just show kindness.But maybe, try in babysteps. A little each day, huh?”

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I’m sorry, Father. I didn’t mean for anyone to be harmed.

He’d said it more than once, a lifetime ago, an ebony-haired child playing at tricks with a girl he had invited to the palace; an adolescent doing the same; a young man absolving himself of blame where the young, magical woman took the brunt. He seemed to be saying it again now, when everything had gone black after the stars were blotted with purple flame, only there was no one else to take the fall.

I’m sorry, Father. I didn’t mean for anyone to be harmed.

- I know, Loki. You did what you thought was right.

Was that not what you always did?

- Yes. And no. Too many times I let my anger guide me. You are more like me than you know, Asgardian blood or not.

Is this it now? Will they let me into Valhalla?

- No, they will not.

But - but why? Because I’m a -?

- No, my son. Because you are not yet dead.

He woke in a bed, in an atmosphere, on a ship. The beautiful, familiar face watching over him made him think for a moment that he truly had gone to the afterlife. Cruel reality struck when he drew breath to speak, feeling his throat erupt with burning pain. What were supposed to have been words passing his lips were instead a rattled wheeze. He had been healed enough, whether by his own magic or another’s, to breathe again.

He would have to summon an illusion or wait until he was better, but for now he forced himself to manage just one word, the name of his rescuer.

“A..mora?”

#lyingbeauty #v: infinity war

@lyingbeauty | liked for a starter (accepting)

▶He had been watching for some time. The reasons were many, and all of them were his own and his own only. There was amusement, jealousy, admiration, enchantment. It was the confidence she wore about herself, it was her eloquent manner of speaking, it was her ability to get what she wanted.

It was the way she had practically hypnotized that boy she spoke to, and whatever her motives were, the young prince was thoroughly impressed with skill such as her own. It was borderline embarrassing.

But damn was it alluring. Perhaps he should swallow his pride, attempt to learn from her. He was well aware of her reputation. That is, it wasn't a particularly great one. Her parentage was unknown, as was nearly everything else about it. That mystery was a bit appealing. But it was the power she held that he probably admired the most.◀

#lyingbeauty #verse; the pre-history of loki

❛ IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR MY OAF OF A BROTHER , you'll not find him here ————— i've hardly seen him since he lost his hammer . and if you're looking for me ... ❜ nose wrinkles at the thought . ❛ ... i can't imagine why , and also , i'm very busy tonight . i have an entire season of project runway i'd planned to marathon in one sitting and i'd really rather not interrupt it . ❜

@lyingbeauty ♥’d for a starter ! || ACCEPTING

#lyingbeauty #❬ 🐍 ❭ lyingbeauty. ❞ ❪ thread: 01 ❫#❬ 🐍 ❭ a loki writes his own story. ❞ ❪ v. comics; ikol ❫#❬ 🐍 ❭ the sun will shine on us again. ❞ ❪ queued reply ❫#( so excited to finally be writing with an amora tbh?#now if only someone will give me lorelei and verity.#sighs. maybe one day. )

@lyingbeauty asked “Please tell me what’s bothering you.” { therapy/trauma/post trauma starters }

He wasn’t sure how to put it into words. If he could; Amora would be one of the only people he would confide in. He’d tried to brush off Sif’s words as inconsequential and simply her being jealous or spiteful after his prank; but that didn’t stop her words haunting him. No matter how much he drank, or pretended it didn’t happen, her cutting words came back to him; like his own personal ouroboros ❝ Do you think there are some people who deserve to be alone? ❞

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@lyingbeauty asked night terrors { loud & deafening silence starters }

night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare

Loki trusted very few people; especially outside of his family. He wasn’t popular like his brother was, and had very few friends he could rely on. In fact, he would say with absolute confidence that the majority of his friends; were actually Thor’s friends, and Loki simply hung out with them by proximity. It was possible he was being too hard on himself, but given the sneering remarks they often made about him, it wasn’t an unfounded opinion to have made.

Amora was just one of those people who Loki had come to see as a friendship he had more than his brother. She and Thor did get along, but nowhere near the depth that she had with him. It was nice being the preferred brother for once; and it wasn’t uncommon that Loki would spend evenings with her; rather than be dragged along to another tavern by Thor and his friends.

Tonight, had been one of those nights. Loki had spent the evening with Amora, reading through ancient texts in the library and practicing new spells to add to their growing repertoire. She was one of a handful of people who didn’t mock him for using magic; so of course, he wanted to share his knowledge with her. Some time between discussing alchemy and it’s properties, he must have fallen asleep, because when he awoke with a terrified scream to find the library shrouded in darkness, he realised that night had long since fallen.

He also realised; that someone was holding him close to their body. Heaving in big gulps of air, it took him several minutes to realise that he was crying, and even longer than that to realise that the person holding him was Amora. Normally; he wouldn’t want to be seen in such a weak and vulnerable state, but his dreams had terrified him to such an extent, that he didn’t care about keeping up appearances. In that moment, he needed a friend; especially one who meant as much to him as Amora did. Trembling, he tightened his hold on her, desperate for the comfort she was offering him and silently begging her not to leave him alone in the dark.

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