#magnusmodig

[mischiefmodig]

Amity Celebrations \ / @magnusmodig

Why are the celebrations of this world so... asanine? In Asgard the festivities would be for tales of glories and battles. Stories that were passed down from generation to generation, and regarded in the highest esteme.

Perhaps in some ways these "traditions" were largely the same. And perhaps Loki was biased, but that did not change the fact Loki saw little to no interest in engaging with anything of this world ( lest another beast come after him and force him to do so. )

But something was softened in the Ice Prince's heart. Perhaps it was seeing sons with their mothers, brothers playing in fields... it reminded him of an older time. a simpler one. where war was only a story they celebrated and they could fight it all together. Maybe what he felt was jealousy, maybe it was anger that these lives were happier than his. Mischief had already lifted his heart, but... perhaps... just this once...

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Loki had found himself in a secluded part of the field's. There were very few eyes that would be upon him as he strode his way among the freshly bloomed flowers. He saw the ones he was searching for. With a skilled and delicate finger, he took them from the ground and into his hands.

He had a sizable collection of flowers, which to any casual observer were nothing special. But to him, he knew them alone as his mothers favorite. He'd often spent hours collecting bouquets for her from the lush castle gardens. The light that shown on her face whenever she would recieve such a gift was something he always cherished. Her smile was the prettiest. He often wondered if she was ever truly happy.

Every stem weaved into the next. He lost count of the hours he spent on the field floor, while waltzing in his memories. Good memories. Happy moments with her... that was squandered. The wreath was only halfway done, by the time he became aware of approaching footsteps.

[cagcdlxve]

⋆˙⟡ CENDRILLON (@magnusmodig)

.・゜-: ✧ :- Deep in the woods of the Aether Reserve walks a great power of nature. Gaia's hand glides across the rough bark of the trees. Hundreds, if not thousands of years worth of history just at her fingertips. Her feet brushed through the tall grasses, the wild undergrowth flourishing with every step. The creatures rustled among the leaves, flew upon the air, and danced in the ground below.

But this... this was not Gaia's wood. This world's life force conflicted with her core. There was magic all around them, bringing life to all creatures that dwelled here. In that way, it was not so different from the home that she knew.

And yet Gaia's body rejected this magic. Her skin buzzing as though she were walking through bushes of thorns. These woods did not carry her soul. Concordia's magic did not belong here, and yet there she stood among the giant trees of this Arcanus Isle. She sought some solace in how she might restore her voice ( or rather, the one who spoke for her ).

Gaia did not know how long she had been here but knew that other beings dwelled here too; of other faraway worlds with magic of their very own. Hundreds of different voices had clouded her mind in the city. She thought she may have been alone here, but she felt one voice come forward to speak himself.

This being was a force to be reckoned with. With such a connection to the air itself, he existed in perpetual chaos. A glow flushed through her chest. ( Her speaker knew him ). Gaia did not understand the compulsion, but it was enough to stir curiosity in what approached.

" You have come far, traveler. " Gaia's called upon the stranger of bright red cloak and storm in his veins. " Speak of what brings thou here among the wilderness. " her voice echoed, calm but wary of who approached. Her gaze remained focused on the striking cloak and golden hair.

[clxscdeyes]

It's not normally something she'd do. Going out like this and having....fun. Ever since the ghost's presence was quiet, she slowly started seeing the world in more colors.

She's glad to have joined Thor in the Coating Color day.

"Mister Thor!" Luna comes running toward him covered in a rainbow of colors. She wears a smile on her face, "this is SO much fun!"

[fangsanddaggers]

Admissions of the Lost ||magnusmodig||

Hiding away could work for only so long. After the moss, Astarioon had become a shell of himself, no matter how put together he could act when he forced himself back to work. A shadow skittering in the night, a gleam of red hungered eyes in the dark that ran whenever the blonde was seen.

He hadn't meant to make Thor feel like he was frightening or a monster or anything negative at all, it was Astarion who was. He still felt the blood on his skin, even after seeing Steven was alive.

Their meeting had been maddening. The fight in the forest, the sort of comradery they'd built in a moment and he'd slipped away from. He had an under scent of something akin to Loki, a taste in the air of static like a storm. It was fun, he wanted to stay, but he was hungry and what they fought wasn't exactly the easiest to eat.

Sunshine. If he had to explain Thor in a single word, it'd be sunshine. Like Karlach, a ray of light in the darkest time, even during the aftermath of the moss he felt safe when Thor would catch him in the dark of night trying to get to the fridge. He wanted to open up, to trust.

The last person he did that to was eaten alive.

But Steven was fine now, he had more memories than he could cope with so he'd distracted himself. The dresses for Lilith he'd promised months ago, stuffies of people he'd seen and thought connected. Unlike the gifts he'd order to the home from his place hidden in Roberto's bathroom, these he brought with him.

He knocked on the door, arms carefully holding the bundled package. Fine red robes embroidered with daffodils, poppies and little suns were neatly packed in a box. Above, a basket filled with artisanal mead, a stuffie of Loki and Roberto - as he'd picked up Roberto was at least kind of important to the man as well. He'd thrown in with it all a perfectly made box of cookies thanks to Nico's training under Legato and topped it all off with a hand written letter incase the man didn't want to hear him out.

It was hard, entrusting another would want to listen, to hear him out when he's been nothing but evasive and cagey. But times were different now, there had to be clear communication if they were to co-exist in this world.

Plus, he had to make up for the months the man had to live with a starved vampire - what did Loki call him? A Draugr? Whatever it was, Thor had to ignore his probable discomfort of having a relative stranger that showed up as little more than red glowing eyes in the night for a few months now, even if Astarion really did try to stay at his own home more than Roberto's. It was just impossible when his mind begun to replay the horrors of the moss again.

Don't get him started on the newest memories of the Shadow Curse.

"Thor? Are you home?" He called out, forcing his voice to be light and smooth despite the jittery itch that had him wanting to sprint all over again. This was a god. And whilst that doesn't hold much to Astarion who couldn't care less about the magical bastards who never helped him, Thor was different.

For one, he smiled. Two he interacted with humans and mortals as if they were equals - at least he presumed due to the briefest hints of words he'd caught when sneaking into Roberto's room whilst he was doing whatever Roberto did hanging out with Thor.

For three, the man didn't kick him out. He knew Astarion was there, yet he never chased him, never yelled at him, simply watched with soft gentle eyes as the spawn sprinted away like a rabbit terrified of a wolf.

For Roberto, he had to try.

[aevumdaily]

👀✨ Thor's birthday is coming up soon!

Nobody's exactly sure how this information leaked, but rumour has it that his birthday is July 9th! He likes tarts and raspberry danishes but you didn't hear that from anybody—

Hello Daily listeners!

Coming soon, @magnusmodig is celebrating a birthday! Though he may not count the days at his age, one can never be too old for cupcakes! ...or danishes. Those work too!

Signing off !

– Althea De Lator

[liightaga]

Any sunny day at the beach puts a bright smile on Sora's face even if he's smiling ninety percent of the time. The beach makes him extra smiley for it reminds him of home. When he learns of the boardwalks of Aevum, Sora has been there almost every day enjoying the sun, splashing in the water, and collecting seashells. Today however he was going to enjoy a long swim at the end of the longest boardwalk he could find.

With nothing but a pair of swimming trunks, Sora runs barefoot from his home in the Seaside Province to the boardwalks on the beach. When he scouts the perfect diving point, Sora charges quickly and aggressively. his feet thumping along the sea sanded wood and his breath heaving, tasting the salty mist at every inhale. He nears the end of the walkway and he's showing no signs of slowing.

Sora braces to dive headfirst into the sea but catches a glimpse of a large, bulky figure sitting at the edge. He didn't pay any more attention to him though as he hops off one foot, plants both feet firmly onto the edge of the dock and lunges forward into the waters a few feet below him. His body piercing the sea and sending mist into the air around the edge of the dock,

A few moments later, Sora surfaces and immediately inhales for air. A light cough expels sea water from his lungs as he glances up at the man and waves. "Sorry mister!" He shouts before starting his swim back to shore to repeat the process.

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[mischiefmodig]

Omerta Nostra Pt. II \ / @magnusmodig

The nightmare was only getting worse. Loki's mind bore the memories of his death all over again. The spear through the chest. The crush of his throat. And now it was the fall. He'd woken on a platform with no end to the black pit that was underneath him. He tried to call out for anything, anyone that could help. But one by one the tiles that he stood on dropped into the voice.

There was nothing to hold onto, there was nothing that he could do but fall. Helpless. Falling in darkness. Stars had formed around him as that black hole appeared beneath his feet. He felt it. The crushing weight around him while he felt his body torn apart.

❝ Stop this- STOP THIS NOW!! ❞

Without warning he crashed onto a floor. A room. With a gasp, he shot up to look at his surroundings. Now there was a ceiling above him and around him stretched an infinite wall of books. He sat on the floor for quite some time, clutching his chest and feeling his neck. He knew he died. What sort of hel was this?

That's when he heard it. The sound of a sword dragging across the carpeted floor. The sounds of burning, explosions, and cries of people being slaughtered. Then the voice "hear me... and rejoice."

Loki didn't know which direction it came from. His mind deceived him, for the library walls appeared unscathed despite what his ears told him. So he ran. He ran until the sounds were gone. He could have been running for minutes, for days but it didn't matter. The foul creature that tortured him now would not catch him again. Loki could not let it. He couldn't bear the curse that wracked his dreams and stole his sleep. He would feel shame from his fear, his weakness - if that fear was not the thing that drove him to madness.

Once he'd made distance, where the sounds were lessened. He collapsed on the ground. Emotions swelled in his mind, and his heart trembled through his body. Now was not the time to falter. He had to go - but go to what? home? he had no such thing, even before Ragnarok he'd made himself an outcast. And death had made it permanent. He was as alone as he'd ever been, fighting for something impossible.

He found himself stumbling backward into one of the shelves. He fell to the ground, a book falling down with him and landing open at his side ( The pages of these books were blank. ) Loki did not notice. His knees curled into his chest, and his face buried in them. Hands wrapped around his head as he sought to hide himself from the world. There was too much. It was too much.

He was lost.

[mischiefmodig]

Amity Confrontation \ / @magnusmodig

Loki had tried to keep to the outskirts of the cities for the past few hours. He knew full well the extent of the trouble that he had caused, but it was not the police that he feared hid from in that moment. ( Irony, it seemed, was required with the string that connected the events. He wanted his attention and now shied from it. )

He was not foolish enough to believe he would remain hidden for long. Even in the palace, as they played their childhood games, the light always revealed what was hidden in the shadows. Loki's only hope then was that perhaps Thor might be worn out before he caught up.

This was a fool's hope.

Loki stood now on the cliffs that overlooked the Quill Pillar Shores. He had been traveling through the forest for several hours by now ( no sign of the conductor to be found ) his anger reduced to a meager flame.

Quietly, Loki watched the newly formed turmoil of grey clouds, listening for the peals of thunder that marked the presence of the storm. Wind tossed his hair, but he stood firm with his hands behind his back. There was no dagger within them.

There was no greeting needed; Loki knew as soon as the grand figure appeared.

❝ I do not want to hear your reprehensions, brother. ❞ Loki grumbled, keeping his back to the warden. ❝ Nor will I be forced into returning to that place. ❞