#prevariiicator

[rxvonna]

That part. ⬆️

Mother. of. god.

[the-mjolnir-owner]

"Brother,I'm sick of seeing that brown colored eye the rabbit gave you. Take this gift of one that actually matches your eyes. And no, I didn't steal it from someone else. You would never keep it if I had. I paid the elves handsomely to have this eye crafted for you."

@prevariiicator

Suspiciously, Thor picked up the small box. He had given up the brown eye that Rocket gave him. Since it wasn't made for him, it would pop out in the most inconvenient hours and he decided to wear the eye patch instead.

Bringing the box close to his ear he listened to it. No bees. He opened it, and a bright blue eye stared back at him. Surprised, Thor tilted his head to side.

"Elves, you say?" He picked the eye and studied it, wondering if he would feel a bit more like himself with half his vision back. Sometimes, fighting was hard and he'd often bump into things accidently.

"Thank you, Loki. You didn't have to, it means a lot to me."

[the-mjolnir-owner]

"I know we have our differences, and at times we go to war, but never doubt I love you, you big oaf."

@prevariiicator

"Sounds fake, but ok."

[the-mjolnir-owner]

"Do you hear it? Mothers voice..."

@prevariiicator

"I don't hear anything."

[the-mjolnir-owner]

"If I find one more pizza box on the floor I'm going to turn you into a frog, seal you into a jar and bury you underground."

@prevariiicator

"Why won't you mind your own business?"

[algrimthestrong]

Tiptoeing at the side of the bed, Loki peers up at his father as he sleeps peacefully in a bundle of blankets. Little hands reach to pull at the long strands of hair covering his father's face, but Loki pauses, reminding himself that he is not allowed to pull hair and that it hurts his father more than amuses him. Quietly, he thinks as he moves his hand over to the elf's nose. If waking him with touch could work, perhaps it would work on his father as well. Poking at Algrims nose, he speaks a single word. "Boop."

@prevariiicator

After a long day of tending to the whims and caprices of the Accursed, exhaustion has dragged Algrim’s eyelids closed, his chest rising and falling evenly with each breath he takes. He went to bed long past midnight and has to be back at court come dawn to make his morning report to the king, so he snatches what few hours of rest he can get.

The sensation of small fingers tickling along the his nose disturbs his slumber and teases a quiet groan from him. Forcing his tired eyes to open a fraction, Algrim finds Loki peering down on him, ruby eyes glimmering with mischief in the murky dark of his bedroom. Algrim gives his adopted son a groggy smile. “Loki.” His voice is rough from sleep and he licks his dry lips to moisten them and clears his throat before he attempts to speak again. “Did you have a nightmare?” The impish look on Loki’s face tells him otherwise and a quick glance at the window reveals that morning has already broken. Holding back a sigh of resignation, Algrim pushes himself up on his elbows and gives Loki another smile instead. “Well, good morning to you. Shall we have breakfast?”

[the-mjolnir-owner]

"I wan't to come home."

@prevariiicator

"New Asgard is always there for you, Loki."

[algrimthestrong]

"Father, it is unfortunate but I have come to inform you Sif has broken up with me." Loki scratches at his arm, his eyes not meeting Algrims. Had he heard about Sif's hair yet? Or seen her? Had she come to Algrim in her anger after she had injured him in by kicking his most vulnerable of places? He could feel the throbbing pain even now. "Something unpleasant happened.."

As great as his happiness and pride had been when the news about Loki’s bond with Sif found their way to Algrim’s ears, as great is his dismay upon learning what Loki has done to the maiden. Gossip travels fast around the palace and when Loki comes to confess his break-up with the warrior to his foster father, Algrim is already expecting him. Loki’s discomfort is obvious, though perhaps caused not so much by the humiliation he has been subjected to than by the physical punishment inflicted on him by his once-lover.

Algrim lets no emotion betray his expression as he listens to Loki’s report. “I heard about the incident.” The elf cannot quite tell if Loki feels any remorse for his actions, though what he does know is that part of the blame rests on his own shoulders. Back on Svartalfheim, Loki never had a chance to experience the joys and pains of love. Being an eternal misfit in the dark elf realm, the relocation to Asgard has opened up new possibilities – friendships and even a chance at finding love – to Algrim’s adopted son. To Algrim’s knowledge, Sif is the first woman Loki has ever grown close to romantically and in his struggle to deal with his emotions – emotions that have previously been unknown to the young man – has pushed her away in the only way he could conceive. Cutting off Sif’s hair is no mere jest to be brushed aside with an indulgent smile. This time, Loki will have to face the consequences of his actions.

“Considering what you did to her, it does not surprise me at all that she chose to end your friendship.” Algrim watches Loki fidget and squirm under his gaze. “I am disappointed in you, Loki… and in myself. In my fear of seeing you hurt, I kept you too close. I failed to prepare you for this life as any good parent should have done.” At last, a look of hurt passes over his face and his voice softens with resignation. “I will go speak to Sif and try to right the wrong you have done to her.”