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((Fair warning; I play Sigyn pre-marriage to Loki x3))

Good evening, Prince Loki.

[[THIRD RING THIRD RING]]

((counted!))

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Oh my god what how can I NOT SHIP LOKI AND SCOUT NOW?! Omg I don't even fucking care about the rest just please OTP ALERT!

oh anon you are too adorable. -squee- =3

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I believe I may be from your past rather, brother Loki. For I have not as of yet, attempted this world domination that my fellows seem to be quite smitten with, though I narrowly escaped a war between the gods.

You are unblemished with the failures of, ah, miscalculation, then. So, if not Midgard, where do your plans lay, self? Without that burden upon your shoulders, your knees buckling under its weight, where does that leave you?

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themischievousprince replied to your post: ((THOR IS HERE WITH ME IN KANSAS.))

[[You’re from/in Kansas? I’m going to school there in the fall. WUT. ps. hi thor]]

((I am in Kansas at the current moment, visiting my friends before we all head off to college and stuff x3

What school are you going to, if it's not too much to ask?))

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{The Ward}

White. Everything here was so agonizingly white. The lights gave of their cold, fluorescent glow and the whole room seemed unnaturally clean and sterile. The dark haired god sat on his hospital bed hugging his knees to his chest and staring rather blankly at the white wall opposite him. He too was clothed in a stark white hospital gown and pants and his usually neat hair was rather messy. His long arms were covered with bandages, IVs, and hospital bracelets while his face was pale and his expression starved for sleep. Even his eyes were rather red from lack of rest and angry tears shed in angst at his situation.

This is where she had left him, in the psychiatric ward of some ultra high security hospital that dealt with cases such as his. The doctors had proclaimed the god of mischief too mentally unstable to be allowed to roam about and so, he was locked up in here.

And it was terrifying being trapped like this. No where to run to and hide. People watching and monitoring his every single move. He wasn't insane-at least he could not understand their harsh claims. Sure, he had nearly killed himself in a rage and sorrow but, after all he was a god-so ultimately no lasting harm could come to him. Maybe he was wrong about that. Everything felt so painful and sad here. Gazing down at his arm, which was now bandaged up tightly, he could almost see the deep gashes he had made with that sharp piece of glass. A slight tug upon the IV's pinned to his skin remind him of the painkillers and other medicine that were being used to keep his condition stable enough.

But was he really insane? His mind was so clouded and distressed that he had no idea what to think. He felt trapped and somewhat betrayed. They had said it was all for the best: but what was the best? Loki did not like being under the control of others, he had always been more of a free spirit. But now he felt crushed and suffocated in this shiny hell of a place.

If the drugs and self abuse hadn't killed him, this stint might give those escapades a run for their money.

Glancing up to the TV on the upper half of the wall he watched passively as the colorful images of mortal trinkets and slogans flashed across the screen. Even with the soothing sound of the muffled voices coming from the TV, he still felt incredibly lonely. It was doubtful whether anyone would brave such a place to visit him, for he had so few friends. Even if Arialle came back, he wouldn't be able to bear the sight of her sad blue eyes without going on another sick guilt trip.

Burying his head in his knees, he gave a long, loud sigh.

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