#tonguesareforlying

[bionic-bat-archive]

New Follers,

You people really have no idea what you've gotten yourselves into.

[hollrvif]

Pick a number meme: 8

8. Your muse is dead and haunting mine.

Dead. Supposedly, Loki was dead but Sigyn didn't believe it. In fact, she had outrightly refused to believe it and instead assumed it was a cruel prank.

None the less, her disbelief hadn't stopped her hurling herself up in her room and curling up on her bed, the furs cocooned tightly around her as tears threatened to burst forth from her eyes. 

I am sorry, Little Mouse, he is dead. 

Óðinn's words rung through her mind repeatedly, plaguing her attempts to convince herself it was a lie, that it wasn't real and Loki would return home in the morning. She closed her eyes in attempt to sleep but her mind would not switch off. Instead, it just kept concocting horrible fates that Loki may have endured, terrible things that were enough to overcome him and end his life.

All her thoughts made her shudder. For someone to overpower Loki and kill them, they had to be more dangerous than even she could imagine. Loki was powerful and she assumed he held more power than he had ever shown her, so whatever could take him away from her had to have been something to fear, to dread. She scrunched her eyes shut tighter, trying to drown out the sound of the wind howling through the manor but the way in which the shutters shook and the chill got to her bones was enough to make her throw back the furs she was curled beneath and rise from the bed.

With an aggravated sigh, Sigyn lit a nearby candle and began to carry it through the manor as she treaded softly on the wooden falls. If there was one thing the young Goddess hated, it was the dark even when she was in the safety of her own home. It was not so much the dark but the noises that came with it. She assumed her fear sprung from when she had been abandoned in the forests as a girl but she tried not to dwell on those memories.

She began to make sure every window and every door was bolted, hoping that it would lessen the cold and quieten the wind that rumbled in the corridors. As she walked along, she could have sworn she heard a creeping behind her and so, she abruptly turned round, holding the candle out to shed some light but she saw nothing which merely prompted her frown to deepen.

"Who's there?" She called out, attempting to sound brave but her shaky voice did her no favours. 

[hollrvif]

❧ ✗☒ ☑ ☄ (hello! Myth!Loki here, thought I'd have a gander at your bloggle, hope you don't mind me tottering about).

❧ - A ship I have with your character

We haven't rp'd yet so I can't really answer this one but I'll go with a ship with Loki's in general which would be; "Loki and his 'child' bride". I'm totally open to the option of paraing and playing with a myth!loki.

✗ - A ship I can’t stand

Thorki. In the Marvel fandom when it's around I'm like "please, no, they're brothers and brothers aren't always a thing made by blood. You can be brothers by bond too, please stop".

☒ - A fact about the mun

The mun is writing her final 10,000 word project for university on The Anglicization of Norse Mythology in the works of J.R.R Tolkien. 

☑ - A fact about the character

Sigyn is incredibly underestimate by everyone around her. While small in stature and kind in nature, she is well versed in the art of magic and not always good magic. She is can hurt a man just as well as she can heal him.

☄ - My opinion of you

I had a nosey around your blog and I read your about and I think it's extremely interesting how you've split Loki into his two counterparts; Loptr and Loki. I don't think I've seen that done in the time I've been rping on this blog, plus I am adoring the use of Harry Lloyd in your sidebar. He makes a fantastic myth!Loki.

[rpbuddysearch-blog-blog]

OOC: Hello, this isn't an RP thing, but I need as much help as I can get really... I just found out that if I can't get more income, my horse has to be either sold (which is unlikely), or put to slaughter... I don't want to see my baby die, so would it be okay if I advertised that I'm doing writing commissions here? I'm so sorry, and I know it's crappy of me, but I really need the help... Even if you just reblog the post I make... Please?

[tyroflaw]

Tonguesareforlying Is to be Judged

"Well. Look who it is." Tyr sharpens his blade very slowly, pressing down harder than necessary. "What brings you to me, one who cheats?"

[loki-god-of-menace]

tonguesareforlying replied to your post: "Oh, lad, yer bonny, ah’ll give yeh that…" Loptr cackled, sallow skin creasing as his lips curled into a wicked smile. “At least you’ve got an ‘alf decent concept of chaos. Admire yer work down Manhattan.. o’course, I’d’ve succeeded, an’ I wouldn’t have been a pawn… But ay… Nice work, lad."

Loptr pulled a face, thinking of the innumerable things he’d done which he’d count as ‘worse’ than Loki’s Manhattan job… “Suppose… Tha’ time I slaughtered th’ Aesir an’ Vanir for tryin’ t’ screw with me family… Gods ripped at th’seams!"

"Ah." It was a singular syllable from Loki's lips as he cautiously observed the other. It was little doubt the ancient trickster had more experience in the art of chaos and discord, for even a millennium in age was considered young among the gods, but to each his own brand of mayhem and as such Loki was not surprised that Loptr had slaughtered and wrought the deaths of many. "It was no doubt their own foolishness, for thinking to lay hand upon those Loki..." He paused, a silvery smile cracking the thin line of his white mouth, "or Loptr, holds precious."

[loki-god-of-menace]

"Oh, lad, yer bonny, ah'll give yeh that..." Loptr cackled, sallow skin creasing as his lips curled into a wicked smile. "At least you've got an 'alf decent concept of chaos. Admire yer work down Manhattan.. o'course, I'd've succeeded, an' I wouldn't have been a pawn... But ay... Nice work, lad."

Loki’s jaw set and his emerald irises grew cold with a displeased hardness, the only indications that this other trickster had pricked him with his needling words. Yet beneath even this, was a heightened suspicion. How in the Realms is he aware that I was a pawn? Or perhaps he does not truly grasp that knowledge, and wishes for me to tell by reaction. I am not such a ‘lad’ as to be ignorant of his ways. Opposites though we might be, younger and not of equal stature I am, but this does not make me his lesser.

"I need not your opinion of my ‘bonny’ chaos. Several circumstances went into the creation of my failure." He stated without the warping of emotion within his voice.

Loki, dark, pale, and standing a deal below that of the ancient mischief-maker, cast his jade vision upwards, “But what, pray tell, would you consider fully decent chaos, if mine was only half that in what I wrought in Manhattan?"

[ancientandforevcr]

Loptr would not appear before him naturally, and so the god took on the form of one he would, no doubt, respond well to... And so Rose smiled, her form familiar and comforting as she reached out to the Doctor. It only took her a moment to envelope him in a tight embrace; "I've missed you so much! My Doctor... God, it's been way too long!"

Rose!!! Blimey, I- What are you doing here?!