#victorious-sigyn

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@victorious-sigyn​

"Get behind me!"

“Excuse me? You can’t be serious, woman. You get behind me!” Loki shot back as he watched with the giddiness of a child in their first battle, looking around at the- well... if he were to be honest, he had absolutely no idea what the hel these creatures were, only that Sigyn and Loki were a threat to them and therefor needed to die. 

“What makes you think I’m the weaker one here, Sigyn?” Loki mused as he flipped his treasured knives, eagerly watching the creatures come closer and closer. 

“If I recall correctly, I saved your ass the last time the two of us were in battle.” 

[elinorsmuses]

@victorious-sigyn wrote:

She hid her face under her arms as an object was slid across the floor to her. When it was silent she peaked over her arms and cautiously drew the garment toward her. She instinctively knew how a jacket worked, though she couldn’t seem to recall s time she ever had one. It smelled like… something she’d never smelled before.

She didn’t quite move from her place, still cautiously afraid of the man with a weapon. “Is your name Federal Agent?” she asked softly. She’d never heard those words. She’d assumed it was a name, he came in and the tone he used was one of identification. “Do you know where Spencer is? He did not come at lunch. He always comes and lunch.”

Leon watched as the woman cautiously examined his jacket like was strange and unfamiliar thing. He stayed crouched on the floor, trying not to make any sudden movements. She was the opposite of threatening, but if she had any abilities that he couldn’t see, they might be triggered by fear as much as aggression.

“Is my name…?” He repeated after she spoke, startled by the bizarre question. It couldn’t be a language barrier thing; she wasn’t just speaking English, her accent was American. How long had she be here?

“No,” he smiled gently, “‘federal agent,’ is my job. My name is Leon. Listen, we can talk about Spencer in a minute.” God, if Spencer was someone she was attached to, Leon hoped he wasn’t dead. With luck, he was the guy he’d found doing paperwork on the second level, who was currently unconscious and secured by a zip-tie, to be retrieved by who ever then sent in after Leon to clean up. The mercenaries who’d been guarding the place had been more determined, and less lucky.

“What’s your name?” He asked. “How long have you been down here?” He needed to get her moving and get out there, soon. Something was off about the whole mission. It had been much too easy to get through the facility; it had felt like it was running on a skeleton crew, with that one scientist and not enough security. And now he’d found the BOW specimen, and it was just a scared woman who didn’t know what “government agent” meant. He needed to get to the upper floors and contact Hunnigan.

[icancorruptyou]

Myth Loki / Sigyn - Stitches (closed starter)

It was nothing new. A bet gone wrong. He was sure would win. There was no way the Dwarves could make something better than the gifts they had already made the Aesir, golden hair, a boat you could fold up into a purse and a spear that never missed its aim. The Dwarves had challenged him so what was he meant to do? Give in? No, he couldn’t do that. The Aesir would surely find out and he would never hear the end of it, they were just waiting for him to slip up, to lose, to fail. 

Loki had tried everything, he shape shifted into a fly to annoy them, to put them off, to make them fail so Loki could win the bet. He shape shifted into a bee and stung one of them just above the eye but they didn’t even stop, they just wiped the blood away and carried on.

Well, the Dwarves only went and made a golden boar for his giant wolf son Freyr, A ring for Odin that produced more rings and to top it all off they only went and made the one and only Thor’s bloody hammer Mjöllnir. The Hammer was short on the handle due to Loki’s tricks but this was getting far too close for comfort. 

The Dwarves were not to be underestimated. The name may suggest images of happy little men going about their jolly little ways but that was certainly not the case. They were a proud people or in Loki’s words they were “fierce, stubborn, talented little fuckers”.

Together with the freshly made items Loki and the Dawlves travelled to Asgard, the Aesir would be the judge of who had won the bet. Of course the Aesir were showered with wonderful gifts, so shallow, so unbiased. Then there was Loki. He stood before them, tall, thin and very handsome. His long fire red, curly hair flowing down his back and over the animal fur he wore around his shoulders. His clothes were made from brown leather and green suede. 

His boots were laced up to his knees and made a click on the floor when he walked. He moved his body like a dancer and his jewellery rattled as he talked and gestured wildly with his hands. It wasn’t just his looks that made him attractive, he used his words carefully, he could cut through someone without the use of his blade. The other Aesir were big and strong but Loki looked very slight next to them but still he was the one who caused the most trouble. 

He crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes with his head back as the Aesir marvelled over their gifts. It was stacked against him. Why did he have to bet his own head, why not an arm, or even a finger he could live happily without a finger but his head? They decided that Loki had lost. They had outdone themselves. 

“Well if your going to do then just do it” he sighed defiantly leaving a shocked silence in the great hall of Asgard “You heard me” he narrowed his eyes at the Dwarves and the Aesir, he was no cowered. He knelt down on the floor and flicked his wild hair to the side and looked up at them with his bright green eyes. “Just one question....” he sat up a little and sat on his heels “how can you take my head without taking my neck” he planted the seed for them to question what they were doing. Surely if they cut off his head his death would be quick and painless but he knew he could talk himself out of it. 

The Dwarfs and Aesir argued between them on how they could take his head without his neck and before he knew it they had come to an agreement. They would leave his head alone. Loki stood up and smirked boldly as dusted off his clothes and held his head high. He would be going home that night alive, he got to live another day. No one could get past him, all these gods and powerful beings were no match to his powerful words. 

He was ready to bow out and get the hell out of there but before he could he heard them talk more. He frowned deeply and gulped as the Dwarlves revealed that they knew that Loki had been the fly and the bee that tried to put them off. Loki put his hands up and laughed nervously, surely they could see the funny side to all this. “Oh, come on” he extended his arms theatrically, his fingers extending and showing off his long black nails that resembled claws.

He heard what they wanted to do. His punishment. He jumped back and frowned deeply as he felt fear run through him. This was cruel, this was unreasonable. This was madness. As he jumped back and tried to leave his arms were held by the Aesir and the Dwarfs walked towards him with the awl they used to punch holes into leather. 

“This is madness, you’ve all gone completely mad” he spat out as he struggled against the grips to his arms “you cant sew my lips shut, for norns sakes, just take my bloody head” he growled and thrashed trying to break free. 

@victorious-sigyn

[angelinmymind]

Apartment 301

Walter wasn’t sure how long he’d been hiding in apartment 302’s storage room. It had been cleaned, along with the rest of the apartment, when Henry had moved out, but the superintendent had plastered back over the wall again instead of leaving it open. No one lived in the apartment now; it had too dark and strange of a history. But Walter didn’t feel worthy of the rest of it. Part of him finally understood that his mother wasn’t there, but after so many years...he felt safer in the storage room, where he’d built his altar, and where his body had lain for ten years after he died.

Lately, though, there was someone new on the other side of the wall. Not in 302; on the other side in apartment 301. It was the corner apartment, a little bit more spacious with an extra window. He’d never paid it much attention before. But whoever had moved in...usually he didn’t notice the living inhabitants of the building unless he concentrated, or crossed over fully into their world. Whoever this was, though, their presence felt so strong, so warm, so alive. He couldn’t resist looking, just for a moment. Stepping through the wall was easy enough, and seeing through to the mortal world without being seen just required a little bit of concentration. 

She was standing in the middle of the apartment’s living room, facing away from him. She had long brown hair and wore a floral print dress, and she smelled like honey, even though she shouldn’t have smelled like anything at all, with him in the otherworld. She turned, and for a moment it felt like she could see him. Her eyes were green-brown, a little like his, and kindness radiated from her like a physical thing, and he thought of Eileen…

He stepped backward through the wall as fast as he could.

@victorious-sigyn

[waltzingwithmatilda]

The number seven lit up on the elevator display, and the door opened with a metallic whoosh.

“Here we go,” said Leon to himself. “Into the seventh circle.” It was the lowest level of the underground facility. Intel had said his target was something new; definitely a new type of BOW, maybe even a new virus. The previous levels had yielded no information; no test subjects, preliminary results, unsuccessful attempts. There had been plenty of data, but it was still being decrypted when he’d lost his connection to Hunnigan in DC around level five.

With no idea of what he was walking into, Leon stalked the corridors carefully. The level was deserted, just a small, square corridor that bordered a central room. The room itself had no windows; several monitors were set into the wall, but the feed was cut. Around the corner from the elevator was a steel door with a keypad lock. He knew the code; he’d found in on level six. Taking a breath to steady himself, he keyed in the code, listened to the thunk of the heavy bolts releasing, and used his boot to swing open the door so that he could enter the room with his rifle at the ready. He was prepared for the worst.

Instead, he found himself looking at a woman. He hesitated. A survivor, maybe? A scientist locked in when someone took the specimen and ran?

No. She was wearing a hospital gown and scrub pants, barefoot, complexion pale and wan like she hadn’t seen the sun in a long time. She wasn’t a scientist. She was the specimen. He kept the gun trained on her.

“Federal agent. Hands where I can see them, please.”

@victorious-sigyn

[endurraesa]

Call Girl AU || @victorious-sigyn​

A visit every so often was one thing, especially when that mostly consisted of gathering information.  Loki hadn’t lived on Midgard in many years.  It was true that Asgard had been his home since he’d been an infant, but there were entire years that he and his entire family had stayed with the Nordic people.  Odin had explained that it was a test of their morality.  Looking back, Loki wondered if that too had been a lie.

Dismissing those thoughts entirely, Loki focused on making sure he had all that he needed in order to get an apartment, since Thanos was gone at last and Asgard was in the process of being rebuilt.  He straightened his suit before making his way into the apartment building.  Speaking with the manager didn’t take long, seeing as how Loki had conjured  a year’s worth of rent.

Loki signed the lease, was given a key and with that he headed to his new home.

[benevolentgodloki]

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[eldingaesir]

@victorious-sigyn continued from [ x ]

His cloak was held tight about him, not reaching out toward the fire at all. Bright blue eyes looked toward Sigyn as she sat with him, leaning toward what warmth they could muster with the fire before them. He had come in search of Loki, the trickster having been missing for sometime. Thor and Loki held their differences, violently at times, but it wasn’t as if Thor wished him dead and gone. Odin had commanded him found though, and Thor would do as the all-father said. Though, he wondered why Sigyn had come with him.

“Nasty storm, even for Jotunheim.” The god of thunder mused, looking toward the entrance of their cave. It was nearly white with the blizzard that was going on outside, which only made him growl with distaste. They had luckily gotten warning about the storm, and managed to find a cave with a few trees relatively close. They had enough wood for a few days, as Thor had been generous with his felling. But they would burn through rations, unless they stumbled upon a giant.

And counting on Thor to hold his temper at finding one.