*peeks around corner* Um, hi there! 🤗 It's kinda been a while since I gave you all an 'all-around update', so... I'm doing good. Not perfect, and certainly not all well, but better. Mentally and physically. I'm still struggling from time to time and have some troubles to sleep - but not as much as I did two months back. It takes time, but I'm getting there. 🧡
Writing wise, it's been great, honestly. I finished 'Love In The Rearview Mirror' - on which I'm REALLY proud of, and wrote lots of oneshots. I explored new characters and gained some more smut writing skills (I think).
Now, uh, I don't know if y'all are 'still around' and enjoy my writing, but... I kinda have a proposition to make...
I've reached the 3k followers milestone quite a few months - which is CRAZY. So, first and foremost: THANK YOU ALL SO SO MUCH FOR THAT! Truly. From the bottom of my very heart. I feel beyond honoured and happy. I never thought this would happen someday. Thanks to each and every one of you! 🫶🏻
I've been thinking about how to celebrate this for months as well. I had several ideas, but nothing that felt ultimately right. You know what I mean? Until a few weeks back. I also would've loved to celebrate this earlier, but as you know, my life has just been really stressful and crazy lately, so...
Now, the idea. Some of you might remember my 1k followers celebration. I did an event called 'Lyric Drabble Mania' - which I enjoyed SO much. I'd love to do this again, just a little different...
Which Lyric Drabble Mania concept would you like to indulge into together with me?
Just 80s & 90s songs.
Just Ed Sheeran songs. (It's me, lol)
Just Taylor Swift songs. Make it a, uh, Swiftie-Mania!
Just 2000s songs.
Think of a whole other celebration perhaps?
Voting ended onOct 24, 2025
Please feel free to tell me what you think about this! Other ideas for the celebration are welcome as well! Speak your mind - if you wish. ☺️
I've thought about the characters I could choose for this event as well. It's not 100% decided yet, but these are the preliminary characters I'll be writing for:
For my fellow Norman/TWD fans:
▪︎ Daryl Dixon (including the Echoes of Hope universe)
▪︎ Daniel Pine
▪︎ Sam Porter Bridges
▪︎ Diego Sheen
▪︎ Joshua 'Scud' Fromeyer (I'd give him a try, but I don't know if I can write him well.)
For my fellow Hiddles fans:
• Loki Laufeyson (inculding both AU's - Ice Flower and Baby Fever)
• Will Ransome
• Jonathan Pine
Yeah, I think that's it for now. I don't know how fast I'm going to be with writing the requests or how many I'll take. We will see about that. ☺️ Please just let me know what you think! Thank you! 🧡
A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter 23 (Loki x fem! Reader Court of Thorns and Roses AU Series)
Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters- Especially the events in the second book, A Court of Mist and Fury and onwards. England. 1885. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief, Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him.
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Chapter Summary: The location of the next trove is revealed- a high-rise from 1975.
Chapter Word Count: >5K
Warnings: Mentions of rape and suicide, but I don't actually show anything. Some violence and death. Portrayals of mental illness. Proceed with caution, but I take full responsibility for how I portray dark subject matter and if it is not done tastefully or well. If I miss anything that could be triggering, it is your responsibility to tell me as soon as possible so I can tag it here. Otherwise, enjoy!
A/N: Yeah, guys, Court of Mischief is now back! I want to finish this project and have it be the masterwork it is before my hyperfixation on Tom Hiddleston runs out. (I hope it stays a long time), so y'all pray for me.
My complete knowledge of High Rise and who is on what floor is limited, so if I get any inaccuracies, mea culpa. I don't know exactly if we can diagnose Robert with any specific mental illness other than "madness". And I haven't read the book so I don't know what exactly his "madness" consisted of, I just know how the film presents it externally. So I thought it would be healing if I used his "mad" scenes inspired by both my own and seeing my father's boughts of mania, to keep it realistic. Also, to make it less taboo. If you see or know someone or you yourself display any of these behaviors, don't panic, don't take it personally, just know they need a hospital immediately and call emergency services and help make sure they're safe. This has been your PSA!
The world of Buffalo melted back to that of Asgard’s palace. As your feet caught the ground, you were back in the meeting room. It's high golden walls and marble table. Frigga and Thor were sitting on chairs, talking, when they turned and saw you.
“Oh, thank the norns!” she cried. She got up with her chair creaking, Thor following.
One by one, each of your party reappeared. Then the portal closed.
“Brother! How glad I am that you are safe!” exclaimed Thor.
The god of thunder went up to Loki and squeezed him in a hug that lifted Loki’s feet from the ground. He gritted his teeth, but allowed it. You embraced your mother-in-law and saw as she counted to make sure each person who left returned. She let out a deep sigh of relief seeing that everyone was safe.
“And the ring?” Frigga asked.
Hal walked forward. From his pocket, he produced a handkerchief with a lump around it.
“Here, my lady, is the ring,” he announced.
The handkerchief and its tiny lump went into Frigga’s hand. She used her other hand to cover it. She looked down and smiled. But as her head rose, her face became serious.
“We must be careful, each item of the trove contains powerful magic,” she warned.“No one must find this or know we have it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mother, we quite understand,” Loki confirmed.
She then went to a guard.
“I’m going to place it in the treasury. Walk with me,” she instructed.
The guard nodded and then walked away with her.
The next day was a day of rest. Everyone stayed in bed until late, then grazed about here and there to do as they pleased. Stella, her baking in the kitchens, Thomas, fiddling with his inventions, and Hal, his exploration of the city. There was no word about Grendel’s forces. As far as everyone knew, no news was good news.
You went over to the library of Asgard and selected a book. As you sat down on the chair to read the first page, a description struck you like lightning.
“The land was a great marshland, an immense swamp, but little knew of the treasure hidden beneath it…”
Marshlands. Swamps. Fields. Essex. Home. At least your old home. Will. Cora. The fire. You tried very hard not to think about it. There was enough to occupy your mind in the past. More pressing matters that shoved those thoughts aside. But now, with empty time and a reminder, it was unavoidable.
You put the book down. A new feeling had emerged inside you.
How much had changed. Was it that long ago you were so consumed with revenge? Then a new thought struck you… Had it gone too far? You used fire for pain; had you taken more lives? Did Will truly deserve that? Did Cora? What were you thinking? You should have been focused more on returning home! Your face felt warm with shame. Guilt made a lump in your throat. Revenge was fulfilling at first. And at the same time, it now felt empty. And the past remained painful. You would not wish for a better husband than Loki. Yet the bitter pain of betrayal, though dulled with time, remained. But…did you do the right thing? Were you too rash? Were you no better than Grendel himself? Regret curdled in your stomach. What if it was a waste of time? What if you were a monster, one only capable of destruction?
You went to a guard outside the door.
“Please send for Heimdall, I wish to speak to him in private,” you ordered.
An hour of anxious waiting passed. You paced about the library. You tried to open other books to read, but could not focus on them. The grandfather clock ticked the seconds like a beating heart.
The guard then knocked on the door and opened it. Heimdall walked forth to that library. He took off his golden helmet and bowed.
“Princess,” he began.
“How is Midgard the last you saw?” you asked. You felt your fingers fidget, your heart pick up.
“Well enough, it seems,” he reported.
“How about…Aldwinter? My home? In my time?” you added on. The words spilling out.
“It seems fine-Grendel’s men have not caused trouble yet. Does something trouble the princess? Your face looks concerned,” he asked.
You took in a deep breath.
“Are…Will and Cora alive?” you questioned.
The grandfather clock ticked on.
“They are,” answered Heimdall.
Your heart kept going fast, though your breathing deepened. Shock and an odd sense of relief flooded down your body.
“Even after I made that fire?” you prodded.
“Yes, even after. They managed to survive,” he assured you.
You sat down on the chair. You let your hand go to the arm and gripped it. You then leaned down, resting a hand on your forehead.
“Heimdall, you see, I…I took a petty revenge…” You confessed.
“So we all desire petty revenge,” replied Heimdall. His eyes softened on you.
“A petty revenge that almost took their lives. At the time, I thought it was wonderful, but now…I couldn’t believe I was capable of it. It’s not that they were undeserving of punishment, I just…wondered if I went too far,” you explained.
“So did the revenge make you feel better?”
“It used to…but now…now I don’t know…”
Heimdall took a step closer to you. You sat up in your chair.
“You did not kill them. And perhaps now, you may use your gifts for betterment. Not revenge, not anymore,” he comforted.
You nodded.
“And the guilt? How I feel about it?” you asked.
“It will pass,” he said. Though his golden eyes looked on you with kindness.
“Thank you…you may go back,” you dismissed.
With that, he bowed and exited the room. The feeling of guilt that weighed on you then went away as the minutes ticked by. Peace washed down on you. The fire crackling seemed comfortable. Its light was warm and safe. And the books felt like the company of old friends. Each with something interesting inside. A weight was lifted from your shoulders, and you could rest in the moment as it was.
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The next day, Odin requested a meeting. He and Frigga stood waiting in the meeting room. You, Loki, Jonathan, Thomas, Robert, Hal, and Sif all gathered in there. Stella decided to wait this one out, but offered her steady prayers.
“You all did well collecting the first trove. What we need is the second one- the mask of death. If your prophet is correct, it is in a building in London.”
“What was it he called it? A…a high rise, he said,’ Thomas recalled.
Robert reached into his pocket and a cigarette from a box. His hands shook as he took out a cigarette and lit it. His eyes were wide, and the smell of the smoke left its spiced, sour perfume.
“That should be my place,” he said.
He took a short inhale and then blew the smoke away. It didn’t stop the shaky hands. His face turned pure white.
“Why is it called the mask of death?” you asked.
“That is because it holds immense power over the dead when worn. And when it lingers too long on the face…only death can coax it out,” said Frigga.
Jonathan looked at Robert.
“You don’t have to go,” the night manager assured him.
“No-no one knows the place like I do. The rest of you will be lost. We’ll…we’ll go…” Robert said.
“The sooner all of you leave, the sooner we collect the Trove, the sooner Grendel can be defeated,” Odin advised.
Loki conjured fitting outfits for everyone, filled with bright colors and bold patterns. Perfect for the year 1975. Part of you was awed at clothes- this was what people wore in the future! The men wore their pants, jackets, and buttoned shirts. They all kept their typical colors. Hal’s red, Thomas’s black, Loki’s green, Jonathan’s blue, and Robert’s grey. You had your own floral dress that dipped to the floor. Sif got a romper, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw it appear on herself.
“Not a damn long skirt,” she mumbled.
“Now, are we ready, my friends?” Loki asked, summoning a portal with a snap of his fingers.
“Will we ever be?” Robert replied. He then flicked aside his cigarette.
One by one, each of you stepped inside, transporting through time and space to the infamous High Rise of London.
The sun was rising. The ground was hard- a hard road everywhere, and not a speck of greenery was seen. There were those “cars” you had heard of everywhere, and a tall building. Unlike anything you had seen or could imagine a building to be. It was massive. The very top even leaned to the side like the head of a giant arrow! The sun’s light melted over it, and the windows glared their lights, making your eyes hurt. There were other buildings in the midst of construction in the distance.
But something felt wrong. Several windows of this one were cracked. It was as if the place was cursed.
“This way,” Robert said, taking the lead.
Everyone stepped forward to the glass doors. Then walked into the grey, slick entrance.
Something felt very wrong. First, there was an overwhelming, sour, rank smell. You let out a groan out of instinct. The source? You saw piles of trash everywhere. Barricades of boxes, sour food, dirt, and more items than you could think of in corners. In the distance, you thought you heard murmuring and footsteps. There was one scream from above that made you jump and look around. Though Robert was unfazed.
“I think now we need my wife to use her gifts for the mask,” Loki said. He turned to you. “Are you ready, darling?”
You nodded. Taking in a breath, you stretched out your hand. You felt the air before you.
There was a tingling feeling. It was upstairs. Up-how many floors? You counted- twenty-five. And there was a room- the fifth room- there was a presence there that seemed to radiate something strong. A heavy presence and an item shaped ot fit someone’s face.
“It’s in room 2505,” you announced.
“My old room,” said Robert.
“Why then, aren’t we all fortunate?” Loki quipped.
“Let’s get there quickly and get this over with,” Jonathan stated.
Robert led them to the elevator doors. Thomas pressed the button, and nothing appeared. A loud creeeeeak came from above. Time passed, but it did not work. Robert cursed under his breath.
“It never works- lets take the stairs,” he offered.
Everyone turned. You sucked in a breath. You were hoping it would be a simple hike up to the room when suddenly-
“Oy! What do we have here!?” cried a male voice from behind. You hadn’t even taken one step.
Your party turned. Before you could react, you saw eight men. Their clothes were dirty and their teeth stained. They smelled of trash, booze, and urine. They looked greedily at each of you.
“Well, well, if it ain’t 2505 back here again!” one announced.
“Leave us alone, we have business,” Robert tried to reason.
Before you could say anything, they ran up. You felt your fire beneath your fingertips as the party charged. You lifted a hand, ready to send it to them.
But you felt a blow from behind you, and then everything went black.
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When you came to, the back of your head felt sore. You realized you were being dragged on a floor by your feet. Your long skirt fell to your knees as your legs were lifted up. Doors passed on the walls on the side- you were in a hallway. Doors passed by. And a man was dragging you away. You recognized him as one of the men who had attacked your party.
Your stomach curdled- terror of every horrible thing he could do went through your mind.
“Let-let me go!” you voiced out, trying to kick, but he turned and got a tighter grip on your ankle.
“Oh, no, pretty thing, you’re coming home with me!” he hissed.
You kept squirming, your mind reeling with panic. He still kept a firm grip on your ankles.
“Keep still, won’t you?!” he cried. He turned around and knelt, trying to grab your hands. He let go of one of your ankles to grab your wrist, your hand grazing his arm.
You willed fire to come out of your palms.
He let out a scream and then jerked away, looking in horror at his burned hands.
There was no time to make a smart reply to make a good story for later. The second he let go, you sprinted off. Lifting your skirts, you dashed down through the hallways. They all looked the same- the same colored walls, the same doors, it was a nightmare.
“What the-what the fuck!?” he cried.
You ran like injured prey Trying and searching for anything, anything to protect yourself. But there was nothing. You looked through the numbers; you were on the twelfth floor. You then began pounding at the doors.
“Come on! Please! Someone, help!” you cried.
You then ran to another door. You then remembered your own abilities. How could you forget in your panic that you could unlock a door?! With a shaking hand, you tapped a door handle for one apartment. Forcing yourself to concentrate, you willed the door to unlock.
“I’m going to kill you, you little cunt!” cried the man from a distance.
Click! The door opened. You quickly got inside and closed the door. Not turning back to look at the room, you took a step back. You kept your hand over your mouth, hearing his footsteps. Not daring to even breathe.
He then passed. You let out a choked exhale. You leaned against the door and clutched a hand over your chest, feeling your racing heart.
“Mummy! Who is she?” cried a child’s voice.
Turning around, you saw two young children- a boy and a girl- and a cradle with a baby rocking inside. A woman stepped forward. She had with shoulder-length brown hair, a floral dress like yours, and a baseball bat in one hand.
“Who…who are you?” she asked. She raised her bat, but did not swing it at you yet.
You held your hands forward.
“I’m not a threat, I swear! I was attacked! I just needed shelter!” you begged.
The woman squinted her eyes.
“How did you get in? The door is locked!” she asked.
“I’m not going to hurt any of you- but I’m going to show you how- and you have to believe me,” you explained.
You turned your wrist and willed the baseball bat to float. Everyone gasped. The woman put her hands over her mouth. The two children gasped aloud.
“Mummy! Mummy, she’s a witch! A real witch!” cried the little boy. They gathered around their mother like chicks to a hen.They looked at you in the way children looked at these things. With both fear and a curious delight.
“Are you?” asked the girl.
You smiled.
“Yes, but I use my powers for good.”
The children were wide-eyed in awe. The mother reached forward.
“What is your name?”
You gave it to them.
“I’m Helen, Helen Wilder,” she introduced herself.
You didn’t need to ask if things were always like this. You remembered Robert’s story. You walked down and sat on one of the chairs. Helen introduced each of her children.
You then heard Loki’s voice in your head.
“Where are you!? Where did he take you!?” he exclaimed.
“Loki- it’s alright, I’m alright, I got away from him!”
“I should have torn him into pieces!” he snarled
“I already burned him!”
“Well, good- where are you?”
“I’m on the twelfth floor. I…I’m with this woman named Helen and her children. I’m safe. Where is everyone!”
“The entire group was separated! I’m with Hal and Thomas- we don’t know where Sif or Jonathan or Robert are!”
“Oh no- we’ll have to find them!”
“We’ll find them, my dear, I promise. This place is dangerous- we both must be careful! Promise me, the second you sense danger, you’ll use your magic! Or get somewhere safe!”
“I’m safe where I am now,”
“Please, Y/N, stay there! And we’ll get there!”
“I promise, Loki.”
You walked forward.
“Could I…could I stay here? I mean…you know how it is. I won’t be a bother, I promise,” you pleaded.
Helen put her hands on her hips.
“Alright…we will…” she replied.
Helen and her family didn’t have much. She said she had a husband, but he was off somewhere- likely with some other lady named Charlotte. Everyone was staying in here for now. Trying to survive off of what scraps there were. With what was barely functional.
Everyone just ate bowls of dry cereal for dinner. Helen allowed you to sleep on the couch. The next morning, there was tea and dried toast. The children ran up to you, asking about your powers, and you were glad to answer their questions. You would keep them entertained, and even hold the baby. You offered to stay up to feed it’s bottle and rock it so Helen could get some sleep.
You knew there had to be supplies, food, something out there-but you knew it was dangerous. You offered to check the grocery store that was one floor above. Using your fire to defend yourself, you managed to grab some supplies. Running back before anyone could attack you. You didn’t blame Helen for staying here, doing what she could for her family. Though, you peeked at what apartment number you were on and informed Loki at once.
A day passed by. You stayed with them. Making things move to entertain the children. Eating meagre meals and trying not to complain about a grumbling belly and your exhaustion from helping with the baby. Then two. Then three.
Finally, there was a knock on the door on the morning of the third day. Helen hesitated, but you got up and sensed a presence, in fact, many presences-
You immediately swung the door open and saw Loki with Sif, Jonathan, Thomas, and Hal.
You ran up and hugged him.
“Loki- Loki, I was so scared!” you cried, letting yourself shake.
“I was too-but we’re here-”
He released the hug. Sif folded her arms.
“We can’t hesitate anymore- Grendel’s army could come any moment, we must get the trove!” she reminded everyone.
You went back to Helen and her children and nodded at them. You wished there was a way you could stay and help use supplies to help them survive-to get out, even. But you knew Helen was tough beneath her flowery exterior. She would find a way to protect her children and herself.
“Thank you-thank you for everything,” you wished. You looked at your husband. “Loki…could you conjure something for them as thanks- some food?”
Loki raised his hand. Magic swirled in the room. The once messy table had a full Christmas dinner, with goose, pies, potatoes, and more on crystal plates. The family gaped. The children ran forward and began filling up their plates.
Helen smiled back.
“Thank you as well,” she muttered.
Stepping out the door, you all left the room. You kept close together.
“Hurry, let’s go up the stairs!” Jonathan cried.
You to get up thirteen flights of stairs without any incident. And trying to ignore the occasional naked people who walked up and down with you in a drunken daze. You finally got to the twenty-fifth floor, and then it struck you-
“Where’s Robert?!” you asked.
“We couldn’t find him, we tried very hard!” Thomas explained.
“I can use my powers and locate him in a minute!” you offered.
You sent out your gifts through the building, trying to find a presence. You felt one- and it was hot nearby.
“What luck! He’s in his room!” you cried.
Everyone ran onto the floor, and hurried to 2505. You unlocked the door, opening it up to a room that smelled of it’s fresh new grey paint.
“Robert! Robert, where are you?” you asked out loud.
You turned and saw Robert. He was standing up. He lost his nice grey jacket, and his dress shirt, tie, and pants were all messy. But his face was pale- he was streaked with paint everywhere on his face, his pants, and his shirt.
“There you are! Norns, where have you been?!” cried Sif.
Robert made no reply. He then began pacing.
“Robert, Robert, it’s us!” Thomas said.
Robert ignored them and turned around and paced again.
“The high-rise keeps Robert Laing safe. Robert Laing has to go paint now,” he said.
He reached down and got a can of paint. He leaned down and picked up the brush. He then dipped it in the paint, but a bit got on his hand. With his free hand, he touched it and began laughing.
“Robert, how now, good sir?” Hal asked.
Sif’s eyes narrowed, and Loki’s lips went tight.
“Robert Laing has to paint,” he said.
“Why…why is he talking like that?” you asked.
Loki placed a hand on your shoulder.
“It’s…it’s happened again,” he told you flatly.
Robert then turned and began painting a wall. He made two strokes and then set the brush down on the floor. And then he turned and got out his pack of cigarettes. He put it in his mouth, began to light it, and smoked for a second. Then, before it could actually burn, set it down and stepped on it to dampen the flame. He then returned to paint.
Hal walked up to him.
“Robert, it’s us, what is it?” he asked.
Robert jerked away, and began yelling.
“What the fuck are you doing?! Robert needs to be painting now!”
He then grabbed Hal’s shoulder and slammed him against the wall. The prince trembled.
“Hal…Hal, you should leave him alone,” you asked, though you were shaking too.
Hal got his breath, and then Robert let him go. Loki walked up calmly.
“Robert, listen to me-”
Robert turned and yelled.
“Oh, so you’re going to THROW ME OUT of the group?!”
Loki held up his hands, his voice gentle. “No, we’re not going to-”
“How painful. You’re going to THROW ME OUT. Robert should die. Then Robert's pain should end! Robert should jump off this balcony, like Munrow-” He turned towards his window.
“NO!” you screamed.
Loki, in a quick second, got out his shadows. They held Robert back and pulled him to lie down on the floor. They then wrapped around him and held him down.
“Please-please-please don’t hurt Robert. Robert ruined everything, Robert is a stupid bastard,” Robert whimpered. “Robert should escape. Robert could use some whiskey. Robert needs to run away. There are police looking for Robert. Robert should escape them. Robert should go to the church. Robert should become a monk. He’ll be safe if he’s a monk. There are television cameras after Robert. Robert is a criminal. They’re going to execute Robert. Robert is…is going to die.”
He then let out a scream.
“LET ROBERT GO! THIS IS ROBERT'S LAST REQUEST- TAKE HIM TO A CHURCH!”
Loki leaned down to him and placed a comforting hand over the shadow on his arm. “Robert, you’ve done nothing wrong. We’re here to help you. We’re not going to hurt you; you’re safe.”
Loki then turned to you.
“Y/N, find the mask. The quicker you find it, the quicker we can get him to Asgard.”
You were so shaken, you almost forgot. You then reached out your senses-there was an empty can of paint in the corner, and there was the mask inside.
“Here- it’s right there!” you said, pointing to the can.
The group ran over to grab it when-
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” asked a voice.
It struck you. The door was left open.
You turned and saw a man with dark hair, sideburns, and a thick mustache looking over you with several other men. He scowled at Robert in the corner.
“Ey, he’s mad, isn’t he? Serves him right for fucking my wife. Stick to your own uppers, prick” he spat towards Robert.
“That’s easy to say for you to say! Richard Wilder, we are on business. Please let us be,” Loki warned firmly.
“What- how do you know my name, you prick?” he asked.
This-this was Helen’s husband?! How could such a sweet woman marry such a man? And did you hear right- she had an affair with Robert? But he was also unfaithful to her? Oh, good heavens and norns, this was all a mess!
“Please, let us be,” Jonathan asked.
“Why should we trust you? What floor do you come from?” he asked.
“We don’t come from any floor, sir,” replied Thomas.
“You talk like an upper, so you must be an upper trying to invade!” said one man next to Wilder.
“You speak a bunch of nonsense!” Sif cursed at them. “We’re on private business!”
“Oh, doesn’t matter- we could have all of you in a pulp in seconds,!” Wilder smiled.
Your stomach curdled. You posed your hands, ready to fight.
“Then do it. Cowards.” you hissed.
They charged at you. Your group had their fists up, and Loki and your magic. You were about to release your flame when-
You saw Sif had fled and reached into that empty can, and from it, she pulled a golden, lacy mask.
Sif then put the mask on her.
There was a humming in the air. The floor shook like it was an earthquake. Even the men who found you all stopped and looked at her. Their fists froze in mid air.
Something changed in Sif; her face was even fiercer, angrier. She lifted up her hand- her eyes had changed to golden ones.
There was a rattling sound. Then, skeletal figures surrounded in a blue light walked through the walls.
“What the actual fuck is this?!” cried Wilder.
“Nothing but a party trick!” said one man, who stepped forward.
He bounded to one skeleton.
“Out of the way- what are you? Stop gaping like a girl! I need to get to those tits!” he said.
Sif made no reaction other than a silent glare at him.
The skeleton reached his hand forward and placed it on top of the man’s head. It twisted his head completely backward, like an owl. And the man dropped dead to the floor.
There was a gasp and a slight cry from the party of assholes.
Screaming not like little girls but a bunch of cruel, disgusting men, they fled from 2505.
Everyone took a deep breath and then looked back at Sif. She lowered her hand, and the skeletons vanished into thin air. Yet she remained still. Her eyes began to look pale. The magic thrumming from the mask all over her.
“Sif…Sif, you have to take off the mask- you know what my mother said, it’s dangerous to leave it on too long!” Loki warned.
Yet Sif remained still.
You walked up to her, “Sif! Sif- listen to me- you have to, please! Sif, just-”
“Robert Laing thinks Sif should take off the mask so he can see her beautiful face.”
Heads turned toward Robert.
“If Robert’s going to die, he wants to see Sif’s face one more time,” he repeated.
“Robert, again, you’re not going to die!” hissed Loki.
Sif then raised her hand and took off the mask. She turned to face Robert briefly, and then fell to the floor. Everyone dashed towards her.
“Lady, dear lady- are you alright?!” cried Hal.
“I…I am…” she breathed out, getting to her feet with Hal’s help.
Loki made a portal.
“Jonathan, Hal, Thomas- get Robert and restrain him- he needs to get back to Asgard immediately!”
Sif, clutching the mask in one hand, leaped through first.
Jonathan and Thomas, and Hal all helped move the shadow with Robert in it, as he was asking where they were going. You and Loki followed throug behind them.
Once inside the meeting room, Loki conjured a potion bottle. Hal and Jonathan held Robert’s arms. His feet scrambled and pushed his feet away, trying to run, but held back, scared like a dog.
“It’s poison! It’s poison! You’re going to kill Robert!” he cried.
“It’s not poison! We’re not going to kill you- you’re safe! It’s just going to help you sleep- then you’ll wake up and feel better, go on and drink,” Loki offered.
Robert hesitantly drank the potion.
“Now…you’re going to feel tired. It’s just the medicine working, then we’re going to take you to the healers here, and you’ll be right as rain soon.”
Robert began to stagger in his feet, the potion taking effect. Before long, healers ran in with a bedsheet on two poles. Robert, his legs wobbly, was led to lie down on it. Another blanket was wrapped around him to secure him. Soon, his eyes closed, and he was falling asleep by the time they took him away. But far in the back, once he was gone, you collapsed onto a chair. And allowed yourself to weep.
