the sun will shine on us again.

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — jonathan! ❫

    it was rarely that the scarecrow was found before he even did anything to earn someone’s attention, so when he noticed someone following him through the narrow streets, he just felt a bit interested. as he got to a dead-end, he turned to see who that person was, ready for a fight with his scythe carefully positioned on his back. the sight that he found himself staring at, however, made him change his mind.  “oh, it’s you.”  he spoke, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he assumed a more relaxed stance.  “did i perhaps forget to give back one of your knifes or something?”

“long time no see. sort’ve.” loki replies with a soft chuckle as they look over at the other, flashing him a grin. “‘oh, it’s you’? i’m only slightly offended by that. but it’s fine, i forgive you.” they add with a small scoff before waving it off.  “even if you had held onto one of my daggers -- not knives, daggers --, you may keep it. i conjure them. would be a bit of a pain to run out, you know? hence why conjuring is just easier.” they shrug. “you know, for a second i had to wonder whether or not it was still halloween. i mean, the wizard of oz-like get up certainly is new, but... to each their own. no, i was more wondering whether or not working together is a one-time thing or perhaps something more than that.” a mischievous smirk spreads across their face.

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — kara! ❫

“I’m sorry, slow down please. I don’t think I understand. Where am I?” // open starter for the group earth 818 only!

loki sighed dramatically in response, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “is it my accent? i really did not think it was that much of an issue for midgardians,” she huffed, pausing for a moment before she answered her question. “new york city. what, is it your first time? suppose i should welcome you to this shithole then, hm?” she laughs, shrugging her shoulders. “or do you mean the whole universes-collapsing-or-whatever thing? honestly, i’m not quite sure i’m the person you want to ask about that. you’d likely be better off finding the avengers or perhaps that justice league i’ve heard rumors of.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — rachel! ❫

rachel sips quietly from her coffee that probably has more sugar than necessary , eyes shut as the warm liquid slides down her throat with ease . coffee . what the hell would i do without coffee ? she wonders this in her head as the caffeine takes its hold slowly , waking her up by the second . she looks up when she hears someone sit at the table beside her , eyes blinking open . she looks at them maybe a little longer than necessary , and when they notice , she offers a sheepish smile and averts her gaze . “morning ,” she says quietly , leaning her elbow against the table as her hand lifts to touch the gem on her head . it had become a habit to simply feel it beneath her fingertips as if it would disappear at any moment . 

“yes, i suppose it is morning,” loki hummed in response as he entered the kitchen of hq, moving to boil some water to make tea for himself. “but the better question is, is it a good morning?” he pauses, and then shrugs. his identity was, at least partially, a mystery to most -- a select few knew that loki was alive again, while others knew him by his aliases. he was still torn between laying low and allowing people to know who he truly was. though he was used to lies, and was damn good at telling and discerning when others were telling them, he would be lying if he said that it didn’t get tiring. “does it mean something?” he asks as he places a teabag in a bug he’d grabbed from the cupboard before filling it with the water. “the gem, on your forehead. if you do not mind me asking, that is.”

[patroclusdefencesquad]

that's my wife 🤧

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — wanda! ❫

      wanda fixed him with a curious and amused look before giving a playful shrug. ”perhaps it is not a bad thing? i associate you well with thor, it is nothing negative from where i stand.” she waited patiently, her smile still held as he spoke on, yes - she knew him more than just being thor’s brother - but he was correct to assume that not many would. she knew never to fully believe everything that loki said, but his words about man were true. pursing her lips, she tilted her head and let out a softened sigh. ”my father is a powerful mutant, could end the world if he wished it yet he does not.” she paused and gave some reflection before shaking her head. ”your mother sounds wonderful, i wish i had someone to teach me.” looking back towards him she gave a shrug, ”I am more loyal to a person than a team, but if he asked me to help the avengers i would be there, yes. if i may ask, where did you go?”

he takes a moment to think about what she said, his expression softening slightly. it was his insecurity talking more than anything when he got defensive, especially when it came to his brother. feeling like you had to compete for your father’s love and approval as a child was something that had stuck with him, unfortunately, but that wasn’t thor’s fault. still, he shrugs his shoulders in response. “perhaps.” is all he says. she had a point, after all. “she was. wonderful, i mean. she deserved better than what happened to her.” he sighs quietly. “had to wing it on your own, then? sorry to hear that. it’s not the same, but practicing without her was difficult at first. it took me a while before i got good at my abilities on my own, without her guidance.” mothers in general were helpful, and loki got the feeling hers must not have been around. “after thanos obtained the power stone, he intercepted a ship containing thor and i and... countless amounts of asgardians. all of our people, all that were left, were with us. we were heading to earth after our planet was destroyed. half of our people got away, but the other half... he killed everyone. every last person, except thor.” loki explained. “he wanted the tesseract, i had it. i attempted to trick him, so he killed me. but since i had removed my name from my sister’s book of hel, my death was temporary. by the time i came back, half of the population was gone. you, being apart of that half, correct?”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — jonathan! ❫

    people all around him seemed to be uninteresting at the moment, they were useless to the scarecrow. jonathan could get out of that place in no time if there weren’t people around, the only thing he had to do was go in there and let the gas do its work. with those faces in the room, however, that would not be possible, unless he just ignored them and let them figure out how to survive his toxin. that wasn’t an option, though, since his old student was there as well, harleen; as a professor, leaving her behind was unacceptable.

    with that in mind, the one person that spiked his interest was that figure. crane walked up to them, analyzing their clothings for a second before saying anything.  “i don’t want to leave you behind… so, please, tell me you have something you’re good at so we can work on a plan to leave this place.”  he decided to be honest, maybe that person could be of some help?

“and if i were to say i was not good at something, you would leave me behind?” loki asks, a smirk widening across their face before they laughed. “i can wield magic.” they said simply, holding their hand up to demonstrate by causing one of their signature daggers to appear within it. “i’ve faked my death at least three times and actually  died once, i’m not about to let myself die again. do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to be reincarnated? i’m not looking to relive that,” especially considering that they were fairly certain they would go to hel and stay there -- but they’re quick to push those thoughts out of their head. no need to dwell on that right now. their life expectancy may very well be longer than that of an average person, but they could still be killed -- they were all too aware of that, unfortunately. “though i am not sure what kind of plan you have in mind. care to elaborate? i am unsure of how we are going to get out of this one.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — john! ❫

John was currently doing magic. To whit, the sort of magic that took a pint and made it… magically disappear.

The bar was finally getting quiet as midnight rolled on and past, and closing time approached but lingered just out of reach. It was the sort of hour that John liked - mostly because it meant being able to get some serious drinking in.

And after what he’d seen with that creature - after hearing it … yeah, a drink was definitely in order.

Abandoned, afraid– dying alone on an alien planet–

He shook the thoughts from his mind in time to realise that there was someone encroaching on his wallowing time. “Bartender’s over that way, mate,” he said, gesturing with the bottle. “Don’t think for a moment that I’m going to share.”

while midgardian alcohol never could compare to what they had on asgard -- you know, back when asgard was... still a thing --, loki wasn’t opposed to the occasional glass of wine. the mead on asgard had never been her type of drink, but their wines had always been good. so though the stuff on midgard wasn’t as good, it was good enough when she considered that she’d likely never have asgardian alcohol ever again. after entering, she makes her way over to takea  seat at the bar, her gaze shifting to look at him as she hears the man’s comment about not wanting to share. it almost makes her want to scoff and make some comment about how the beer on earth was rather weak compared to what she’d had in the past, but she has to remind herself that leah odhner  was a norwegian girl, not one who would be all-knowing about alcohol on other planets. “i don’t drink beer anyway,” she replies, shrugging her shoulders. “so there’s no need to worry, i’m not about to steal your drink.” she adds, laughing softly at the idea of it. “i’m more of a wine person myself.” she said, sipping at the glass of wine she’d ordered from the bartender. “got a lot on your mind, castiel?” she jokes, her gaze shifting from the trench coat and then back to the other.

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — eddie! ❫

    it was starting to get hot inside that steampunk pickle costume of his, and he was lucky he had venom for the symbiote was the cold touch he needed. under the pickle, the alien traveled between his abs and his neck to cool down his body; meanwhile, eddie got himself a drink at the bar, looking around to try and see who his next target would be. an interesting costume caught his attention as he scanned the room, it was both fascinating and a bit scary to look at. he sipped on the rest of his drink, leaving the glass on the table before going to see who that person was.  “excuse me.”  he called to get the other’s attention as he got close enough.  “i’m eddie, nice to meet you…”  brock offered a hand as he introduced himself.  “it’s quite the costume you have there, i must say. how did you do this makeup?”

loki figured their choice of scary-esque makeup would likely turn some heads. and honestly, they wouldn’t have it any other way. they had always enjoyed the attention. hearing someone call out to them, loki turned to glance in the general direction of the person. drink in hand, they offered the other a smile before giving his costume a once over, chuckling softly. “lee. pleasure to meet you as well, eddie.” they reply, taking the other’s hand and shaking it. “ah, thank you. i did the work myself, on both the outfit and the makeup. admittedly i used some of my magic for the costume, but the makeup was done by hand.” only a partial lie, at least. their magic certainly played a bigger role in the look than they let on, but that wasn’t something anyone needed to know. “and you are... a pickle. interesting,” they laugh softly. “may i ask why you chose to dress as a pickle?”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — matt! ❫

With Fisk’s power at an all time high, Matt couldn’t even walk to work without some of his men attempting an ambush on him; thankfully, his talents as an acrobat, and his radar sense made it fairly easy to find alternative routes out of their grasp. It was such a route that brought him up to this very rooftop, where he found that he was not alone. Weird. When he’d scanned the building a moment ago, he’d been sure there was no one up here; it was almost like they’d popped up out of nowhere. A quick evaluation of the breathing and heartbeat of the other individual returned no signs of hostility, although he was still a little wary; he wouldn’t put it past Fisk to recruit someone who could mask those things. “You’re uh, you’re probably wondering what a blind guy is doing wandering around on rooftops. And that’s, yeah, that’s definitely a fair question.” Matt said with a nod and a bit of a chuckle. “Don’t suppose you’d believe me if I told you that I just took a wrong turn?”

if there wasn’t a good old abandoned building nearby, loki would settle for a rooftop, relatively out of sight and out of mind from the general public. so that was exactly what she’d done -- teleported to the particular rooftop she tended to use in that particular instance. which is exactly when she’s caught off guard by the guy that’s up there, giving an excuse that she can clearly tell is fishy. “i’m supposed to believe a blind guy ‘took a wrong turn’ and ended up on a rooftop?” loki repeated, a laugh escaping her lips as she shook her head. “you have got to work on your lying. seriously, that’s terrible. i would know.” though, at the same time, it wasn’t very easy to lie to the god of tricks and lies, but the other didn’t need to know that. her arms fold across her chest, and she took a step towards them. “what are you doing on my roof? and before you ask, yes, my name is written on it but it’s not like you’d be able to see it or anything.” she jokes, a small smirk playing across her face.

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — clea! ❫

“Loki? Like the God of Lies?” Clea asked him with a tilt of her head. “How would I know if you’re telling me truth or not?” she asked with a hint of a smirk appearing on her lips and let out a small chuckle. “Anyway, how can I help you?”.

loki’s body visibly stiffens as the woman addresses him by his name. which, if he wasn’t going by an alias to nearly everyone, this wouldn’t be such a shocker. though, this is with the exception of stephen strange and wanda maximoff, but admittedly them knowing who he truly was wasn’t entirely his choice, however deep down he didn’t really mind it. part of him liked not having to hide with everyone, even if he didn’t fully trust strange. “how do you know that name?” he asks, his fingers twitching to pull out the daggers hidden underneath the sleeves of his jacket. “that may be my name, yes, but believe me when i say that if you tell anyone that i am here on this earth, you will regret it. does that sound like a lie?”

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LEE ODNER ( loki odinson ) attends the iceberg lounge party. 

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Diana Silvers in Ma (2019)

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — steve! ❫

some days, steve really wished he’d retired when he had the chance. there was an irony to it, though. the same reasons he wished he’d put away the suit and shield for good were often the same reasons he knew he couldn’t. there was still a fight, and he couldn’t back away from a fight. it was something in him that kept making him stand up, time and time again – even when he wasn’t entirely sure he knew who he was fighting yet. the incident with alien, phalanx, as they called it, had him off guard. it was separated from it’s own, scared, left to cause damage and destruction – only to die. he wanted to know who was pulling the strings. “what do you make out of all of this?” he asked, eyes glancing to a nearby television where a news station was still playing coverage of the whole incident. “it feels like a distraction to me.”

“i don’t know what to think,” loki replies with a sigh, their arms folding across their chest as they turned from where they were looking out the window to instead face steve. “if it is a distraction, what is it distracting us from? what do you think we should be looking for?” they ask, raising a brow. they weren’t sure how they felt about the whole ordeal with the creature known as a phalanx. they’d tried to help, like many others, but nothing anyone did proved helpful to the creature. their gaze and attention shift to the tv, and becoming slightly annoyed with the broadcast, magic swirls around their fingers and the tv remote as it hovers above the table it was set on before it was turned off. “i’m thinking it’s starting to give me a headache.”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — conner! ❫

The boy was feeling useless since they FAILED TO SAVE the creature. This was his first experience with seeing death firsthand — unsure how it was meant to feel. There was a mixture of various emotions, but the main one was mourning.  He was sitting on a ledge, feet dangling off of the wall in the park. His signature leather jacket covering his torso, his family crest sewn on the back, but the rest of his outfit had been changed to civilian clothes. Conner hears someone approach him, but doesn’t turn to look. “I’m surprised anyone found me over here. I just need a distraction from everything.” [ @earthstarters​ ]

“you weren’t exactly hard to spot,” loki replies, his head tilting to the side as he looked over at the other. “though, truthfully, i didn’t come out here seeking you or anyone.” he adds with a shrug of his shoulders. “just wandering.” he sighs, green eyes looking out at the scenery of the park. loki hesitates for a moment as he considers whether or not he should speak again, or what he should say, and his breath hitches in his throat for a moment before he speaks. “do you wish to speak about what’s on your mind?” he asks, raising a brow as he turned to look at the other.

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — stephen! ❫

Stephen had to resist the urge to roll his eyes – actually, scratch that. He failed his ability check, and succumbed to the urge with a sigh. “Nice disguise, but it’s not fooling me,” he said, glancing over and raising an eyebrow. 

Still, at least Loki was trying to be helpful, which Stephen supposed made them allies for the time being. “Because your magic is a different sort from mine… I guess not.” He sighed again as the thing completely ignored the illusions. “How about trying to freeze it?”

“not a disguise,” she replied with a sigh. “this is what i look like now. unless i decide to take a more masculine appearance. long story short? i removed my name from the book of hel, died, and came back.” she shrugged her shoulders. her arms fold across her chest as she looks out at the thing, and then back at stephen. “while i may be a frost giant, i cannot control cold or ice. perhaps, if we had the casket of ancient winters, but it was destroyed when asgard was. unless you mean a spell? do you have a spell for such a thing, or an alternate idea for how we do that?”

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❪ ´ ･ .  ✶ — stephen! ❫

“This isn’t good.” The only thing that Stephen found was actually working against the black mass at the moment was a containment spell … and even then, it was barely keeping the thing from advancing. 

None of his advanced magics had worked – the winds of Watoomb had done absolutely nothing, magical weapons had failed to injure it in any way, and the Bolts of Balthakk had just flown into the mass and been utterly consumed.

The thing was massive, and the strain of trying to hold it back was starting to make itself felt. He could feel sweat beading on his forehead, his magical reserves diminishing faster than he could draw power from other dimensions. “If anyone has any bright ideas, I’m all ears,” he said, glancing at the nearest person.

“no shit, sherlock,” loki quipped as she looked over at stephen. “who’s to say it isn’t immune to magical attacks or something? like what if it’s got a barrier? i mean, none of your stuff’s working. no offense.” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. she isn’t entirely sure whether or not the other was able to somehow figure out who she was using his magic, but she tries to push that worry out of her head as she tries, instead, to come up with some sort of idea. “i-- i don’t know. i’m a sorceress myself, a witch if you will, of sorts. but if your magic isn’t working, how do we know mine will?” she questioned before she sighed and tried it anyway, green energy swirling around her fingers as she attempted to create illusions in hopes that would phase it, but it did nothing. well, if he didn’t connect who she was before, he probably had now. “i’ve got nothing.”

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      “yes,” wanda said simply, giving a small shrug. “you are loki, brother of thor and a powerful sorcerer in your own right. king of tricks and lies?” if she had remembered her own lores she grew up reading, then she wouldn’t be wrong about his specialties. ”yes, i am an avenger - but i am more than that as well, i am a mutant and daughter of magneto.” she offered, giving him a warm smile - her own curiosity about him eclipsing any sort of caution she would have normally taken. this loki was younger, more naive in ways than the one she heard about that attacked the avengers all those years ago. when he took her hand she could immediately feel his own sorcery bubbling beneath his skin, it was different but it was familiar and it gave her a sort of bonding feeling to the old god. ”some men would claim they gave them to me through experimentations, but i know the truth - my brother and i, we were born with them and they waited until we needed them.like a special sort of secret that wove itself in gold - or in my case, chaos.”

loki groaned. “why is it that people always start with mentioning thor? i mean, not that i don’t love the big oaf, he is my brother, but surely people must know me by more than just who my brother is.” he huffed, though his annoyance dissipated a little bit when she continued speaking. “nevermind. yes, king of lies and tricks is something i’ve gone by. also god of mischief. god of lies. the list is fairly long,” he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “a good number of men would love to claim they did things just for fame and money. they’ll get what’s coming to them, one way or another.” loki replied, a small smirk forming. “interesting. i am not entirely familiar with all magneto has done, but i know of him at least a little bit. a powerful mutant, is he not? makes sense then that a child of his would harness a great amount of power as well,” he hummed. “my mother taught me how to wield magic. i have respect for other witches and wizards because of it. at least most of the time,” he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “so are you still running around with the avengers? i was gone for... quite some time. but then again i suppose so were you, given all that thanos did. may i ask something of you?”