L I E S M I T H;

❛ Mischief is a small thing, a toy I've well used and discarded. This isn't mischief. This is mayhem. ❜

[infras]

[sculsurfer-archive-blog]

❝ You clearly don’t know much about Midgard then, do you? ❞               

                         She could see through his guise as easily as if he had presented her with a detailed powerpoint. A rush of emotions, piecing themselves into words that formed a story the longer she gazed at him. The CHILLING glow he’d radiated as a cat was even more intense in this form. Yet still, he was not himself. Like someone had s q u e e z e d him into an ill-fitting suit. A numbing cold and the promise of FROSTBITE lurking beneath the surface. Blinking hard, she averted her gaze, trying to rein in whatever the hell she was experiencing. It was an invasion. Even one such as he did not deserve to be violated at such a level. She had no right to view the things she now had access too. 

                                    His intent was to MANIPULATE, it was at the forefront of his being. This was unsurprising, from what she had learned of him. He wanted the world and he wanted the gem, neither of which he would get. She would N O T play his little game, she was not in the mood to pussyfoot around the subject at hand. He clearly had more insight on whatever this thing was than she did, it could be useful, and potentially LIFESAVING. No, she would demand answers.

                                          ❝ I’m sure you can… ❞

                      Placing her hands on her hips, she took a step forward, green orbs narrowed against aura. The CHILL of him nipped at her flesh and stung her eyes, though it did not dissuade her. He was at least a foot and a half taller than she, formidable at best clad all in metal and leather. Beneath his tough shell she caught a glimpse of each CRACK in his preverbal armor. She could use that to her advantage, prodding them gently to get a reaction.  

                 ❝…Which is why we’re not going to play games,             something you’re fond of, from what I’ve gauged.     Was it Frigga or Farbauti that taught you to turn into a cat? ❞

[xlygari]

        An uncharacteristic silence followed her words, the god’s gaze quickly becoming sharp, yet…distant. It was as if the girl had slipped a knife betwixt his ribs. To hear Frigga’s name fall from M i d g a r d i a n lips in such a manner was grounds enough to choke the life out of her, but to bring up the other…

         ❝ And clearly you know nothing outside your own fragile, little world. ❞

        Loki’s words were laced with venom, unbridled rage pooling just beneath the surface. For a split second he’d lost hold over his composure, crimson hues bleeding seamlessly through jade. He’d involuntarily closed the remainder of the gap between them, the god using his obvious height advantage as means to further intimidate.

         ❝ If you did, you’d know that Jotuns are not inherently magical beings and              that Frigga was a witch with nearly unrivaled abilities. You’d also know              that your kind are ungrateful little w h e l p s, and have no grounds in              which to speak of either. ❞

        A faint golden aura began to snake idly around the god’s hands, waiting for just the proper moment to lash out at it’s intended victim. The blonde was riding an already t h i n line. One of which was growing thinner, the longer she held that defiant little gaze.

        ❝ Now. I’d think carefully about your next choice of words. That stone may have             granted you a false sense of confidence, but that does little if you do not             know how to properly harness the power… ❞

[purrhelga]

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xlygari 

[sculsurfer-archive-blog]

She was annoyed 

                             He had been following her for miles and he had Y E T to show himself. Not quite what she expected from the God of Mischief. He was being cautious, and for good reason. Did he know which gem she possessed? If he did, he had every reason to be wary. The form he had chosen however was surprising… though she supposed he was trying to remain unthreatening and inconspicuous as possible.  

                                 His constant presence was an IRRITANT to her. A niggling feeling at the back of her mind that there was someone else out here in the wilderness with her.  Ezra had left the city for a REASON. She ought to be grateful that he kept his distance. Just far enough to be a shadow as opposed to a blinding hue in her peripheral vision. 

                                                                       Fleeing the city had been a NIGHTMARE, floundering h e l p l e s s l y through an endless sea of colors and vibrations, fighting the force that tried so hard to drag them in. She was sure that her mind SHATTERED at least twice, painfully piecing itself back together again before she found herself in the solitude. Aside from the visual aspect, the physical and emotional were as much, if not more overwhelming. To be so completely aware of people at a level BEYOND human comprehension was devastating. As if that weren’t enough, there was the shade. The dark figure that she came to realize was the gem itself. It spoke to her constantly, it was the creature that lurked behind every corner wherever she went. It had taken her all these weeks to drown out its voice, ordering her at every turn to head back towards the city. She refused, digging in her heels, forcing each step as the shade pressured to to bend.

                   With a sigh, the girl stopped abruptly, turning on her heel with acidic hues narrowed. She watched at the frosty aura too came to a halt, hovering just out of sight ten yards back. He was either going to reveal himself to her and state his business, or he was going to leave. She couldn’t stand the ever present feeling of being watched.

                                                ❝ Look, I know you’re there! ❞  

                 Her voice rang through the trees as she slowly approached the haze that  encompassed him. He didn’t move an inch as he came into sight, pink tongue lapping out to glide across jet black fur. A tiny mew was all she received in response, furthering her irritation. He was testing her.

                             ❝You. are. not. a cat. Cut it out. ❞  

                 The blonde snipped, glaring down at the trickster with her hands on her hips. Wide green eyes gazed back into hers, blinking slowly before his mouth opened in a great yawn, the picture of boredom and insolence. Even her own cats weren’t THIS sassy with her. 

           Before she could quell it, a surge of emerald light spilled forth from the tips of her fingers, encompassing the tiny form before her. As their eyes met, she had tried to envision his true figure. Though there had been much press coverage on the crimes he committed, there had been little footage of the god himself – not that she had been in shape to investigate the devastation. Holding her breath, the girl watched anxiously as the feline turned morphed into a man before her eyes. What exactly did this rock do? She got the soul part straight away, but the other powers it seemed to possess were lost on her and the shade refused to answer any questions she through at it.  

                                ❝Uh, alright… that’s better. Hi there! ❞

[xlygari]

    This was certainly…unexpected.

           Emerald met Jade, as the pair locked gazes; confusion and bewilderment alight within the god’s own expression. How had she known? Or – more importantly – how had she negated his sorcery with such ease? He was aware these stones carried insurmountable POWER within them, but this was unlike any other. Spellpower that rivaled, if not trumped his own…

                                             How very interesting…

           A gentle breeze swept across the trickster’s back as he straightened, tousling the ends of his raven locks. He did not dare make any further approach, rather allowed her to gauge the distance in which she felt comfortable. His actions weren’t driven by fear, but by i n t e l l i g e n c e. Force may yield him instantaneous results – or it could also prove to be the tool of his destruction. Manipulation, on the other hand, while slow, was safe, and proved time and time again to be just as effective. If he could win this girl’s trust it would give him access to first hand knowledge on how this stone conducted itself, before he wrenched it away. A guinea pig, if you will.

     ❝ My, my, that is impressive. ❞

           There was a certain amount of playfulness bleeding through his expression as he addressed her. He didn’t bother wasting his time pretending to be something he was not. No doubt she already knew who he was, and playing the oh so cliche ‘nice card’ would raise an instant red flag and he’d completely lose his window of opportunity. No. Loki was far more cunning than that. Manipulation through truth. Allow her to see him for what he really was – or rather the illusion of what he was. Allow her to feel in control, when in all reality, it was he who was pulling the strings.

                       ❝ I wasn’t aware Midgardians practiced, let alone were                           capable of magic this tier…Although it does appear                           to be taking it’s toll on you… ❞

            His words were accompanied by a small smirk. If the stone was anything like the other’s he’d encountered, it influenced it’s host to a certain degree. He’d seen it in Jane, and unadmittedly experienced it firsthand, himself, when wielding the scepter containing the Mind Stone. Though unlike these Midgardians, he was much more adept at containing its power…or so he thought.

                                                  ❝ I can help with that, you know. ❞

[amirdrassil]

[spacebabe]

my hands slide up from your chest to stroke the nape of your neck

they make their way towards your face, I gently cup your cheeks

I twist your head and snap your neck because I cannot stand you

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[jjangredpanda]

And you’ll never see her again…

[xlygari]

     Sorry I haven't really done much in the past few days guys. I've been working on final projects for school and also the holidays are making my activity on here minimal. I will be online tonight though, and will finally be getting to the starters I promised a looong time ago. Sorry for my slowness and thank you all for sticking around. You guys are great. :3

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    Ezra burst into a fit of giggles at the feline’s venomous expression. It was plan that the animal disliked the idea of being named immensely, unless there was something else that was irritating him. The girl shook her head in bemusement, blonde curls bouncing around her face as her laughter subsided “You’re a finicking thing, aren’t you?” She mused, quirking a brow as she gazed at the cat. She’d never met one quite like him; so intelligent and emotive he was. Sky and Cloud had their own personalities but this was different in some way, he responded fiercely and instantaneously where her pets reacted at a slower rate as they processed whatever information was in front of them, not quite understanding. “What about…Ilarion? Means happy in Russian, which is ironic since you’re such a little grump.”

    The girl turned her attention back out her window, pressing her cheek against the cool glass as she looked down at the lawn before, envisioning it covered in a blanket of white. Their new home would look beautiful covered in the stuff, much nicer than the dirty grey streets of the city. Her experiences in the past should have made her hate the winter, sleeping outdoors so far north as soon as September rolled in could be hell. But Ezra could never quite get over the beauty that the changing season brought, the way the frost clung to the broken windows of each abandoned building, the haze in the air and the fog that perforated every street. It was stunning and now she was able to enjoy it for real.

    A light knock sounded on her door, Anya poking her head into her room with a smile on her face “Hey you, can I raid your jewelry box?” She asked, leaning against the doorframe “Jaybird and I have a job tonight, one that involves me playing a high class lady and I need some fancy jewels to look to the part.” Ezra grinned and nodded towards the massive oak case on a stand in the corner of her room. Anya liked jewelry as much as the next thief, she hoarded it like a dragon. She didn’t wear it often though, preferring to give it to her sister and other friends instead. The older girl traipsed across the room, sweeping past the angry cat on her bed to open the chest, digging around in it’s contents. 

    “Ah! Good, you’ve still got the massive purple rock in here. You know, this is the most difficult job I’ve ever pulled? Raoul and I barely managed it. The security was insane!” Anya told her sister as she held up the necklace for her sister to see, digging around for a pair of earrings to match “You’d think it had superpowers or something, that pink star diamond in Britain is far more expensive than this thing.” Plucking out a set of amethyst chandelier earrings the girl nodded at her sister, kissing her on the head before vanishing from the room. 

    “Anya’s a thief.” Ezra explained to the cat as he watched her exit the room with rapt attention “She’s also a bartender and kills people after work sometimes too, that’s what she and Jason are doing tonight I guess.”

[xlygari]

   Ilarion? He supposed that wasn't too godawful of a name -- it could certainly be worse, albeit even still, it elicited a roll of his eyes, and a tiny flick of his tail. She was doing it just to irritate him now -- the amusement briefing her face, more than enough to be a dead giveaway. Loki scowled, his body turning away, as he pulled himself back up on all fours. He'd had just about enough everyone in this house -- each one of them irritating in their own right. He was more than ready to go back to Asgard and sit upon the throne and tend to his subjects...but the Stone. He couldn't leave it. Albeit, in all honesty, it almost wasn't worth this sort of degradation -- almost.

   Loki stretched across the young girl's duvet, his claws digging mercilessly into the expensive fabric. Two could play at this game -- however petty it may actually be. Emerald eyes could be seen briefly glancing back at the blonde (checking to see if she was watching him, no doubt), before he abruptly pranced to the edge of the bed, aiming to leave the room entirely.

   The scowl that had made a permanent home on the feline's face grew into a flat out sneer, upon seeing the elder sister slip through the doorway; any action he was about to make, ceasing entirely. Gods, did she ever leave? Loki's ears pinned to the back of his head, as she strode past him. He had half a mind to swipe at her, though refrained from doing so, only to save himself a bit of grief. Loki couldn't pinpoint exactly why this girl infuriated him so. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that she'd manhandled him within moments of their initial meeting, or perhaps it was her vulgar language, or blatant disregard for him...either way, the the god's negative tune towards her suddenly changed as she turned around, a large purple stone gleaming like a beacon around her neck.

   The god's eyes instantly went wide as saucers; the purple glow from the stone reflecting off the large, blackened irises. Of course she would have it -- it was only fitting. It was as if the gods were mocking him, by placing the older blonde in possession of the Stone -- albeit at this point, Loki didn't care. He'd found what he'd come for, and was that much closer to going home.

   A series of high-pitched chattering left the god, a large paw extending out to swipe at the air -- all an attempt to grab her attention. None of it seemed to work. She strode out of the room without so much as even a glance, leaving Loki sitting atop the bed in utter disbelief. Had he not been in cat form, no doubt his jaw would've been left hanging open, or a few choice words would've been spoken in that moment. He had been so close.

   Without wasting so much as another minute, or even acknowledging the other girl in the room, Loki leapt off the mattress, bounding out the door with surprising speed. With any luck he'd catch up with the blonde, though once he caught her, he wasn't quite sure what he'd do. A cat certainly wouldn't do much good in the removal of the Stone around her neck. He'd have to revert back...and that in itself would pose a risk. He'd be exposed -- even if it were for only a brief moment and that would certainly be more than enough time for someone to pick up on. He'd have to tread carefully...

[tonyloki]

[destructionsown]

     ”Don’t mistake this for desperation, Loki; I’m far from desperate.” Oh, she could rip his head off for that comment. But she keeps her temper, because even if she’s not desperate, it won’t hurt to have a bit of extra help. She needs someone to keep the angels from getting aggressive. It would be nice to see if they could kill him or not.

     ”You’ll have a strong ally. An army of demons willing to do your dirty work, as it were.” She tilts her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips. “They’re far better than brainwashed humans." She may not be up to date on Loki’s current situation — she couldn’t care less, actually — but she has done her research on New York.

[xlygari]

     Her bargain is tempting, oh so very tempting. Emerald eyes are alight with mischief, but also hesitance. He's been down this path before, been promised a great many things -- things in which came at a terrible price. He doesn't want to put himself in another position to be manipulated -- but then again, if he plays his cards right, he would be more than capable of avoiding such a fate. After all, there was no Tesseract or godforsaken spear influencing him this time.

     "Very well," he mused, quickly returning her smile with one of his own. "You have yourself a deal, Abbadon. I will aid you in overthrowing your king, but once you've claimed the throne for yourself, I ask that you return the favor. You see, I, myself, have someone I'd like to get rid of. He is not of this world, or really any world for that matter -- although if your army is as strong as you claim them to be, it shouldn't be that much of a problem, I would think."

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        Val cocked her eye to the side as she heard the mocking tone in his voice, a small smile gracing her lips. “—-That’s what the southern folk calls me, yes. I come from a land called Westeros-…” it felt strange to say that. The only places she had seen where the places beyond the wall in the north and the wall itself. “—-And who are you? You haven’t introduced yourself either.”

[xlygari]

     The god's brows knitted together in confusion. Westeros? -- He'd never heard of it. "I am Loki," he replied simply, albeit stood a hair straighter as he spoke. "King of Asgard." He chose to leave the whole god of mischief and lies detail out, for obvious reasons. Wouldn't want to give the lady the wrong impression, after all. "So tell me, princess -- this Westeros you come from -- what is it like?"

[basbobibbins]

A Guide to how to refuse a hug  Self Defense by Loki Laufeyson

[dyingfarfromthesea]

"Wha’… was that a threat?”

[xlygari]

     "Not necessarily. Think of it as more of a warning."

[eleathyra-deactivated20190930]

"How about some light, brother?"

"What would you do without me?"

"Bring a torch…"