Loki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sorcerous) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
eswareinmal2012-01-24 04:48 pm
sorcerous) wrote in eswareinmal2012-01-24 04:48 pm
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Characters: Loki
Open?: Yes!
Where: Outside Schwanheim
When: 6th of Rebirth's Height
Warnings: Aaaaaaangst.
He hasn't looked into that dread mirror since the return back. Buried it at the bottom of a chest, under the robes he had been given, and swept outside, to the sky and the breeze and the grass. He climbed a hill, and he was too warm, but he savored it. Savored the overheat of his skin, the dry lack of sweat, the burn of thirst in his throat.
He settles down on the grass, under the burning sun, and tries to keep his mind away from anything having to do with ice.
But it returns there, as it always does. He can almost taste the power of the Bifrost, feel the thrum of uncontrollable energies directed by his own hand. He can close his eyes and imagine the terror and chaos as Jotunheimr falls.
He can remember the surge of sick satisfaction -- one backhand, and Thor went flying and he thought this is the end to all my troubles and he didn't watch as his brother bled out into the dirt.
The truth.
The truth is that Loki was never meant to be a hero. He was always meant to be the monster.
Loki buries his face in his folded arms. He is empty enough that he is unsurprised when the tears do not come.
Open?: Yes!
Where: Outside Schwanheim
When: 6th of Rebirth's Height
Warnings: Aaaaaaangst.
He hasn't looked into that dread mirror since the return back. Buried it at the bottom of a chest, under the robes he had been given, and swept outside, to the sky and the breeze and the grass. He climbed a hill, and he was too warm, but he savored it. Savored the overheat of his skin, the dry lack of sweat, the burn of thirst in his throat.
He settles down on the grass, under the burning sun, and tries to keep his mind away from anything having to do with ice.
But it returns there, as it always does. He can almost taste the power of the Bifrost, feel the thrum of uncontrollable energies directed by his own hand. He can close his eyes and imagine the terror and chaos as Jotunheimr falls.
He can remember the surge of sick satisfaction -- one backhand, and Thor went flying and he thought this is the end to all my troubles and he didn't watch as his brother bled out into the dirt.
The truth.
The truth is that Loki was never meant to be a hero. He was always meant to be the monster.
Loki buries his face in his folded arms. He is empty enough that he is unsurprised when the tears do not come.
no subject
He looked up at Hawk. "Faolan looks human," he pointed out.
no subject
no subject
Sound advice, of course, in a practical sense. But he was not so sure he liked hearing it from another's lips. What if the boy was poisoned against him? -- Loki was not the sort who could be controlled.
no subject
He placed Loki on his feet in front of him, and regarded him for a long moment. "Loki feeling better?"
no subject
no subject
Why he had been on this hilltop -- of course.
The leaching ugliness of algae and scum may still grow in the lighthearted flow of a brook, Loki finds, as the darkness in his heart surges again.
He is fond of the boy, now. So he will go.
His wings spread -- a feather-rustle, and he is in the sky, wild and high until the two figures dwindle to dots on the grass. ]
no subject
"Loki!" he shouted. "Come back! Faolan is sorry!"
After a moment, he collapsed into Hawk's lap, whimpering.
no subject