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thatboyisamonster) wrote2012-08-08 06:59 pm
thatboyisamonster) wrote2012-08-08 06:59 pm
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[OOC] [Fic] Not an Iota of truth in this tale...
(post EC, Loki/Spock ish?, Iota hijinks)
When Loki came to Asgard (came home, as his brother said, tremulous in joy and happiness), it was not as he expected. Heimdall gave him a look. Darcy noticed this and jabbed her fingers at him, whispering, "You and me bucko."
Heimdall looked (as much as he could) affronted. Loki ducked his head in subservience and smirked to himself.
It was a long way to the palace on foot, even longer it felt for Loki, as each step made him heavier in spirit and conviction. Odin would have known he had come, from the moment he set foot on the bridge. So why had he come out? Why why why came the endless questions which Loki swallowed bitterly. Cassie kept her hand on his arm. He still trembled like a mortal.
When they arrived at the throne, he couldn't (bear) look beyond. He kept his head down, like the beaten traitor and criminal they expected him to play. Iota was frowning, they didn't understand this part he was willing to play (but what is a role to his many?), but he waited.
Look at me, a voice hissed inside of him, coiled and furious, You owe me that. Look at me!
Instead, he was taken and dragged to his prison of glass and amber. He thought of screaming, tearing their hands out, declaring war on all of Asgard. He does nothing.
Loki knew patience, knew how to bide his time. This time, though, he would not wait too longer.
(he conjured stars above his head as he slept)
Thor visited often, with tales and warmth.
River stayed in his room for long hours, pouring over parchment and theory.
(her drawing hand was awful)
Darcy was not much for visits, but Loki heard that she slayed a dragon through the glass of his prison and found he's not the least bit surprised anymore.
It's Cassie who visited in the nights, stroking his hair, the light of stars over her head. Loki thought he was above this, but Odin won't look at him, so he let her reassure him.
(this wasn't home anymore)
Darcy casually suggested flipping Odin the bird.
Loki blinked and Cassie groaned.
River only smiled to herself.
"You can't keep putting this off," she murmured, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
Loki knew that, but his pride was hard and ruthless in his chest, so he doesn't answer her, even when she pinched him.
One night, he slipped out of prison and stepped into the Vault. The Casket of Ancient Winters gleamed at him, inviting in its blue. His fingers brush against the pedestal, listening to the hum of magic and frost. This is who you are, who you're supposed to be, it sang to him and Loki felt wounded. He turned away and found himself face-to-face with the Allfather.
His father.
Loki swallowed. His hands shook (mortality that stayed too long with him), but his voice was steady, "I beg your pardon, All-Father."
Odin said nothing, taking Loki's face in his hands, breathing out, "My son."
Treachery burned hot in his throat and escaped through tears, but Loki let out a quiet hoarse laugh that rattled his very bones and said, "Your son."
He stood by Thor, at the edge of the Bifrost, where all things spread out before them.
"You are leaving, then," Thor said, without a question at heart.
"I have my answers. Now I only seek my own place," Loki replied softly.
Thor glanced at him, "As a king?"
"As who I choose to be," Loki said, shrugging (human manners), "If that means a throne, then so be it."
Thor frowned.
Loki smirked, opening his palms up in peace, "As it stands, I have yet to decide."
"That is well," Thor finally said.
Is it? Loki thought to himself, but he has learned something, among the warmongering and madness. He's learned to keep his mouth shut when need be.
Loki vanished from Asgard.
And Spock found him.
When Loki came to Asgard (came home, as his brother said, tremulous in joy and happiness), it was not as he expected. Heimdall gave him a look. Darcy noticed this and jabbed her fingers at him, whispering, "You and me bucko."
Heimdall looked (as much as he could) affronted. Loki ducked his head in subservience and smirked to himself.
It was a long way to the palace on foot, even longer it felt for Loki, as each step made him heavier in spirit and conviction. Odin would have known he had come, from the moment he set foot on the bridge. So why had he come out? Why why why came the endless questions which Loki swallowed bitterly. Cassie kept her hand on his arm. He still trembled like a mortal.
When they arrived at the throne, he couldn't (bear) look beyond. He kept his head down, like the beaten traitor and criminal they expected him to play. Iota was frowning, they didn't understand this part he was willing to play (but what is a role to his many?), but he waited.
Look at me, a voice hissed inside of him, coiled and furious, You owe me that. Look at me!
Instead, he was taken and dragged to his prison of glass and amber. He thought of screaming, tearing their hands out, declaring war on all of Asgard. He does nothing.
Loki knew patience, knew how to bide his time. This time, though, he would not wait too longer.
(he conjured stars above his head as he slept)
Thor visited often, with tales and warmth.
River stayed in his room for long hours, pouring over parchment and theory.
(her drawing hand was awful)
Darcy was not much for visits, but Loki heard that she slayed a dragon through the glass of his prison and found he's not the least bit surprised anymore.
It's Cassie who visited in the nights, stroking his hair, the light of stars over her head. Loki thought he was above this, but Odin won't look at him, so he let her reassure him.
(this wasn't home anymore)
Darcy casually suggested flipping Odin the bird.
Loki blinked and Cassie groaned.
River only smiled to herself.
"You can't keep putting this off," she murmured, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
Loki knew that, but his pride was hard and ruthless in his chest, so he doesn't answer her, even when she pinched him.
One night, he slipped out of prison and stepped into the Vault. The Casket of Ancient Winters gleamed at him, inviting in its blue. His fingers brush against the pedestal, listening to the hum of magic and frost. This is who you are, who you're supposed to be, it sang to him and Loki felt wounded. He turned away and found himself face-to-face with the Allfather.
His father.
Loki swallowed. His hands shook (mortality that stayed too long with him), but his voice was steady, "I beg your pardon, All-Father."
Odin said nothing, taking Loki's face in his hands, breathing out, "My son."
Treachery burned hot in his throat and escaped through tears, but Loki let out a quiet hoarse laugh that rattled his very bones and said, "Your son."
He stood by Thor, at the edge of the Bifrost, where all things spread out before them.
"You are leaving, then," Thor said, without a question at heart.
"I have my answers. Now I only seek my own place," Loki replied softly.
Thor glanced at him, "As a king?"
"As who I choose to be," Loki said, shrugging (human manners), "If that means a throne, then so be it."
Thor frowned.
Loki smirked, opening his palms up in peace, "As it stands, I have yet to decide."
"That is well," Thor finally said.
Is it? Loki thought to himself, but he has learned something, among the warmongering and madness. He's learned to keep his mouth shut when need be.
Loki vanished from Asgard.
And Spock found him.
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