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Loki (hamrammr) wrote in chaosisland,

Loki had been stuck in his own little world. His concentration was solely focused on himself. He was playing with the energies inside of him. The infinity stones had left a mark. Some of their energies still lingering. They were weak. A lot weaker than the stones themselves. But even a small whale was still a whale... even a lion cub could still be the king of cats. He used the energies... practised with them. The different colours of the stones swirled around him as he tried use their power. The task he had set himself seemed trivial compared to the energy he was expanding. He tried to move the apple tree outside of his home forward in time. Bring it to a point where it harboured fruit. So far, it was a hit and miss operation. It had grown a few extra leaves. Nothing more. Yet, it had attacked him viciously. To draw on these energies, he had to give up his life. An easy thing to do for a man who switched between the world of the living and the dead through sheer will. But it do did not stop there. Parts of skin had started to rot. It always cost him a little bit of concentration to stay in shape... to pass as a living man at a moment where his heart wasn't beating. That concentration was missing now and the wounds inflicted by death and the violent streaks of the stones' energies were not healed and instead had tuned him into a grotesque figure.

While not much could have gained the sorcerer's attention at that moment, a knife into his flesh did the trick. From one moment to the other, Loki’s conscious returned to the here and now. The swirls of magic stopped and the man opened his eyes. He glanced down at the point where the knife was sticking out of his flesh, then up at the man who had caused the wound. It hurt. But it wasn't the overwhelming pain a living body might have felt.

"Whatever gave you the idea that that was a wise thing to do..." His tone was blank as he took in the appearance of the feral man in front of him.