𝙡𝙤𝙠𝙞 (thorblocked) wrote in notebookthreads, @ 2015-05-26 16:46:00 |
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The fallen prince had not seen Midgard since he had brought an army down upon one of its cities, waging a war he would never have begun if he had been given the choice. This forsaken place was full of ill feelings and memories, of people who did not know a thing about him or his struggle. When Loki had last walked along the surface of this realm, his mind had been clouded by what he now knew to be a stone inside the sceptre. All that time, he had been battling his will with that of Thanos and Loki had lost. He had become a pawn and then torn down and locked away. Trapped inside that cage in the bowels of his ignorant father's kingdom, Loki rotted away. He remained confined there and unable to help save his beloved mother, perhaps the only person in all of the nine realms that he loved and who loved him. He remained in his cell, unable to be present for his mother's funeral, only told of her death after it had begun. Despite the fragility of his mind, Loki could remember and cling to his old grudges, fuelled by hatred of the man responsible for the death of his mother and fear of the only being in the universe to control his mind. Once Malekith was destroyed, only one player remained and Loki usurped the throne of the realm he hated to be able to prepare for the time that madman would come seeking the stones that Loki lost when he was beaten by the Avengers. All of his preparations, however, were halted now that he was here, standing on the black pavement of these streets. Anger and betrayal and fear had become Loki's only companions since his second 'death' on the dying realm of Svartalfheim and they had not left him yet. Overcome with helplessness and frustration, he felt his natural Asgardian disguise slip as tendrils of ice formed in the air around his fingertips to swirl to the ground. As he walked, he left an aggravated and broken line of frost in his wake, not caring for any damages done, only seeking an outlet. |