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Tweak says, "loser say what?...WHAT!"

Ben Wolf (agoodman) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-02-17 18:55:00

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!marvel comics, *journal, *log, billy kaplan, bobbi morse, eddie nigma, jane foster, loki, thor

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What have you done, Loki?

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Re: [quicklog: thor and loki, asgard's dungeon]

agoodman
2015-03-07 05:04 am UTC (link)

[Though Loki refused to answer why, the answer came soon enough in the conditions he'd laid upon Thor's release. To be alone, to be cast out, to have nothing - when Odin had done the same he'd been cast to Midgard, his people never believed him guilty of crimes.

Loki wanted him separated from his friends on Earth, from any other realm where he might find allies. There would be no talks with the dwarves of Nidavellir or conversations with the court of Vanaheim. He was to be alone. As he had never wished for his brother, but as Loki had wished for him. Cast out and removed from the path to Asgard's throne.

He blinked slowly and took a step back from the golden barrier separating them. Yes, he had wanted Loki at his side, and he at his. He had always hoped to have that again, but now that hope curdled into something else, and anger that normally ran hot as lightning, ran cold as permafrost. He gave a little shake of his head, a denial for all that he was feeling, but it still chilled him and made his palm itch for the handle of Mjolnir.] The next time I see you, I will kill you. [He said slowly, clearly, without the raging snarl that so often accompanied his anger.] Get out of my sight.

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Re: [quicklog: thor and loki, asgard's dungeon]

toberuled
2015-03-10 04:26 am UTC (link)

[What was that fleeting expression? What was that flicker of emotion at Thor's coldness? He had imagined grudging acceptance, perhaps, or pure rage. What a delight that would have been. Not this, though. Not ice and a promise of death that sounded as truthful as it had when their positions had been reversed, when it had been he in the cell and Thor outside it. He had believed him then, that Thor would kill him if betrayed. He believed it now.

A flicker, nothing more. Had the game gone too far, or was he delighted by this unprecedented response? He didn't miss a beat, whatever that second's reaction was, a drop of his guard created by unprecedented surprise. He always did think he would know what came next.

Perhaps it was merely the strangeness of hearing cold rage, not heat. Was that not his demesne?] I am afraid you will need to do the honors. [He smiled, cold and sharp, and extended a hand toward the door. A pair of guards marched up, then, to the bottom of the steps.] See the prisoner out. Make sure he does not stop before the walls of the city.

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Re: [quicklog: thor and loki, asgard's dungeon]

agoodman
2015-03-14 06:03 am UTC (link)

[That flicker, that glimpse behind Loki's carefully constructed mask to something naked, something real and exposed if only for a beat did not soothe Thor. Was it too far? Had Loki finally pushed and taken until their only reconciliation would be a bloody one? Perhaps. Thor meant every word that he said and without its usual heat, it was hard to tell if his anger would pass as it usually did.

Turning his back on Loki, he did not look at him again as the golden shield dropped and he stepped out of the room that had been his cage for little more than a day. He muttered a quiet thanks to the guards, but did not fight them as they led him from the dungeon and outside to golden sun and light blue sky, stars visible just beyond the wisps of clouds. Clouds that he could feel, mold into a thunderhead, but he could not feel Asgard with any greater depth than his feet on her surface. Gone was the awareness of how she moved in the heavens, of her cycles and seasons and there was a small, aching part of him that wanted it back.

Not that it showed on his face or on the expanse of his shoulders or the hard, rigid line of his spine. Thor did not say anything as the pair of guards took him through the streets. Some gave him a wide berth and instead focused their anger and disgust into their looks, the unhappy twist of their mouth and their untrusting eyes. One threw a piece of rotting cabbage, another a chunk of bread, but he did not recoil from those either, just kept ploughing on until they had reached the edge of the city and the manacles around his thick wrists were removed.]

Thank you. [Not that the guards cared, one sneered.]

You heard the king. Don't come back, traitor. [The last words of the guard as they stepped back within the walls and the heavy doors shut him out. Alone. He was alone. He reached for Mjolnir, wondering if that bond too, had been severed, but it had not and a few moments later, she came bursting over the wall to settle warmly into his open palm. His head tilted back and he gave one last look at the high stone walls, specks of mica making them appear as if they were sparkling silver, before he turned and began to walk down the path leading away from the city.]

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