logan fox ✶ loki laufeyson (formischief) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-07-02 21:06:00 |
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Who: Anyone and everyone who received one of these. (Expect many sub-threads!)
What: Logan throws a birthday party for himself. Mayhem ensues.
Where: Happy Endings, Chicago.
When: Forward dated to Saturday July 7th, a little after 6 PM.
Warnings: Let's just go with... everything?
Logan Fox didn't care much for birthdays, a gift his foster mother had given him early on in life. The anniversary of his birth had only served as a reminder for her. How her beloved husband cheated on her and killed himself when "that whore" abandoned him. How two months later, a baby was left on her doorstep – a baby she never wanted, whom she hated on sight, who ruined her life just by existing. Logan grew up dreading his birthday, not celebrating it. It was only another year passing by, marking the day his real mother had thrown him to the wolves and forced him to endure a cold, unforgiving winter that lasted two thirds of his life. Logan hated both of his mothers, and on his eighteenth birthday, he killed one of them at the behest of a strange voice in his head. A present to himself, Loki had told him, to change the course of the future.
It had worked. Twelve years later, and Logan Fox was a different man – not a man at all, but a god, and a god could do whatever he wanted. Most of his birthdays passed inconsequentially, and maybe this one would have too (albeit a bit belatedly), if not for two things. First, the fact that he shared his birthday with the one and only Peyton Nichols – an opportunity that was just too perfect to pass up – and second, a girl named Thalia Grayson. Through the miracle of reincarnation, she was now the only family Logan had. Thalia had proven herself to be Thor in every way imaginable; she even had Mjölnir now, thanks to the London incident Logan had orchestrated only a few short weeks ago. For what was Thor without his hammer? Not worth my time, Logan had thought, watching the live broadcasts half a world away. Not worth the trouble.
This party was as much for his new brother as it was to goad Peyton into doing something foolish. A true Asgardian family reunion, complete with a guest list that would surely bring the house down. Logan was prepared for that; in fact, that was exactly what he wanted. Chaos. Judging by the guests who'd already arrived, and then by the Avengers who'd just walked in, he was sure to get it.
Smiling, he rose from his throne when they entered the building and stepped forward, going down the stairs one by one. He paused half-way down, still above them all. "And there came a day, a day unlike any other, when Earth's Mightiest Heroes found themselves united against a common threat," he announced to the room, arms out to either side as he presented his latest guests, a false picture of a gracious host. "Welcome to the party, Avengers. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I will."