Loki | MCU (subtletrick) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-09-17 14:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | loki |
Who? Loki & Ghost!Laufey
What? Confusion, mostly.
Where? Various, random desert.
When? Backdated to early plot. Like, very beginning-of.
Why? Because of reasons.
Rating? Moderate. Mentions of semi-graphic violence, that's about it.
It started with a chill that didn't seem to stop. Loki rarely felt cold - he understood, now, why that was, of course, why he had never been suceptable to the cold the way his brother and the other Aesir were... Still, he knew enough of what the sensation felt like to recognize it - the shivers that slid through him, the ice pooling in his veins, in his gut, whispering along the edges of his awareness like something sentient. Cold. It wasn't crippling, but it was uncomfortable, and it was out of place, and he wanted it gone.
The chill was soon accompanied by a lingering feeling of being watched, like the very walls had eyes, like all of those eyes were judging, and that was far from an unfamiliar feeling, as well. Raised the second prince of Asgard, Loki was accustomed to being watched; smaller and weaker than his brother, more talented with magic and deception than the others felt was safe, he was used to being judged. It hardly mattered, anymore, he had long since grown to realize their opinions meant little, but this, this unsettled him.
A quick jump to Iceland did nothing to ease the feeling, nor did the following three, to various other places. The chill did not abate in the middle of the desert, either, defying the hot sun. Whatever this was, it was not limited to the complex, or to his home. This was something on him, something tethered to him that he was dragging along wherever he went. He stayed where he had landed, feet planted in heated sand quickly going cold, and reached out with his magic to find that tether, to find somewhere he could cut it off so he could be free from it...
Laughter sounded from behind him, and Loki whirled, already pulling daggers and magic to readiness, stopping abruptly from shock at who stood there. Laufey. Laufey, who should not have been here, should not have been able to follow him even if he had somehow recently arrived in Lawrence without Loki's noticing, should not have been standing in the desert laughing.
It was shock alone that kept him from lashing out, or killing the man immediately. He felt nothing resembling familial fondness for him, nor mercy - nor did he have any real desire to associate himself with the king of the frost giants, the ruler of the wasteland that was Jotunheim.
His father.
No. That was not an acceptable thought pattern. He may not have been truly the son of Odin, but this monster held no claim to him, either.
"You think you're clever," the monster's voice is low and mocking, gravel and ice, "You think you're different?"
Loki ignored him, pressed his lips together and watched impassively as the Jotun crept in closer, towering over him. He refused to feel intimidated. He was hallucinating - or something else was going on, something had happened, but this was not real. No harm could come to him based on imaginary images. That was the way of things. Loki knew illusion-magics very well, and he knew that the more real one allowed something to seem, the more hold the illusion had on them. He would not allow this image of Laufey to get any more of a hold on him. If he refused to be intimidated, it would fall flat, and the image would disappear.
The temperature continued to drop, though, and Laufey's hand reached out towards him, catching his arm and immediately his own skin began to change, to shift to match Laufey's own. It did not seem to matter whether he wanted the transformation - even knowing what it was, and how to induce it, it seemed he could fight it no more than he could fight something as natural as blinking now blood-red eyes.
He tugged his arm free with a snarl, lashing out immediately with a magic-infused blade, going for a vital place, going in for the kill. His blade alone should have been enough to tear out the throat of an ordinary being; infused with magic, it should have been more than sufficient to rend quite a large hole in this enemy's gut, tear him open and spill his innards across the sand. But it did nothing, really - and Laufey's laughter rang out once again as Loki's magic carried him back to Lawrence.
Laufey followed.
Something was very wrong.