Loki and Sigyn [One Shot]
WARNING - THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THOR: THE DARK WORLD.
Loki paced around the empty palace, his gaze cast along the very familiar halls that he had known since childhood. How different he viewed this place now. There had once been a time when he’d looked around in wonder and marvel as he imagined a day that this place might be his were he to become king. Now, he looked at them with the certain satisfaction that this place was his and he was king. It had certainly been the most extreme and roundabout way to acquire the throne, but it was his now, and no one even knew.
It hadn’t been his own fault that such a longing and desire had been placed in him. Odin had been the one to continuously feed him the lie that he was born to be a king. Had not those been his exact words on the day when the Allfather had taken the two young princes to the weapons vault as he told them the story of how he’d vanquished the Frost Giants? Loki clo
White Knight Prologue
“I’m not running because I want to, I’m running because I have to.”
It was sometimes difficult for Elatha to believe those had ever been her words, but there was no way she could deny that she had been the one to speak them. She hated the thought of running, but she knew it was necessary. She couldn’t live this life forever. She couldn’t live this life for another week. She wanted the chance to escape, and it seemed that now was her only real chance.
Elatha loved her family – she would never deny it or attempt to say otherwise. She loved her parents and she loved her sister, but what she didn’t love what the burden of restrictions she was forced to live under. Were it just that her parents were strict, she could handle. But the Order kept a tight leash around them all, and particularly herself and her father. They used him to bend her to their will. A daughter could not disobey her father, even when they
Defiance - A Child's Cry Part 9
“Jotunheim?” Thor repeated. “Why would they go there?”
Loki gave a slight shrug. “Undoubtedly they did not intend to. You said Sif attacked him before he could set down the last stone. Having to make such a hurried escape and being rather distracted, he set down the wrong stone.” He glanced from the “Jotunheim” stone in his hand to the “Midgard” stone Thor held. “They look similar enough.”
Again Thor glanced down to the stone in his hand as he wondered what exactly he should now do. The obvious answer was to go to Jotunheim, but it would take at least a few days before all the necessary preparations could be made – not counting the overall danger of even going to Jotunheim. With the Bifrost gone, dark energy was the only way to travel between realms, and there were only a select few who could use such magic – a select few that included Loki.
Silence - A Child's Cry Part 1
It had been a bloody battle, to say the least. Countless soldiers from each side had been killed all over the palace. The chance of finding survivors among the carnage was unlikely at this point, but soldiers were still sent out to search. The people still wanted the hope that all had not been lost.
Hope. It was such a weak sentiment. What good was hope in a time like this? Hope would not get them anywhere with retaliation. Revenge, anger, that was all one needed. But Thor is ever hopeful…and pathetic.
Loki strolled down what was once a grand hall in the palace, taking little notice of the desolation around him. He had wanted, no needed, to get away from the screaming and crying of those who had survived. Their screams were aggravating to him. It probably would not have bothered him so much if he had caused their screams…
In the silence he looked around, trying to remember how the palace looked before the attack. Even he had trouble remembering what it onc
Forgotten ~ Christmas Special [LokixReader]
~MISTLETOE AND MISCHIEF~
Loki and your timing for returning to Manhattan had been rather perfect, having just missed the Thanksgiving holiday, which would have just been absolute chaos to have gone through. Loki and you stayed around the apartment for most of the time, going out here and there and just wandering around the city on whatever whim you desired. There was a certain, unique pleasure of this time you spent with Loki. He was completely laid back, which was something you hadn’t seen much of until now, and he seemed…content. It wasn’t a bad thing – far from it. It was just so…different. This was the first time that you really felt that you and Loki were more than just companions on the same mission. For the first time, you real
Retribution - A Child's Cry Part 15
“So you intend to kill me, is that it, Loki?” Titus inquired as he gripped his sword and slowly began to move. “Are you so set on retribution?”
Loki watched Titus with his cold glare as the two began circling each other. “I’ve killed for less,” he replied simply, stopping as he faced the man before him as he tilted his head up slightly. “And taking the one thing I love from me – that is certainly worth killing for.”
Titus grinned. “You think you’re so much better than your brother. That you don’t act as rashly as he. But you are just as horrid. Even if you kill me your fate is sealed. Do you really believe that Asgard will be safe for you if you return? You will be executed. You have no salvation.” He taunted.
Loki held his gaze. Titus was right. Returning to Asgard would mean imprisonment and death. But for Caedra, he would return to see her safe.
AOA - Loki's Guest
It wasn’t that Loki didn’t like guests...well maybe it was. It was sort of hard to tell, however, seeing as he NEVER had guests. It could be difficult enough when the All Mother would speak with him on her every whim, but to physically have Asgardians in this apartment? That wasn’t going to happen so long as he had any say in the matter.
But he didn’t have a say in the matter, not when Riyah showed up on his door step.
Riyah was the sister of Fandral the Dashing, who was one of Thor’s comrades. Loki had known both Riyah back in Asgard, but it had taken a long time for him to really notice her. Since things had changed for him recently, though, he had become close with her, or as close as he could be to anyone. She was a lot like him, and yet she was quite different. And while sometimes she had to vie for his attention, she certainly didn’t have to this time.
Maybe it was because she was standing
Nights in Romania were the darkest there seemed to be. The rugged mountains loomed above, shown only by slivers of moonlight that appeared through the thick, dark clouds overhead. Valley floors were covered in thick masses of trees that obscured almost all light through the day and into the night. Without the aid of torch lamp, travel was exceedingly dangerous. Jagged cliffs were often not far beyond one’s current step. Many unsuspecting travelers were claimed by darkness of one form or another.
The darkness was no trouble to the two men that traveled on this night, however. They both knew these lands, these forests. Every beaten path and road was in their memory. There was no twist or turn that would surprise them. Even those things about the terrain that changed over time did not phase them. Both men had keen eyesight, and saw in the night as well as any man would see in daylight.
Each man had his own horse – fine creatures that h
Forgotten ~ Chapter 31 [LokixReader]
~BACK TO BUSINESS~
“Good morning, ________,” Loki whispered as he kissed the base of your neck gently.
You grinned as you turned and buried your face deeper into the soft pillow, hoping that Loki would hardly notice how much you had liked his gentle kiss. “Good morning,” you replied a moment later as you turned your head slightly and glanced at him. “What time is it?” you inquired with a yawn.
Loki glanced to the clock on the nightstand, though it was rather pointless since he knew well enough what time it was anyway. “Seven thirty,” he answered gently as he kissed the back of your neck again.
You groaned as dropped your head. “Why so early?” yo
Forgotten ~ Chapter 33 [LokixReader]
Once __________ had left with the captain of the guard, Loki took the opportunity to slip away. He would eventually return towards the palace, but he was hardly concerned for his companion’s safety. If Odin wished for anything more than a conversation, he would have come with greater force to take them both. Of course, Loki was curious to know why the Allfather would want to speak with her, but he knew she was likely to tell him of it later. Besides, Loki needed the time to himself, and this was the perfect opportunity for it. He weaved unseen through the city to a place close to the border of the city and mountains in the distance. There was a small inn here, and be
Loki and Sigyn [part 2]
WARNING - This story mentions spoilers from Thor: The Dark World.
It had hardly taken Loki any time at all to become used to his role as king under the guise of “Odin.” His impersonation of the former monarch was near perfect, and never was there a sideways glance or was a question raised against the king. Not even Thor suspected a thing, though he was too preoccupied to really notice. Had Loki not given his brother what he wanted? Thor doubted he was truly ready for the throne, claiming he would never be ready. He wanted to protect the Nine Realms as a soldier, and he wanted to be with Jane. All Loki had done was give his consent – or rather, give Odin’s consent.
Loki hardly denied how lucky he had been that Thor had turned down the throne when “Odin” had offered it. For all he knew of his brother and his actions, not even he would have guessed that Thor would not that the throne at such a time. Loki would hardly m
Letters to God
I want a swimming pool for my birthday.
When is the last time you said your prayers?
I called daddy a bad word. Did I sin?
Yes, you did. Always treat your parents with respect.
I cussed again.
You don't have to send me a letter every time you sin.
Mom says I can't play video games late at night. Can I?
What your mother says, goes. Use that time to read your bible.
I don't have a Bible.
You can buy one at your church.
I love you.
I love you too. But why do you call me "Howard"?
That's your name!
What makes you say that?
Animals of the kingdoma tiger hunts prey,
it seeks only what it needs,
it is no monster....
a lion is king,
no animal crosses him,
for he is eldest....
an eagle will fly
but only when the wind calls,
for it knows wisdom....
Fight in battle
With swords of valor,
And medals of scars.
They come home
But then they seek
Which makes them happy
So they call upon
Me, oh yes
I am here to entertain.
I joke about noses
I dance to a poll
And act like a troll
I turn somber
I take before
And make it after
For I am a jester
And I bring happiness
Kings and queens
Laugh at my
And they see
My smiling face
A jester is lucky
For always he smiles;
And forever he laughs
Oh yes, me
I put on a smiling mask
And make bad people laugh
And what about
After the night is gone
And they go home
With loved ones
Does anybody wonder,
About the jester?
No for he,
He should be merry!
He is always happy!
He is always joking!
He is always laughing!
No need to worry about
Our sweet jeste
Imperial HQ for SOPs,Coruscant 1,100 days ABG
As Echo, the last remaining ARC trooper to have survived the execution of Order 66, sat on his bunk with his head in his hands. Images, sequences of events were running through his mind. He can't stop thinking about that terrible night when the Jedi Order fell and the Empire rising from the ashes of the Republic. Echos of the battle were playing in his head. He tried to forget what happened, but the battle raged on in his head.
You don't need a cape to be a heroSome heroes are born glorified;
Praised from the moment of their creation,
Blessed with the gift of greatness.
Others are just born plain,
Lingering in normality and dwelling
In the usual.
The heroic are strong,
Perfection in an imperfect world.
Fighting the immoral and defeating
Those who stand idle with the devil.
These are the idols of our ancestors,
Of our storybooks,
And of our minds and hearts.
That is the only hero known to us.
But there are other exemplars,
Ones we see every day,
Yet fail to notice their grandeur.
These heroes of the norm;
They do not fly with red capes,
or glide like winged angles.
They do not descend from gods,
Or the heavens.
Not all heroes wear capes.
A good deed of kindness,
Courage in the face of danger,
Faith in the face of hell---
All these are qualities deemed valorous.
Done by average people,
So to every child who dreams of being a hero-
You can be an inspirational