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
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. Though
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.
Letters to GodDear God,I want a swimming pool for my birthday.Love,JimmyDear Jimmy,When is the last time you said your prayers?Love,GodDear God,Never mind.Love,Jimmy------Dear God,I called daddy a bad word. Did I sin?SallyDear Sally,Yes, you did. Always treat your parents with respect.Love,GodDear God,I'm sorry.SallyDear Sally,You're forgiven.Love,GodDear God,I cussed again.SallyDear Sally,You don't have to send me a letter every time you sin.Love,GodDear God,Sorry.Sally------Dear God,Mom says I can't play video games late at night. Can I?Yours truly,BrianDear Brian,What your mother says, goes. Use that time to read your bible.Love,GodDear God,I don't have a Bible.Yours truly,BrianDear Brian,You can buy one at your church.Love,God------Dear Howard,I love you.Love,JennyDear JennyI love you too. But why do you call me "Howard"?Love,GodDear Howard,That's your name!Love,JennyDear Jenny,What makes you say that?Love,GodDear Howard,
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 flybut only when the wind calls,for it knows wisdom....
The JesterWarriorsFight in battleEmerge victoriousWith swords of valor,And medals of scars.They come homeTo maidensAnd bridesBut then they seekThat laugherWhich makes them happySo they call uponMe….Me, oh yesLucky meI am here to entertain.I joke about nosesTeeth,And poses.I dance to a pollAnd act like a trollI turn somberInto laughterI take beforeAnd make it afterFor I am a jesterAnd I bring happinessTo all!Kings and queensLaugh at myHatBootsAnd they seeMy smiling faceA jester is luckyThey sayFor always he smiles;And forever he laughsAt himselfOh yes, meLucky jesterI put on a smiling maskAnd make bad people laughAnd what aboutPaupers,And peasantsAnd kingsAnd queens?After the night is goneAnd they go homeWith loved onesAnd childrenAnd happiness.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 aboutOur sweet jeste
Torn Prologue Imperial HQ for SOPs,Coruscant 1,100 days ABGAs 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 dwellingIn the usual.The heroic are strong,Tall, handsome.Perfection in an imperfect world.Fighting the immoral and defeatingThose 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.These iconsAre youAnd meAnd himAnd her.Yes,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,Average heroes. So to every child who dreams of being a hero-You can be an inspirational