I just love the look of the fog in the city. It gives things a much different feel than what I'm used to.
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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
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.
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
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
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
 Nikki's Help
Nikki gave a tired sigh as she pulled herself up and closed the white upright freezer door shut soundly. Brushed a bit of her dark hair out of her face as she grabbed the large cardboard box, now empty, from the cold ground and carried it out of the storage room. Days working at the bed and breakfast and its café were never less than tiring, but today had been a very extensive, hands on day. Aside from her usual job of keeping things running smooth around the place, an order of fifty pounds of chicken breasts had come in for the kitchen, and this being a Friday afternoon, Nikki was the only one around who knew the kitchen well enough to work with everything.
Despite her distaste for handling such a large quantity of raw meat, Nikki spent her whole afternoon cutting and packaging the chicken to be stored in the freezers for dinners that would need to be prepared. She only stopped from her work to cook dinner for the one small family that had been stayi
The Trickster's Seer [Play With Fire]
Celebrations in Asgard were almost too common, at least in Riyah’s opinion. Perhaps it was that she was not fond of large gatherings, or perhaps it was that she had been required to attend nearly every one that made her loathe each more and more as time wore on. The lectures she received from her brother and mother were enough to keep her locked in her room for days, but for the sake of not growing bored with the only room that was her solitary sanctuary, she would attend the feasts as was her duty.
Tonight’s celebration was hardly any different from all the others, and while her mother mingled with the other Asgardian nobles and her brother found his way to tell tales to impress any nearby, Riyah retreated to the farthest corner in the hall opposite the main doors. The feast was so expansive and with so many guests that it extended into the outer courtyard, where bonfires had been lit for light and warmth. Loud as this whole place was, it was qu
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?
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