█▓▒░ ⊰ ✯ ⊱ ;
❝ it shall be one’s
truest honor, my Lord ❞.
a rather aberrant happenstance, per-
-chance it was ( the young maiden pon-
-ders such as a mere venture to atone for
her rebuttal upon glimpsing what is be-
-yond the bounds of the far- flung cham-
-bers of her own; she ardently fancies,
then, whether the king had heeded of
her unforeseen veer of fervor ), yet still
the fair goddess avows herself to be
steered through a peculiar entanglement
of labyrinthine corridors & sumptuous
halls — pliant footfalls abreast, whilst
those queer, auburn tomes fleetly roam.
Thereon, both were mounted fickly aloft a vast
patch of drizzly terrains — trifling burrows
( & the springtide dame gathers he must
have been hollowing earth for greene-
-ries ) strewn across the dank, barren
landscape, as if lingering so to be ten-
-ded befittingly by the gentlest of touch.
With a vague dip of a hazel crown, her
keen, fathoming gaze swiftly seeks those
gleaming, evergreen hues — questing
for his concurrence, while those coral
lips sunder to unfurl a mellifluous tune.
❝ may i ———? ❞.
& it begins — a meager caress of strange au-
-gury flitting betwixt those lithe fingers,
spun solely by a fervent will as the
quaint string of sorcery throbs zealously
within the arctic breeze before the
youthful wielder bids it forth in haste.
Aye, bizarre, it was ! An unseasoned
blossom ascends deftly skyward — leaf-
-lets borne of ebony grey, florets dark as
the wintry gloom dappled by starlit tin-
-sels, & twice as lovely as the pompons
in the flowering prime.
❝ would you wish
to grant it a name? ❞.
What flora sprouted from the goddess’s
mere touch was as vibrant as Hades
expected it to be. Light, lovely, a sweet
fragrance seeping past the thick miasma
of fire and brimstone that wafted in from
the distant shores of the River Styx. He
stared at it for but a heartbeat, before his
gaze shifted to Persephone’s face.
"Nay, such a creation is not of
my doing. I leave you to name
her. It would be the first of many
in your garden, after all.”
It was then when he deliberately
averted his eyes, refusing to see
the realization dawning on her face
- if she even picked up on the
meaning in his words - and busied
himself with the broad shovel that
he’d summoned into his grasp.
Belladonna sat a good distance away,
watching the two immortals, the forked
tail swishing behind her. It was then when
the hellhound padded up to the goddess,
sniffing, before settling down at her feet
with a contented yawn.
"It still needs deeper ridges for the hedges.
T’would take but a fortnight, but I can see
what I can do to speed the process.”
Of course, there was also the issue that
between the two of them, only one had the
knack for gardening. The only thing Hades
knew how to dig was a grave, but that was
not the purpose of his current project.
|| fostxr ||
MARVEL CHARACTERS + NICKNAMES
Melissa was shocked when he basically shut her down. She was offering him the keys to the kingdom and he had zero interest. The list of things she was capable of was long and she had no desire to sit here and do this song and dance. Either Loki was going to help her or he wasn’t. She just needed to figure out why it was that he hung around here on Earth…
"So tell me, Loki. If you could wish for one thing, one thing that you can’t or won’t accomplish on your own, what would it be?"
The items on the table stopped moving on the table, the tapping fingers freezing in place. “Now someone is asking the right questions,” he intoned, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.
"Thor. Bruised. Broken. At my feet."
Loki flicked his eyes up at her, a sharp look that could penetrate one’s mind and thoughts. Which he could, if he wanted. But he didn’t find it necessary, at least not now.
"Can you do that, my dear? Because if you can, then….this Grant will be yours within the week. Maybe less, depending on my mood.”
|| @yourmostfevereddreams ||
11. an alarm starts sounding and the device informs our characters that it will self destruct in 60 seconds
The wail coming from the shiny black box is irritating, but the message that it leaves is even more so. Loki could have described it as dangerous, had he been anyone else, but he could easily send it to nowhere. However, it wasn’t his hand that pushed the button.
—-it was hers.
"You caused this. You fix it, my dear.”
Carys watched the agents pass them, sticking to the shadows. Between that and her spell, they wouldn’t notice her. She frowned at the large scepter one of them was holding. Closing her eyes a little, she focused her power and…yes. That was the source of what she had been sensing. And based on Loki’s reaction and the way his eyes followed it, what he was looking for.
She pinched his arm to get his attention. “Please tell me we’re not taking on an entire HYDRA fleet just so you can get a shiny toy,” she said. That much power would be dangerous for anyone to wield, and she wasn’t certain if Loki would be able to handle it.
"Oh we’re not. I am. I suspect that beloved Alastor of yours would haunt me to my grave if you so much received a scratch.”
Loki’s voice was low yet feminine, and he flicked another lock of long hair away from his face. It was incredulous to know that females were able to go around with their hair constantly in their face, but to each his or her own. He peeked around the corner again, seeing the agents walk further down the hallway, the taller of the two holding on to the scepter tightly.
It would be difficult for him to get the item unseen, with it being heavily guarded as it was. But he waited until the agents had entered one of the doors, noting where it shut. He was about to transform into his male form when he felt something heavy tug at him, an invisible lasso that tugged him out into full view.
He stumbled, hitting the opposite wall, seeing a tall stranger approach, the scepter pointed at him.
"Well well. Never thought the God of Mischief could look so…ravishing."
|| whrearthmeetsfire ||
"Very funny," Delphine chided with an amused shake of her head. That was nothing close to what her kind did, but she knew he was merely pulling her leg. "Now, where to start when one is thousands of years old…?" She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "History states that you’re the god of mischief and chaos, right? That seems to ring true from this meeting alone." Insignificant though it seemed, his small jests told her that much, although she’d yet to see any of the "chaos" part.
"Yet a very valid query," he pointed out. Loki chuckled at her comment, rubbing the tips of his fingers in an almost thoughtful gesture. "One aspect of my personality that this realm has accurately picked up on, yes. But I suppose that you have yet to learn just how chaoticI can be, yes?” He wasn’t one to show just what he could do on a whim, but if it served to make a point, then it was something he was willing to do.
|| flame-haired-siren ||
When she heard Loki mention a kid was still out there (and by the tone of his voice-not a living dead corpse), she was almost rushing to the cabinet. She knew she couldn’t move it alone, and with how everything occurred moments ago, knew anyone else in her apartment would be unwilling to aid her.
"-We can’t help him…can we?"
Loki listened for a few more seconds, before shaking his head. “No, I think it’s the doctor’s kid. The little girl. Brianna…Breanna..something like that. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
Okay, so maybe his philosophy of ‘protect our own’ was crumbling really fast, but damn it all, there was a kid outside. And she was still alive.
"I know I’m going to regret this," he muttered, giving Annamarie a pointed look. "C’mon, help me push."