Defiance - A Child's Cry Part 9Defiance - A Child's Cry Part 93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“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.
AOA - Loki's GuestAOA - Loki's Guest2 years ago in Humor More Like This
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
The Trickster's Seer [Play With Fire]The Trickster's Seer [Play With Fire]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
Loki and Sigyn [One Shot]Loki and Sigyn [One Shot]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
 Nikki's Help Nikki's Help2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Immortals [Prologue]Immortals [Prologue]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Silence - A Child's Cry Part 1Silence - A Child's Cry Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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 15Retribution - A Child's Cry Part 152 years ago in Drama More Like This
“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.
Forgotten ~ Christmas Special [LokixReader]Forgotten ~ Christmas Special [LokixReader]2 years ago in Humor More Like This
~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
Play With FirePlay With Fire2 years ago in Drama More Like This
If ever there was a person who could be compared to that of a flame, it would have to be Loki. He burned bright, and was as dangerous as he could be helpful. There were times that he was a devastating being, and there were times that he gave aid to those that needed, just like fire. Loki had always been cunning and mischievous, but his more recent actions made everyone believe that he was too dangerous to be trusted. Aside from Thor, it seemed that there was none in Asgard who believed that there was any good in Loki anymore. Well, everyone except me.
Though I had been one of many not close to him in his time of transformation to what he now is, I saw more than most. Aside from Loki himself, I might be the only one to have witnessed most of what he did…I might be the only one to have seen what he was like in all the times he was alone. My perception of him, therefore, is not entirely the same as the rest.
How is it possible for me to know
Temperance - A Child's Cry Part 5Temperance - A Child's Cry Part 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A FEW DAYS LATER
The hours of the night passed quickly and the first rays of the morning light began to show through the window. The warm light on his face made Loki open his eyes slowly. He had found peace in his sleep, which was not something he could usually find when awake. Sif’s words from the prior night still haunted him. He wondered how much this man Gallan knew of his niece. Not much, it would seem since he had not come for her, and Sif insisted she was the only one that knew Caedra was even related to this man. But Loki could never be careful enough. His bargain with Sif could be easily broken by either person. Even so, Loki couldn’t say he was completely ungrateful that she was giving him something of a chance to keep Caedra.
He glanced down and smiled. Caedra lay curled up against his chest, her hair a tangled mess in her face. She breathed steadily and (more importantly) peacefully. Over the past week she’d had a few more night
Innocence - A Child's Cry Part 2Innocence - A Child's Cry Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Every healer was busily tending to what survivors there were, and with every moment more and more arrived. Loki carried the young girl to him, holding her close. He could feel the stares of everyone as he passed by, wondering what on earth he was doing with this child. He didn’t care what they thought. Let them wonder. Let their minds create whatever horrid stories they would. His only concern was for the child in his arms.
By now the child had stopped crying, and lay still in his arms as she looked around curiously. When the healers were in sight, she had gripped tighter to Loki’s neck, as if she feared being separated from him. He relished the child’s innocent touch. She trusted him completely – it was not something he was used to.
Loki was almost to the healers when someone blocked his path. Loki glared at Thor, who eyed him suspiciously.
“What is this, brother?” Thor inquired, staring at the little child that looked up at him with
Disseverance - A Child's Cry Part 8Disseverance - A Child's Cry Part 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Loki stood on the balcony adjoining his chambers, gazing out across the city with a grave expression. It was as beautiful a day as possible in Asgard, but he did not seem to notice. He didn’t seem to notice anything, for his mind was only focused on one thing – Caedra. What had become of her and Sif? Thor had set out after them the prior evening and if all had gone well he should have already returned. But he was not back yet, which only left Loki to wonder what had happened. Not knowing was driving him mad.
He fingered a piece of fruit between his slender fingers before releasing it to fall to the ground far below. He’d not had much of an appetite since he had been locked in his room. Loki pulled another grape of the vine and let it fall. Grapes were Caedra’s favorite sort of fruit. The child would eagerly eat any she was given, at any time. Loki could only give a faint smile at remembering. He missed her dearly.
“Loki?” he heard Frigga
Goodness - A Child's Cry Part 3Goodness - A Child's Cry Part 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
IN THE HALL OF ASGARD
“And Loki cares for this child?” Odin asked, leaning back into his seat.
Thor nodded. “He will not admit it and he tries very hard to hide it, but I can see that he is different around her. He is gentle and caring – not to mention that he has spent nearly every waking moment by her side.”
“And this child – Caedra, you said her name was – she cares for Loki?"
Thor nodded again. “But that is understandable given the circumstances. She is a young, frightened child and he was the first to find her.” He paused. “What should I do, father?”
Odin sighed deeply. No longer was he king and still he practically giving orders. “It is not my place to tell you what you must do, Thor.” He answered. “I can only give my opinion.”
“Then I would be grateful to hear it.” Thor replied.
Ignorance - A Child's Cry Part 7Ignorance - A Child's Cry Part 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been hours since Loki had been dragged out of the throne room. Just how many hours it had been, he didn’t know, and at this point, didn’t care. He had been screaming and fighting the whole way back to his chambers, and even then he had banged on the door for hours after, all the while continuing to shout and scream. He didn’t care that ultimately it did him no good. He just wanted out. He needed out.
He only fell silent when from complete exhaustion he collapsed on the floor between the door and bed. When he awoke a few hours later, he was still alone, though he could tell that someone had entered while he had been asleep. A tray of food had been placed on the table, as well as a bucket of ice and a think, sturdy cloth.
Loki stood up and glanced down at his hand. It was badly bruised and slightly swollen, especially around his knuckles which had carried the brunt of the force as he’d hit Thor.
 I Have Faith One of the things Khole had always prized herself in was that it took a lot to make her nervous or scared. She had always been able to keep calm, or at least level headed in nearly any situation. A full house at the Bed and Breakfast? She could handle it. Being Nikki’s maid of honor? No problem. Yes, she would still get nervous and excited about things, but she had always been able to stay rational and proceed with usual routines despite what was going on. I Have Faith1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This time, however, she was totally lost to her fear.
While she loved working with Nikki at the B&B, Khole had always desired to perform in theater, acting and/or singing. She had done a lot of local theater, and she liked it, but now the opportunity had arisen for something much larger. McCaw Hall in Seattle was auditioning for the part of Christine in Phantom of the Opera, and Khole greatly desired to get the part.
The audition was a serious thing, and Khole had practice
In Harmony Chapter 1In Harmony Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Late summer, England, 1807
*knock, knock, knock*
“Veronica?” there came the sound of Aunt Mary’s shrill voice from the other side of the closed bedroom door. “Veronica, are you awake?”
Veronica rolled on to her back and gave a tired moan as her eyes fluttered open. She hadn’t the slightest clue as to what time it was as she turned her head slowly and stared out through the glass panel of her bedroom window, the sunlight peeking through and warming parts of the floor and bedding. Taking a guess, she thought it was somewhere in the late morning hours. It was nice to see the sun, given that summer days were soon to be over.
Letters to GodLetters to God2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
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?