Picnic [Loki x Reader (pt 14)]Instead of leading you down stairs and hallways, like you had expected, Loki led you up. You tried to keep track of how many turns you made and which directions they went in, but there were too many and your mind was too far away.More Like This
Loki easily pushed open a door at the very top of a steep staircase and motioned for you to go first.
You stepped onto a rooftop terrace, where the most beautiful garden you had ever seen was in full bloom. Trees and flowers and shrubbery. A paradise in the sky.
“How in the world....” the end of your sentence eluded you. You really weren't sure where it had been going in the first place. The garden was so beautiful.
“Do you like it?” Loki allowed the door to shut behind him and started down the pathway after you.
You smiled. “I love it.”
There were plants like you'd never seen before, along with ones that were all too familiar. You looked down at the pathway beneath your bare feet. Softer than you would have imagined. Not s
Zoned [Loki x Reader (pt 13)]Loki looked amused, not shocked or surprised. He seemed to hold back a smile as Darcy began her rant.More Like This
“You say you won't keep me here, but every time I find a door to outside, it's locked. I tried picking them. I tried kicking them. I tried every trick in the book, but no. I'm a prisoner here. Is this your idea of liberty?”
Loki's face dimmed, something dark appeared in his eyes. In a few furious strides, he was standing directly in front of Darcy, looking down at her. Menacing. Intimidating.
“You've heard me say it before, I will say it again now. You mortals crave subjugation. Even you are no exception.”
Darcy blinked a few times and took a step back. “Jane was right. You're creepy.” She peered around him to stare at you. “I'm really sorry he dragged you into this. Creeper here doesn't deserve you. You're really great.” She stormed out of the room.
Okay. That was scary. Really scary. He had turned from amused to angry too fast for your
Remember [Loki x Reader (pt 9)]You pushed your hands through your hair. You didn't think it was such a good idea to tell him. You really didn't. But, you had to tell someone, right? You couldn't just hang on to the knowledge and suffer in silence for years. Could you?More Like This
“Why do you think I know who they are?” You asked, trying to avoid the question.
Loki's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly, as though a memory had passed through his mind. “You never asked if I knew who they were. Because you know. There is betrayal behind your despair.”
Betrayal. Yeah. He was right on with that one.
“What do you know of betrayal?” You spat. It hurt too much. You didn't want to tell him.
“More than you would ever know. I was betrayed by my family. My father, my brother. I know the weight of betrayal, and I would not wish it on my worst enemy.” He sighed and waved a hand. The spear disappeared from his hand. “(Y/n), please. Tell me about them.”
You rubbed your eyes, not bot
Safe (Loki x Reader [pt 8])Slowly, you uncovered your head and opened your eyes. A thin sheet of green luminescence held the liquid looking...thing back from you.More Like This
The reddish-black stuff kept hitting it, trying to break through, but the green luminescence held firm. Finally, the red stuff turned, fled, and dissipated into thin air.
Loki raced from the door to the foot board and the green sheet melted away. “(Y/n), are you alright?”
“Yeah, I'm great, thanks for keeping me behind your stupid shield,” Darcy sarcastically threw in his direction.
Loki waved a hand at her, as if to shush her.
Darcy stuck her tongue out at him.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded at him. A thousand questions raced through your mind. What was that stuff? Where had it come from? Why had he protected you?
Loki put a hand on either side of your face and stared into your (e/c) eyes. “Are you certain?”
“I'm fine. Gosh, how many times are you gonna ask?” You pulled awa
Fear [Loki x Reader (pt 7)]FearMore Like This
You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin on top of them. You weren't sure how long it had been, but you were pretty sure your hour was up. Loki was nowhere to be seen. Darcy wasn't back, either, which was strange.
The door flew open, but you saw no one there.
Frightened, you rolled off the bed and pressed yourself into the nearest corner. You grabbed your glass of water from the nightstand. No way was magic going to catch you defenseless.
You could hear footsteps on the floor...or what sounded like footsteps anyway.
The bottom of the blanket on the bed moved, just a bit, as if someone had brushed against it.
You screamed and dropped the glass. It shattered on the floor. You screamed again and tried not to step in the glass shards.
Loki uncloaked himself and rushed forward. He put his hands on your shoulders, and when that didn't calm you down he pulled you into a hug.
“I'm so sorry,” he apologized profusely, shushing you and stroking your hair. &
Wake [Loki x Reader (pt 6)]You tried to open your eyes, but you couldn't. Your veins felt like ice. Better than feeling like the room was 140 degrees.More Like This
Slowly, you managed to pry your heavy eyelids up enough to see the pretty brunette sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed.
“W-what happened?” you tried to speak, but it came out as more of a croak.
The girl shrugged. “He froze you.” She buttered the roll in her hand and took a huge bite.
“Who?” you managed to make the word understandable.
She spoke around the food in her mouth. “Loki. Duh.” She held up a glass with some sort of liquid in it. “Need a drink?”
You nodded and managed to push yourself to a sitting position. The wound in your abdomen, you suddenly realized, barely hurt at all anymore. You accepted the drink, which turned out to be water, and then tried conversation again. “How long have I been out?”
“Two, maybe three days.” She took the cup and set it back on the tra
Cold [Loki x Reader (pt 5)]The cold touch of a stethoscope shocked you awake.More Like This
You tried to jerk to a sitting position, but failed as the doctor – or whoever he was – pressed your shoulders back down to the new mattress.
Loki stroked the hair out of your face, and you leaned into the coolness of his hand.
“I can't do much more than what you're already doing,” the doctor...guy...person...anyway, that's what he said. “We'll just have to hope this fever breaks soon.”
Loki backhanded him, sending him hurtling to the other side of the room. “How dare you call yourself a medic! My patience wears thin. I wish her whole. And I wish it NOW!”
The man coughed a few times as he sucked in huge gulps of air, and then looked up pathetically. “It doesn't work like that. I can't control when the fever breaks. You have to give it time.”
“Get out of my sight,” Loki commanded.
The man quickly scrambled for the door. He didn't even bother to shut it behind himsel
Weapons [Loki x Reader (pt 4)]You felt like all you had been doing was sleeping. You didn't even know how many days had passed since Loki had found you and taken you away from that horrible place.More Like This
“(Y/n), come on! We're going home!” Your little brother called from across the room.
Oh no. The hallucinations were back.
“Go away,” You moaned. You covered your eyes with your hands. Maybe that would make them go away.
“All you need is your nice warm bed,” Your father's voice this time. You peeked out from under your fingers enough to see him standing by the bed.
You were just about to make a snide remark to the nonexistent man when the door flew open.
The sound it made as it banged against the wall was enough to set your head throbbing again.
Loki threw the bedsheets off of you and lifted you gently into his arms. He turned for the door.
“Where are we going?” You mumbled, still half-asleep and in serious pain. You pressed your head closer to Loki's shoulder. The hard armor
Flashback [Loki x Reader (pt 3)]The next time you woke up, it wasn't an entirely unpleasant experience. The ache in your head still throbbed away, but your stomach felt better, aside from being hungry. You had never wanted your mom's chicken soup as badly as you did in that moment.More Like This
You were coherent enough this time to realize that the shivers you were still fighting and the unbearable heat you wished you could run from were both side effects of a dangerously high fever. That probably accounted for your blurry vision and the “memory ghost” – as Loki had called it – of your mom.
Your thoughts wandered back to Loki, which only brought more questions. Hadn't he been sent back to Asgard? How had he escaped? Why had he rescued you? Why was he still trying to make you feel better and tend to your wounds? When had you met him?
Why were his eyes so irresistible?
You would have shook your head to get rid of that thought, but the throbbing wasn't as bad when you kept still. Or so it seemed.
what year is itWoah, this place is dead. Or maybe it's just because I never hang out here anymore.More Like This
Anyways, for you guys who actually want to know what my life is like at the moment, I'll just go ahead and tell you.
I've been okay I guess. I just got my diagnosis for ADHD and I am eagerly waiting for the medication. I've made many more friends than last year, (which, well, was the time where I did not have anything else than internet friends). I've studied people and seen them make good and bad choices, I've seen people smoke, drink, going to parties while I'm at home at the phone trying to comfort them after what they did at the party. I like this lifestyle though. Straight Edge, I think it's called that. I've met a few guys and have had crushes on maaaany, buuuuut unfortunately no signs have been given back to me so I've pretty much just given up on that. After all, I'm young.
Everything is rushing by. I see 12-13 year olds smoke weed and have sex and I'm here wondering what's wrong with the
Ricin Letter Sent To ObamaI'm sure most of you have heard about the ricin-laden letter that was mailed to Obama.More Like This
And if you're like me, you've probably heard or run across comments expressing regret--not that some lowlife scumbag would send such a letter, but that the letter never reached the president. Yes, some people are deplorable enough to want to see the president's life endangered.
Folks, please don't act like that!
I'm no fan of Obama, but I don't want to see the man dead. I don't want him to be assassinated. I want him indicted with war crimes, or at least impeached. I may not like the guy, but I'm not going to wish death upon him. That's simply not American. Or human.
The Last TimeIt's January, or April. I don't know the year, it's been so long, and I'm trapped beneath the earth, in this freezing and disgustingly most, dark cell. These rusted chains are grinding and slicing their way into my arms, I know I'm bleeding out but, all that's left is this silent, unforgiving nightmare of a room.More Like This
I can't escape.
My body is numb.
I can't escape.
I try to move, it's too painful, and it hurts all too much. My arms just ache and thrive in agony; there is nothing I can do to break free. I feel like I'm being watched, constantly. Strange visions cloud my mind and mess with my head, are they memories? I don't know. Loud and unflinching, I shout out,
"HEY," No answer, "ANYBODY THERE? WHERE AM I" Still no answer.
I am too weak to try again, suddenly my ears catch a sound, the sound of bone being broken and grated against steel. My stomach churns as I try not to think about it. The sound came again, this time it was followed by a horrific scream. I thought I
Vox Day Is One Sick PuppyWhen I heard about Vox Day, I was ecstatic to learn about a prominent and outspoken Christian libertarian blogger.More Like This
I have since downloaded his e-book The Irrational Atheist, which I found to be a thorough and witty critique of the New Atheists and their arguments. So I only assume that his blog posts would be equally as witty and insightful.
Then I read his blog. Turns out the man is a nutter!
You know how most leftists consider libertarians to be privileged white boys trying to desperately protect their "privilege"? Well, Vox Day would be one reason why they assume that.
For starters, Vox Day once argued that working women were more detrimental to society than rapists.
I wish I was kidding!
But that's nothing compared to what he wrote
Where does your Art lead ( you/others) ?Hear what Father Rossignoli relates in his Merveilles du Purgatoire :More Like This
A painter of great skill and otherwise exemplary life had once made a painting not at all conformable to the strict rules of Christian modesty. It was one of those paintings which, under the pretext of being works of art, are found in the best families, and the sight of which causes the loss of so many souls.
True art is an inspiration from Heaven, which elevates the soul to God; profane art, which appeals to the senses only, which presents to the eye nothing but the beauties of flesh and blood, is but an inspiration of the evil spirit ; his works, brilliant though they may be, are not works of art, and the name is falsely attributed to them. They are the infamous productions of a corrupt imagination. The artist of whom we speak had allowed himself to be misled in this point by bad example. Soon, however, renouncing this pernicious style, he confined himself t
Gods GiftAn Angel perches within stride,More Like This
Watching over the prophetic tide.
Marveling at the dexterous diction that came from the inside,
A soul of brutal purity. Mine.
One constructed on sparse nurturing.
On the verge of mind and body Rebelling.
An Angel perches withing stride, Delighted.
I ponder the ocean, land and people,
My Shadow made, left to its own devices,
Should outlast to become their coequal.
With its own Hierarchy and acceptable vices.
I ponder very curse i write,
Every maker I smite.
All knowing a Demon perches,
Within Stride, as my mind searches
For a way to scrawl my way out of time
Back into an existing sublime,
While Heaven and Hell perch within stride,
I mustn't shift the tide.
I walk a very delicate line.