dothelokimotion: (In context of the storyteller)
🐍 loki odinson 🐍 ([personal profile] dothelokimotion) wrote2022-03-28 11:28 am
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thecoolerloki: (07.)

[personal profile] thecoolerloki 2022-04-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
I imagined that Ikol would kill me. Literally stab me in the back. I thought it would be painful, physically. I was afraid of that, I suppose.

[Technically speaking, this body of his has never been hurt. Thor's always protected him. He remembers Odin and Laufey's form of discipline still, but Thor had stopped the former once he was reborn, and the latter was dead and would never touch him again.]
thecoolerloki: (43.)

[personal profile] thecoolerloki 2022-04-11 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[His eyes remain focused on the ceiling.]

Are you mad at me? Loki is mad at me.
thecoolerloki: (01.)

[personal profile] thecoolerloki 2022-04-11 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
What, then?

[Or rather, why are you here?]
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[personal profile] thecoolerloki 2022-04-11 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
I would've done it regardless, for what it's worth. I'd been plotting to kill him since the first day I arrived here.
thecoolerloki: (07.)

[personal profile] thecoolerloki 2022-04-11 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Now, I am tired.
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[personal profile] thecoolerloki 2022-04-11 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
I won't. I have too many plans to remain depressed for long. After all, the story has not ended. It shall be continued, as I wish.
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[personal profile] thecoolerloki 2022-04-11 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
The other one I wrote was awful anyways. Although I'd argue that had more to do with my editor than me.

[Not really. The demon might have guided him, but all the ideas were his own.]
thecoolerloki: (46.)

[personal profile] thecoolerloki 2022-04-11 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
I am dead, Loki.

[Yet he wears an odd smile all the same.]

"To die will be an awfully big adventure." I will make sure of it.
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[personal profile] thecoolerloki 2022-04-11 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
A Scottish author wrote that into the head of a boy who could never grow up. I spent some time with those born from British folklore, manipulated wars between tradition and innovation.

Stories within stories. You and I are the same.