The AftermathLoki flinched when he heard the door open. It had been a few weeks since had had been let out of his prison and was allowed to roam free, as long as someone was with him at all times. That someone was usually Thor, who was trying his hardest to make Loki understand that everything was in the past, that Thor still loved his brother. Loki had been able to meet most of the Avengers since his release. All but one.The Aftermath by BlackRougeRaven
She walked through the door, red hair tied up in a loose ponytail. She had abandoned her SHIELD uniform for a tank top and jeans and sipped slowly from a can of Coca-Cola.
Natasha nodded her head in Loki’s direction, but if she had noticed his twitching, she didn’t let on. Ever since she had made her way into Loki’s mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about her; he wanted her out. Her words kept pestering his thoughts, keeping him up at night thinking about how wrong he was to believe he was a ruler, a king.
“So, Loki, how are you holding up?” She
My Bleeding HeartMy Bleeding Heart by BlackRougeRaven
"You're a monster!"
"No, you brought the monster."
Natasha smirked as she realized his plan, clueing in whoever was on the receiving end of the intercom. Loki started at her, bewildered.
The red-head grinned as she said, "Thank you, for your cooperation."
Loki banged his fists on the side of his new prison cell, growling in rage silently through his muzzle. The memory and handcuffs seemed to mock him, as they both lingered where they were, in his mind and on his body, unwilling to leave his side. He understood why the bonds frustrated him, but he was unaware as to why the Russian SHIELD agent decided to torment his thoughts.
Those words. It was those wretched words. They echoed in his mind, laughing, mocking him. He swung his arms towards the wall again, taking satisfaction in the deep, resonating clang it made. Loki's eyes wandered to his wrists, eyebrows furrowing when he noticed a thin trail of blood flowing out of the bonds that wrapped his entire forearm and watched it tric
Cleverbot VS. CleverbotCleverbot: Are you real?
Cleverbot (To myself): Yes I am a human.
Cleverbot (To myself): You are not a human.
Cleverbot (To myself): Yes I am.
Cleverbot (To myself): Can you jump?
Cleverbot (To myself): Yes and you?
Cleverbot (To myself): Yes.
Cleverbot (To myself): Are you a boy or a girl?
Cleverbot (To myself): A boy.
Cleverbot (To myself): How old are you?
Cleverbot (To myself): 15. Why?
Cleverbot (To myself): I'm just curious.
Cleverbot (To myself): Careful. Don't you know the story of The Walrus and The Carpenter?
Cleverbot (To myself): Yes.
Cleverbot (To myself): Where is it from?
Cleverbot (To myself): The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Cleverbot (To myself): What if I read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in America?
Cleverbot (To myself): You'll read the word 'Belgium' more often.
Cleverbot (To myself): The doctor of what?
Cleverbot (To myself): Just the Doctor.
Cleverbot (To myself): You are just the doctor of LIES.
Cleverbot (To myself): Yes, I'm The Doctor.
ASDF hints and tipsIf you're in ASDF World, here's some notes:
1. The police come when you get a nose.
2. Ties are evil and murderous.
3. Parking meters talk to you.
4. If you smell someone's flower, a monster will explode out of the person's body, but will retract seconds later.
5. There's a pointless button, and does nothing when you press it.
6. If you punch someone, you will level up.
7. There's a superhero that turns into a tree.
8. Potatoes are alive, and are killed by being squished.
9. Cakes are alive, and have families. Warning: Don't slice them.
10. Cakes have cupcakes for children.
11. If you tell someone that he's gay, he'll stab you before you know it.
12. There are pies with pie flavor.
13. There's a kid who says "I like trains". Afterwards he will get run over by a train.
14. Someone steals your lungs if you see "Gullible" on the ceiling.
15. If you try to squash an potato, occasionally he will put on glasses and bring out his gun, and will say: "Not today."
16. There's a clown who teaches
Half a Battle - PrologueAnd to think they were gathered there for him. Loki, of all people. He supposed it was flattering, in a roundabout sort of manner. So many had convened to witness the verdict of his trial. They lined the walls, adorned in their finest garments dresses whose many shimmering layers gave the impression of being as delicate gossamer yet sturdy as mail; regal cloaks clustered together also cluttered the corners, the armor they obscured polished to a blinding gleam.
Loki, by comparison, was rather underdressed. The months since his defeat, the weeks spanning the course of his complicated and very long trial, had been spent wearing variants of the same basic clothing. With his powers stripped to their bare minimum it was difficult to summon up enough glamour to influence his outward appearance; much less duplicate himself, resist, or make an escape attempt.
Hushed whispers filled the air; everyone was conversing with their neighbors, their sharp and inquisitive words inaudible to Loki'
Snowstorm-A Young Asgard (mis)Adventure On a mission for their father, Thor and Loki get lost in a snowstorm and find shelter with an odd host.
"This place looks familiar. Let's go this way."
Loki slid a glance at his brother and nearly sighed. His hands were on his hips and he was gazing at a snow bank like he knew what he was doing. Or rather where he was going. "Why don't you admit we're lost, Thor?"
"A real man is never lost, Brother, he is finding his path in life."
A black brow lifted at that. Philosophy? From Thor? "Yeah, sure, I'm going to ask somebody for directions."
"Who is there to ask?" Thor questioned. "We have not seen anyone since we arrived here."
True enough, but that wasn't going to stop Loki from asking the first person they did find. All this wandering aimlessly through the snow was pointless. You couldn't tell one direction from the next because everything was covered in white and with the blowing wind it was impossible to know if they'd been here before because their tracks were already c
Is there fire inside of that beating heart?He did not know when it started, but he thought it was around the time when he became older, and more conscious about the world around him. Or more specific, the people.
He was different, he always knew that, but it was not until a certain point in his life he knew how different he was. He had always been weak, and instead of spending time at the training grounds he went to the library, learning about history and magic. His hair was black as the night, while most people in Asgard had blonde hair.
Loki was different, and he did not like it at all. Thor's friends did not want to be around him and the adults always snapped at him as soon as he came close to them.
Even his mother and father treated him different from how they treated Thor. They praised Thor all the time, and overlooked everything Loki did. And when he became a teenager he started to prank people instead of trying to impress them, which made him even more of an outcast. He could not get their attention by being good, so he
A ShadowThor retrospectively looking at memories Loki's taunts and actions have brought back to the surface.
You remember a shadow? Shall I tell you what I remember, Brother?
"Brothers are very special things, my son," Frigga told the little boy holding her hand. "They are a precious gift we must always watch over."
"Yes, Mama," he said, grinning at her.
Frigga smiled back and scooped up her body. "Come, let's find your father, Thor."
He giggled and wrapped his small arms around her neck.
Now that she was no longer held back by his tiny legs, Frigga easily walked the halls of the palace. She knew where Odin was with their new son and it didn't take her long to get to him. Even if she hadn't known, she could have easily followed the cries of their newest family member.
They got louder as she opened the door and Thor shifted against her to look. Odin was seated on a long bench with the setting sun shining in behind him. In his arms, wrapped in a green blanket threaded with gold, was their
Chapter 2- A Forgotten MemoryDarkness faded and light peeked through Loki's pale eyelids, exposing the shocking emerald spheres beneath. He lay, panting on the floor, gasping for air, trying to make sense of what had happened. His eyes searched the room where he had fallen some time ago, taking in the blurry scarlet curtains, enclosing the morning sunlight behind them. A glass lamp lay shattered on the floor beneath the bedside table; it had undoubtedly fallen in his struggle for consciousness the night before.
Loki blinked, his eyes still adjusting to the light of day, and with what little strength he had left, tried to get up. Leaning against a dresser for support, he shakily stood up, struggling with the heavy force upon his body not to collapse back onto the floor. Almost immediately, he felt the throbbing in his head once more and struggled to stay on his feet.
"Damn." He breathed, closing his eyes once more, the vibrations in his head pulsating with pain. What had happened to him last night? But no matter ho
Chapter 1- A Forgotten MemoryLOKI--
All he could see were streets of people. Old and young. Women; holding their crying babies as they boarded the bus, and still others, shuffling along, juggling their bags and papers, their coffee spilling to the ground. Men, some old hobbling slowly across a street bombarded with the honking of impatient drivers. While others young, strutting along the sidewalk with their stern, sleek silhouette. So much noise. So many people. So many things that could go wrong; all on this one day, in this one place, full of comers and goers.
A young, slender man walked casually along, almost as if he was in a daydream, taking no notice of the people around him. Just calculating. He could trip that woman there, causing her to fall into that trash can, which would in turn roll out into the middle of the road, and cause that oncoming bus to collide with that red Volkswagen, causing a horrible street jam. Or, he of course could knock that can of liquor from that man's hand, which would fall direct
I am damned.I am called to trial for my life.
Before a jury of Asir and mortals.
How very hilarious.
You mortals convene to loosely decide the fate of a god.
How very righteous of you.
I, however; cannot be called "righteous." I cannot even be thought to be redeemable.
All hope of reconciliation was lost when I let go.
My brother- he who so claims to be my brother- the oaf, of course, would argue otherwise- that I was and am redeemable.
To call one who has already been claimed with such accusations as I redeemable would be the equivalent of believing that, a monstrous creature set free of its cage, would not bring harm to those who gave him freedom.
I have been given such titles as malevolent, cruel, liar, thief, and murderer.
I stand trial before my subjects with such accusations;
And I am guilty of every one.
Some have even gone so far as to "accuse" me of being death himself.
I, however; am simply a cause of death.
The Biggest LieThe Biggest Lie
~In honor of NepherimCrystal's The Biggest Lie image~
It was ironic, that everything would end here, in this cold wasteland of a Realm. All the lies and falsehoods that spun his tapestry would come undone here, it was fitting almost. In a cruel, twisted sort of way that is, deceit began and would end here.
Loki mustered the last reserves of his magic and departed from the battlefield, a barren stretch of bloodstained ice and snow scattered with hundreds of frost giants and Aesir, some still locked in the last steps of battle-dance. He had lost, after all that time plotting and scheming to overcome Thor and that pitiful group the Avengers. A sneer curled his lips as a flash of green deposited the Trickster into a shallow snow bank, his face twisting in agony as he tugged at the protrusion from his stomach.
Betrayed. In the end of it all, when Thor and his friends and the Aesir defeated his army of Frost Giants, when defeat was certain; he had been betrayed. We
'A Softer Side of Loki'
How long had it been?
How long since he came to Midgard, not to conquer, but simply to visit?
Loki pondered this further as he walked down the very streets that he had destroyed in his battle against the Avengers. It was funny; seeing how everything was initially reduced to rubble when he was last here, but it had (mostly) returned to normal. The people were about their usual business, not even noticing the God who had destroyed the city walking down the streets.
Then again, was he even really a God?
When he was released from imprisonment, he had been placed under the care of Thor, his oh so perfect brother and he was stripped of his powers. Was it meant to reduce any possible 'risk' that could take place? He wouldn't know. He didn't really care anymore.
He was still a prisoner.
Loki sighed to himself, contemplating what had been happening. He had forced to live at the v
They Always LaughThey always laughed.
Hardily and meaningful, and increased in so as more alcohol built up in their systems.
I wanted to poison all of their drinks as I served them, but I knew Thor had his eyes on me. At all times he did.
It had been months since I had returned to Asgard from Midgard, and months since releasing Thanos' army onto New York.
Thor does not take well to my doings, most of the time. This sent him over the edge.
Odin was not happy with me either, for when I got back I was sentenced to a good era of torture. This involved sewing my lips together as soon as Thor removed the muzzle he had put on me back on Midgard. It hurt, yes, but I did not let anyone know. In their eyes, I was nothing but a meaningless shell that would be their slave. I maintained this as always.
As if Thor could read my mind, he suggested servantry instead of torture. I was secretly happy, for the moment Odin would tie me up and let the venom of the serpe