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07/23/2015 04:50 PM  The coming of Sleipnir- Loki's Ramblings The coming of Sleipnir Loki~God of Mischief�-ζ◊ค - I would tell you a little story! It is a story I have been meaning to tell, maybe a hundred different times. Yet when I start to write...Well maybe something's are just to hard to explain! So let me start by saying this. Every villain is a hero, within his own mind! Many things Midgardian's take for truth, like the worth or alignment, good or bad of those they would call Gods. It doesn't matter if they have not witnessed the event, or seen first hand the creation of such marvelous tales or hero's.  Much, is words passed down though centuries. Generations have listened to in awe relaying the tales from mouth to mouth, mind to mind; and so they have become gospel! Each God assuming their given role in any tale, their own station within the mythology of Midgard. Am I saying this is contrite? ..No...Its just what it is... Something each of us, might face on any given day with the decisions we might make. One son who doesn't want the throne, another who wanted it too much. Is that really Odin's legacy?  Perhaps what I shall tell you, will make you question what you thought to believe truth- ---------------------------- For many Ages war had raged between the Jotuniheim Frost Giants and Asgard. To explain the origins of this war, I would have to tell events that pre-dated back to when Odin and his brothers Vili and Ve, killed Ymir; the first ever Frostgiant.  An account of History I do not believe you have time to read this day, or for me to have the time to tell. Now one day, not long after Odin had built Valhalla , word reached Asgard of an impending attack  that was being planned upon the realm Eternal.  The FrostGiant's were massing an army  of immense size and if successfully, it would seal Asgard's doom! Bringing forth Ragnarok ages earlier then had ever been imagines or realized.  Resource were short in Asgard, with the God's and Odin's, attention having been focused upon the creation of Valhalla. So is it not safe to surmise that a meeting was held. A meeting all within Asgard, attended! Upon commencement of this meeting, there came a visitor. A giant amongst men! A stone Mason by trade.He claimed he had the answer to Asgard's problem. A way to stop the Frost Giants from ever being a threat again. Through three seasons, he would build a wall; that would tower high into the sky surrounding Asgard safely within!  Asgard rejoiced in the news!  The solution it seemed was perfect, that was until the Stonemason stated his price. He would ask for the Goddess Freyja's hand in marriage, the sun and the moon!  Asgard in deed, did despair! It is true, then I did step forward. It was I whom proposed to Odin, that we barter in this deal. Instead of threes season, that it be done in one! That we allow the Stone mansion the use of his horse.Was it not a fair assumption that he, the stone mason would never complete the task? Yet leave the foundations for his wall, for the God's themselves to then build upon? At the time it felt the only plausible option, a way to get what Asgard needed. One that would not see the 'perturbed Freya' wedded against her will and would still ensure Asgard was well upon its way to securing its borders also. I alone can not make a decision. I can only offer suggestions. Especially when it comes to the fate of so many. It was not my hand that forced the other God's to agree. That decision should have fallen upon their own shoulders as like the old Midardian saying go's - You can lead a Horse to water, but you can not make it drink- In the days that followed it soon became obvious that the Stone mason had fooled us all. Indeed he was in fact a FrostGiant, and his Horse; A Stallion named Svaoilfari was no normal horse. Yet still Odin and the other Gods relished in amazement at how quickly the Wall that would protect them all, was forming around Asgard. Each night the Stone Mason and Svaoilfari would enter the Forests. Each night, Svaoilfari would be seen hauling massive boulder after boulder, back for the Stone Mason to place with precision upon the ever growing wall. While we, all of us! Sat back and did nothing! As Winter began to draw to a close, it became obvious that the Stone Mason would keep his end of the bargain. It was then I found myself dragged before Odin! Accused of trickery, of deceit! Trickery and deceit of what!... I now ask you...  Did they not have eyes, to see for themselves? Did i in any way force their hands? Was Odin not capable of doing anything, while he whiled away the long winter days with his son Thor at side, Drinking mead and relishing in the power they believed was righteously bestowed upon them?  I ask you now... Is it not easier to lay the blame elsewhere? To save ones pride, by pointing a finger at another? To cast away your guilt so easy and fool yourself into thinking, it was never your fault? And so it was. As I had been the one to suggest, that Stone Mason build the wall in one Season; rather then three. A suggestion that was greedily relished by all at the time. I was deemed to be the one to fix Asgard's problem! To stop the Stonemason from completing his task. So he would then forfeit his bargain. What of the mighty Odin - of Thor you may well ask? It would be safe presume that they stayed hidden, safely behind Asgard's new walls! The evening was crisp and the sky was clear. The first signs of spring adorned the Forests edge and I stood pondering deeply on how to stop the Mason as I watched him, prepare Svaoilfari for the last night of their task. I had vowed, that I would save Freyja, the sun and the moon. That I would save Asgard! Each day I had watched Svaoilfari haul the boulders for the Stonemason.  Marveled at the strength of the Horse and how quickly the Mason was able to piece together the wall due to the unyielding strength of the Stallion. It was obvious, to any whom had cared to watch. Without Svaoilfari, the Mason would have never succeeded! Oh... I have heard the many jokes made at my expense for my actions that night. The taunts, the laughter, but i will ask you this!...Did hiding behind Asgard's Walls save Asgard, Freyja; the sun and the moon that night? Or did I... In the form of a mare, galloping through forests over hills and vales, while Svaoilfari and the Mason chased close behind. As the first rays of drawn broke casting away the night sky still I ran,ensuring the mason forfeited the bargain.  Until with exhaustion, I could run no more... The Mason, realizing he had been tricked, made his way back to Asgard's Gates and voiced his anger. Only then did Odin call him to be a FrostGiant! And thus, sent forth Thor, to strike the already exhausted Mason over the head with Mjolnir. As the Mason's head shattered, Asgard celebrated Thor as its Protector and Saviour. In the months that past.. No one came looking for me. No one mentioned my name, unless of course it was in passing blame. You may ask why I returned?... Why I gave Odin, Sleipnir? Perhaps it was to remind Odin every day of his own cowardliness... Of whom really saved Asgard! Perhaps it was to show him how wrong his legacy really was. That I never really wanted the Throne...I only ever wanted to be equally deserving, of Odin's love.. As he had deemed Thor to be... 0 Comments  Report Post

07/14/2015 09:19 PM  Jotunheim- 'Sometimes we have to do things to preserve our own sanity'  it wasn't really something he relished thinking.  The truth was it hurt. Hurt a lot.' Ironic, he should be used to it by now, how did you ever get used to it!'  The wind whipped upon his hair sending the tails of his coat into a frenzy around his legs. Snow and ice clung in a bid to freeze his hair stiff and his skin blue. ' Ironic!' Everything around him seemed ironic. That was the bitter truth of it all.  Before him Jotunheim stretched out. Stark, bare and ruined it had been called many things when compared to Asgard. Never matching up. Never quite fitting in amongst the beauty of the other Kingdoms that surrounded it. It was just like him. like him, like the Frost Giants, it stood a relic of the past a reminder of what once was. The ravaged land, shattering pillars of rock and ice made fragile within the torrential wind. The bleak landscape of ice and snow stretching as far as the eyes could see. Desolate. Silent except for the wind to remind him of his thoughts.  He could never explain his thoughts and feelings. What he felt for this land. The sadness and destruction that lay hidden beneath the snow and within the shelter of the white capped mountain peaks. In his mind it was bitter sweet. A fragile beauty. It was his solace. The one true place he could take off the masks he wore. The deep snow and ice hide all the hurts all the scars of the ravaged land. Here he could face the bitter cold and let his heart cry out. Face the hurts that burdened his soul and take refuge. It was him. His own special sanctuary that reflect his own mind within its landscape. It harboured his many hurts, like secrets he had wielded, each and everyone, while they hide out of sight behind his many masks until he could bring them home to Jotunheim and let the wind take them, bury them beneath the snow,  where it would.  In Jotunheim, he felt at home-    1 Comments  Report Post

07/07/2015 04:47 PM  Time to Play- Divergent - Loki EOA It hadn't taken long to find this woman. Not with Dylann trying to keep up at his side. The Building rose up before them like a tower. An emphasis upon the power that they believed they had over the other factions. Raising his eyes Loki's brow etched with a malicious smirk. ' If she thought she was powerful, she would soon seen exactly how wrong she was!'  Turning he glanced towards Dylann at his side and lifted his hand, pressing a finger to his lips, in indication from this point on, if she was to follow him, she should remain silent. An illusion was only as good as those whom participated within its making. If they faltered, then so the illusion would falter, allowing those whom were at its mercy to see through it; and to its undoing.  Lowering his hand  with a slight wave of his fingers, the air about them both began to move and vibrate. Shifting within its tiny particles to create an illusion of invisibility. Like a cloak it surrounded them, the frenzied particles slowly falling in spirals to floor around them as Dylann and Loki, seemed to disappear into thin air without a trace. Unperturbed Loki made his way forward. Taking the grey stone steps in twos that lead up to the double glass doors of the Erudite headquarters. With the constant self assured communing of the Erudite, it was effortless to manoeuvre their way about the building.  So engrossed, within their studies and books; they paid no heed to the slight wind that passed them by or brushed up against them within the crowded elevators.  Coming to the end of a steel panelled  Hallway, Loki paused before the two large sliding metal doors. The Guards obviously Dauntless, from their attire of black and self assured prose of invincibility stood silent their looks as vacant as the Hallway before them seemed to be.  Pausing he contemplated how easy it would be, to simply do away with them. The sheer ignorance, that this Midgardian Faction seemed to posses. Believing themselves to be courageous, fearless indestructible? Now what a game that would be, to show them all the error of their thinking and have them all succumb to the ultimate truth as they cowered kneeling before him.  The sudden quiet swoosh of the steel doors sliding open instantly broke his chain of thoughts and with no hesitation, Loki strode forward, entering into the testing rooms with the malicious smirk once more firmly etched upon his brow. Ignorance was bliss or so it seemed to those whom were busy working within.  Fussing over their lit up panels of that flashes statistics and the faces information of those  whom had come before or been eradicated in their search for the one ultimate divergent.  Slowly Loki's eyes travelled across the room.  His taking in at a glance the many faces they had already eliminated or sought upon the panels. The manor in which they worked, almost in fear, their apprehension could been seen in the tilt of their shoulders, The side ways  cautious glances they sneaked towards the woman as she paced back and forth  before them. Her zealous confidence and insolence hung like whips around their necks. Yes they were scared of her, that was obvious to see. This Jeanine Matthew's had learned well, how to manipulate those around her, so she might rise up above them and control them, to beget her own fear of failure back upon them! 'Perhaps once, she was pretty ' Loki found himself musing thoughtfully, but that was long past. He saw through her illusion. The air of confident control. The need to be someone, To lead and have power, he saw how it consumed her!  and now she would reap what she had she had sowed. --------------------------------------------------- No one noticed the slight shift in temperature as the air within the room began to vibrate, picking up speed velocity it moved weaving in patters that surrounded each face, each body clinging like micro-organisms to their skin; absorbed through their pores like a toxin unto their minds. The air seemed thick yet she did not notice. Absorbed her mind screamed for her ultimate goal. The over all power to quell her fears. Fears she would lose control. Control of all she had gained, of the power she now held over overs. She did not notice the room had changed. It now watched, listening to her every thought through green eyes.  She didn't notice the slight shift upon her vision so subtle it was fixed in place within a simple blink of her eyes until it was too late. Till suddenly her power of control was taken from her. Turning to glance more intently at the statistics she had demanded to placed upon the screen. She faltered. The smell, It made her gag, how had she not noticed it, the unquenchable aroma of death, rotting flesh. Had a rodent wandered behind the dashboard to die? Its rotting carcass slowly seeping its fluids to coat the wires  and stain the metal in shades of its decaying flesh?  Clenching her gullet she lifted her head and turned resisting her sudden urge  to vomit by quickly swallowing  her regurgitated lunch as it seared the back of her throat with its warmth. "What is that smell! FIX IT!" she demanded calling for the attention of everyone within the room. "Are you imbeciles! FIND IT! Before it does any damage to the program!"  Instantly the chair's began to swivel, It never paid to keep her waiting! Her justice for such tardiness was always dealt with swift and harsh. Frantically they began to sniff, unaware of anything offensive to the nose. Rising quickly they began to moved about the room. Avidly searching, constantly aware of her growing agitation.  Their face as they turned.The sightless eyes. They stared accusingly at her through their milky white iris's. The rotting grey flesh  bruised crimson in places where their blood had pooled cooling with their death. Faces she knew well. They had been her hopes. The ones she had hoped would be the one true Divergent that could open the box and revile the power to all means. Those whom had failed and paid with their life's at her hands.    Quickly they began to rise, their bloated skin splitting as they tried to manoeuvre agilely around her. 'It isn't real' she tried to tell herself, seeing hundreds of Divergent's control their fears with those three simple words. Only to have them all stop. Turn their decaying bodies towards her The blackened mouths rotting teeth smiling back unto her 'but it is' they seemed to chant in unison forming one voice .  Reaching out confused, they tried to calm her. Something was wrong, what had gotten into her? why was she suddenly acting so strange-  Like clawed bones, blackened the flesh hung clinging to the rotting tendons of their hands as they reached out, scraping clawing at her skin smearing her clothes her shoulders with the decaying faeces of  their rotting flesh. "No!" she screamed pushing them with force back from her as she felt the contents of her stomach rising . Turning she bolted for the nearest bin. It was a simulation a test! It had to be! But who and how? It couldn't be real...could it.  like a torrent the contents of her stomach exploded into the bin. The heated smell tainted to her senses, yet preferable over the stench of decaying flesh that now coated her clothes and clung to her hair. Closing her eyes, she slowly lowered the bin bringing a hand up to wipe her mouth, " You will pay for this! YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR THIS!"  she snarled, unprepared to release her hold upon the bin. "I think we already have!" A voice responded. Its tone vaguely familiar even through the  rasping gurgle of its breath.  Her heart stopped in an instant; it seemed to explode outwards within her chest. ' No!... It couldn't be! There was no coming back! he was dead!'  Dropping the bin she turned. Before their eyes he appeared like magic out of thin air. But he was dead! Everyone knew Harrison was dead! Jeanine had made sure everyone knew! She had gloated placed his dead body on display, plastering across the faction billboards like a trophy! They felt their own fear rising. Heard their screams as their bodies moved trying to cast distance between  what could possibly not be real and Jeanine Matthews. Slowly the figure of Harrison dragged its lifeless body in a forced walk towards her. Black congealing blood seeping from the many bullet wounds that lay exposed between the tattered mud clogged remains of his shirt. " Tell me" his lifeless eyes seemed to mock her. Mock her fear. " How do you sleep at night!" he continued the bones in his neck cracking as it tilted almost curiously to the side.  Aghast she shook her head, stepping back until she felt the cold hard surface of technical table blocking her retreat. 'NO its not real your dead!" she forced herself to scream. while her words caught in faltered whimpers, within her throat. "Well i guess your right about that!" Harrison continued to unwittingly mock her raising his hand to emphasise upon the many blood soaked holes that riddled his body. "You made sure about that. You made sure I'd never see my Daughter finally experience true peace!'  he continued, pausing as he ran his hand across the now bubbling bullet holes. Picking one and slowly began easing apart the decaying skin. Horrified she watched him. Watched his fingers. The way the dead flesh tore under his touch. The way his fingers finally sank, disappearing up past their knuckles; into the blacked frothing blood . "You fingered me real good there Jeanine"  he calmly seemed to taunt finally pulling his fingers free, to expose a bullet held precariously between their tips.  Mesmerised she couldn't pull her eyes away. Like a graphic horror movie of her own minds making it was playing out before her while she stood transfixed. Slowly Harrison lifted the bullet within his fingers to his sightless eyes, giving his commonly used characteristic shrug as he opened his mouth and placed the bullet upon his swollen tongue.  "Waste not, want not! isn't that right Jeanine? Anything for power!" he seamed to muse uncharacteristically not like Harrison, as he once again began to able forward, dragging his dead body in a forced gait towards her.  The stench was unbearable.  Her stomach churned trying to force up bile that was no longer available. Her mouth felt dry. Her throat like sandpaper. Opening her mouth she tried again to force the images away. Silenced by Harrison's cold clammy hand as it cupped around her chin. His milky white iris's seemed to mock her profoundly, like he was enjoying himself immensely, almost getting off upon her fear.  Slowly he raised his other hand placing the two congealing blood soaked fingers to her lips. She could taste it. The blood. More putrid then the stench of his rotting flesh. She could taste death. "I think you have more to worry about them me!" Harrison admitted in his nonchalant  mannerisms and lowered his eyes to look down towards her clenched hands strained arms as the grasped tightly at the desk behind her. Instantly her eyes darted following his gaze. Her skin it was moving. How had she not felt it. The feeling like thousands of tiny bodies wriggling scratching below the surface.  Had her fear literally paralysed her so greatly, it took her own fear to point out, remind her of what her body was feeling? instantly she glanced up. Harrison, he was gone. The room it seemed normal. The dead Divergent's all gone. Her co workers the Erudite now stared back at her. Their faces mirrors of her own reflecting only fear back upon her.   Her skin it felt like it was fire. Slowly she lifted her arm. watching as the crawling lumps beneath the skin seemed to grow, forming red angry heads like boils upon her once flawless flesh.    Lifting her hands she began to scratch. They were everywhere she could feel them forming upon her face. her legs  her breast.  "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!" She screamed. Harrison! he had poisoned her with his tainted blood ! He had somehow infect her! She knew her mind had lost it's control. She couldn't remember when within this nightmare,  when she had truly know that she had, had control! As her fingernail grazed digging grating over her swollen flesh, in a bid to ease the constant itch  that consumed her; she tore at the red angry scabs ripping them from her skin.  Ignoring the pain as the ruined skin wedged under her long fingernails exposing thousands of tiny black bodies. Their spindly legs swiftly hooking over the edges of her torn skin as they hauled their bloated abdomens free. The erupted like pus, running down her arms up across her shoulders towards her face.  She could feel them their legs as they moved. their tiny fangs biting at her flesh as more and more of the boils began to burst. She could feel them exploding out of the erupting boils upon her face.  They could see them. the spiders they everywhere. She seemed to be coated in them. The room was covered in them! Quickly they reached down trying to brush the small tiny bodies from their clothes. Stamping their feet in a bid not to end up like her. Like Jeanine Mathews.. All the while wondering how they were seeing this. Where it had all come from! This strange nightmare like fear simulation, they were being forced to witness.  Opening her mouth, Jeanine Matthews let out a blood curdling scream.......   Slowly Loki's lips curved into a malicious smirk of contempt. Little did she know, the fun was only just beginning- 0 Comments  Report Post

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05/08/2015 02:29 PM  The Story of our Lives- Loki   The story of our Lives!       Loki~God of Mischief (EOA)   The story of my life!  Now wouldn't that be a Tale to be told!  One could paint a thousand pictures from the memories we keep  For no story is perfect. Each have their Demons and shadows.  Each have the sunlight that can break through the clouds.  The stories of our life's are what define us!  Are what shaped us into whom we are this day.  They hold the reasons for the things we value and treasure the most.  They gave us our beliefs and our dreams!   They are unique .  They are us!  And they hold some of the most beautiful chapters in an epic tale  you could ever imagine.      There was a little boy. He was just an ordinary little boy. Blonde haired, blue eyes he wore red shorts that come down to his knees and a blue Thomas the tank T-Shirt.  It was dirty, his Mother had tried to get him to change it. But it was favourite, he didn't see the dirt, he only saw Thomas! He was nearly four! His sandals were a size too small. He needed one ones,  He could push his toes out over the edge of them if he wanted and would sometimes do it because for some reason it seemed to frustrate his mother- and he could never figure out why!  it was just like when he refused to let her brush his hair; because it pulled on his hair, hurting.  He liked his hair just like it was un-brushed!  They were not rich, far from it. he was too young to really know that. What it meant.  Why his toes poking out over the sides of his sandal's bothered his Mother so much. Yet other things he knew. He knew fear, He knew tears. he knew how to be scared. They were other chapters in the story of this little boys life.   This one day, his Mother was happy. It was exciting. She was smiling and they were going to the shop to buy some food! They didn't have a car. They didn't catch a bus. The sun was shinning so brightly,  It was a happy day and they were going to buy nice stuff to eat at the shops!    It was a long way to walk for such little legs .  Wether his mother did it to take his mind off of the walk or whether she did it just to make him smile. He doesn't know.  You see, she's never told him. When he ask's her. She just smiles quietly.  But as they were walking, she took his hand in her's and she started to sing. He can't remember the songs - nursery rhymes maybe.  But he sang with her  and they dance along the street skipping and spinning in circles.   As he looked up into her face. He saw no other more beautiful! The sun as it was climbing into the sky cast sunlight about her hair.  It lit up her face and smile.  There was no more beautiful an angel. And no other memory as child he can remember, as being that happy.   These are the stories of our life! They are what define us!  Are what shaped us into whom we are this day.  So i ask you, think of the story of your life.  Your unique Tale.   Think of your happiest chapter growing up. Those, who shared it with you. and smile!      (Loki) M.W       10 Comments  Report Post

05/05/2015 05:10 PM  Insanity- "You ask me - What this is?- I don't know! - It's word vomit! - Something that wanted to be written. Though, if you read it- and yes! - It does delve into a quiet psychotic darkness- You'll notice parallels  within it - the good,  the bad -  I'll leave it up to the reader to decide for themselves" -Loki winked-  Loki~God of Mischief The sun set over a pink sky. The wind swirled in sparkles of falling stars that exploded falling like confetti towards the ground. Idealistic surreal,  he stood. Slowly lowering his head to watch as the grass turned red before bursting into flames beneath his feet. He could not feel the pain as the flames licked around his legs yet his heart beat faster within his chest. Suddenly he was floating spinning upwards through the sky whilst the world burned far beneath him. The wind licked against his skin  forcing back his hair yet its touch could not felt upon his skin. Was this what it meant, what it felt like to be truly free? To soar connected with everything yet be nothing at all?  Somewhere deep within his own subconscious he knew he was the setting sun. The sparking wind. He was the grass that turned to flames destroying all that was ideal..to perfect, to ever be real.   The world turned to dark, shadows of doors lining up. Stark, one by one they stood like an endless line of soldiers, just waiting for him to open and enter. A maze to the subconscious that was his own mind. Why did this scare him. Why did he feel the unnerving lurch of fear catch within his chest at what he could possibly find.  The struggle to run, escape while he could. Hide from the hidden demons he could not see,  fueled him forward. He would be strong, Here, he couldn't be beaten. Reaching out he opened a door. The room was barren or so it first seamed. Neglected and run down. The walls, coated in grime, paint peeling under the crumbling plaster . He could feel the rubble crunching under his feet yet hear no sound. In the corner, a panel like the side of a wooden box. Stained with the grime from the walls,  It lay upon its side as if sheltering something from sight.  He told himself no. But his feet were moving him forward. hand stretching out to pull the panel from the side of the wall.  A shadow cowered hiding, cringing away from his touch. No more then formation of fog, faceless, it called forth to his heart. The urge. The need to save it.  Rescue it from some fate he felt was stalking them both.  The thought consumed him. Turning he searched erratically  noticing a darkened hallway filled with corroded plasterboard and debris where he was sure had only once been wall. Reaching down he grasped for the shadow, watching its foggy form dissipate upon his touch. Confusion. His heart beat fast. It had found him!  Any minuet it would be behind him. Rising he turned seeing the the shadow, the fogging masked existence of the one who had only moments before been crouching, hiding behind the panel.   It stood waiting in the shadows of the darkened hallway. Like a beacon of hope. He found himself running forward . Scrambling over the debris that seamed to block his path.  Struggling he tried to speed up his pace, feeling the sluggish pull as his feet sank into the floor slowing his movements . He couldn't turn. He wouldn't face the nightmare that moved like lightning as it it came up behind him. The feel of its presence raised the hair's upon the back of his neck. He closed eyes refusing its touch.   The sun gleamed red behind his closed eyes. Blinking he opened his eyes. He stood alone. The towering walls of empty buildings surrounded him. The widows; pane-less void of any glass.  Yet the grass was a vivid green; soft and plush beneath his feet. Slowly he made his way forward. He could feel them both .. They were here somewhere.  He would find them. Face them in the emptiness. The sun shone. The world was bright. it could have been idealistic,  almost peaceful.  Yet the emptiness- it taunted. Lingering upon his echoing footsteps,  Footsteps he could not hear. Rising up the red brick walls surrounded him.  Apartments empty void of any life or self expression. The trees languid as their eaves rested upon mission brown, wooden balconies.  He saw it. Standing there waiting . Watching him. The faceless shadow mocking. He would catch it. Confront it! He would take control!  He felt the exertion as he sprinted forward taking the wooden steps in twos.  The stairwell to the Balcony; to the Shadow that waited. Rounding the corner he felt the red bricks scrape against his shoulder. Registered the pain yet could not feel it. So close now! Yet the balcony stood empty. A tattered cream curtain slowly moving in the wind at an open sliding door. It waited for him. Waited inside.  Determined he stepped forward.  Reaching for the swaying curtain,  strangely aware of how it felt within his grasp;  as he crossed the threshold of light, into the darkness. Slowly his eyes drew focus. He was laying. He could feel the cold hardness beneath his back. It taunted him, making him wonder when he had lost control. He saw the shadows looming over him, as if he was laid out upon a table. A platter of their choosing. Their eyes gleaming in the darkness. Their touch upon his naked skin. Like icicles it froze him. Repulsed him. Stimulated him. Stiffening his shaft with an erection to feed off of his fright.  He saw the glints cold like metal. Shuddered beneath their touch. The bittersweet pain as their touch drew fire to his skin, Delving deep and carefully slicing it open. The stench of his blood holding no meaning in his mind save for his own arousal. The succulent throb that etched and pulsed through his groin; sending spasms of delight up along his engorged shaft to merge with the bitter cold air as it caressed against his sensitive head.   He could feel the fingers, easing apart the layers of his skin. Their touch dulling the pain like an anesthesia. The feeling as they slowly slid within the thick warmness of his blood. Using it like a lubricant. The way his organs moved, sliding back as their fingers delved deeper claiming his soul from the inside, out . Exquisite. Exotic ecstasy.  Enthralled, he wondered aimlessly how long he would endure. The moment it would all end. Shamelessly wishing it wouldn't. The eyes.. he knew them. Finally he accepted them, for what and who they were. Their gaze unfaltering as they stared down upon him, mocking him. He no longer cared. Unperturbed by their taunts, he smiled and slowly closed his eyes. The warm sticky sweet metallic smell of blood  as it cooled congealing upon his fingers. Tantalizing. Raising a hand to his nostril's he breathed deep the scent. Letting his tongue slid between his lips to lick up along the congealing blood that covered his thumb. Already it was dying. The life. It's force held within his other hand. His erection throbbing within his grasp.  He was no longer repelled. There was no inevitable fight. The only demon was himself. The Monster parents told their children of. Lowering his head to the corpse of shadow and fog  beneath him: he kissed his lifeless lips, Accepting his own insanity, as he watched it dissipated like smoke beneath his breath.  ----------------------------- Frowning Loki slowly opened his eyes. The long green drapes that surround his bed, hung silent. lit only by the moonlight as it streamed in through the open balcony doors. Breathing deep, he let his gaze travel up along the flowing folds of thick tapestry to the ceiling above: watching the shadows.... " Was it madness....Was it?" 1 Comments  Report Post

04/06/2015 01:56 PM  Loki takes up the sexy south challenge- Loki's takes up the  Sexy South Challenge As the ladies finished doing their dances  proving their sexiness  upon the dance floor, the lights at the Ball momentarily dimmed. Flickering back to life to revile Loki  standing silent and still, his head tilted down towards ground slowly began to rise, showing the broad mischievous smirk etched across his lips and his hips began to move . Circling in thrust-ed movements, he was know to refer to as snake hips, he moved slowly forward across the floor , clasping his hands out before him, as he slide across the floor towards the Ladies of the Naughty North!  Arching his brow, he chuckled  fluently sliding his left leg to the side in  continuous swift foot movements as he reached out pointing into the crowd at  the Lady called Fironna and thrust his hips in time with the music.  Then without breaking stride he slide to right  lifting his left knee as he  nimbly twisted his left foot , left and right in a motion of hip hop foot work before dropping his left foot to the ground as a pivot while he spun in a circle coming to face the watching women  in a twerking motion and pointed out into the crowd towards Darcy, trying to make her blush- Rising to his full height Loki lifted his head high and laughed, mischief eliminating from his eyes as he casually turned as if finished and started to saunter away. Stopping abruptly   as he swiftly leaned backwards jumping into the air and flipping himself in a twisting somersault  to land  upon a bended knee once again before the ladies  while the tails of his cloak fell resting about his crouched legs. Lowering his brow Loki  smirked deviously and dropped to his knees sliding out wards first his left leg  fluently bringing back into his body in time with the music as his right leg slid in the opposite direction to replace his left. Twisting his hips in time with the music as he moved, slowly he reached up pulling back the shoulder's of his jacket and let it drop down his arms while his stomach muscles clenched slowly lifting him up off from the ground with the fluent side to side motions of his legs and gyrating hips. Then breaking into a broad grin Loki strode forward, picking Widow from the crowd, and lifted his arms bringing his hanging long coat over his head  to wrap around her shoulder as he pulled her from the crowd. Using his cloak to force her body against his, Loki smirked mischievously  and reached down grasping hold of Widow's hands pulling them around his hips and onto his arse as he started to gyrate his body against hers.   Lowering his head to her's he let his lips trail across her cheek and along her neck.  Lowering his body in  hip thrusts around her as his breath warmed the skin across her collarbone and down along her chest; pausing upon her lower abdomen as he reached out with his hands letting his fingers trail upwards over the silky smooth skin on her the sides of her calfs to her thighs while he slowly rose gyrating his hips against her moving body . Smirking broadly, Loki let hands slid around to her hips. Fingers spreading as they moved across the curves of her arse and squeezed before rising up across the small of her back to her shoulders and hair. Entwining his left hand within her hair, Loki thrust his body forward. pushing Widow backwards so she slid off balance; between his legs, and caught her fall mid air as he leaned forward lowering his head intently above her's. Chuckling deviously, Loki reached along Widows draping right arm to her hand, taking it within his own while he placed it upon his thigh, running it upwards across the inside of his leg and over the bulge of his gyrating crutch; for a sneaky squeeze, before raising her hand up across the abs on his stomach  to his chest as he slowly raised Widow  back to her feet. Sensually, his right hand slide from the back of Widow's head to her arse while he placed her right hand once more upon his shoulder, pushing his right knee between her legs  grinding her body against his,as he turned twisting her in a circle, letting his hand run back up across her back to grasp her hair  and pull back her head. Lowered his face, Loki, claimed Widow's lips with a departing kiss, before gently releasing his hold to leave her knowing she'd been hit by the Sexy South!  (-"Tut tut...Do you really think I'd post this... if i did not have Widow's permission in my Dance-" Loki smirked mischievously-) Posted on Mon Oct 27, 2014, 05:31 0 Comments  Report Post

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