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M!As: Send Me Some?? Please? (●´∀｀●)

Baby: Muse is pregnant and due in ____. (Father specified by anon)

Sight: Muse is blind for ___

Hearing: Muse is deaf for ___

Ariel: Muse doesn't have a tongue for ___

Memory: Muse cannot remember anything for ___

Injury: Muse will be injured somehow (anon decides severity and injury) for ____

Fear: Muse will be terrified by something or someone (anon specifies who) for ___

Gemini: Muse will split into two different versions of themself for ___

Basket: Muse finds a baby in a basket and has to take care of it for ___

Compulsion: Muse has OCD for ___ (anon decides primary source of obsession [number, clenliness, etc])

Love: Muse will be in love with (Anon decides) for 2 days

Cloak: Muse will be Invisible if wearing a special Clothing (Anon decides) for 3 Hours

Cough: Muse will be ill for 14 Hours

Remember: Muse will suffer Memory Loss for 4 Days

Gas: Muse will have hallucinogenic imaginary sights for one day.

Beer: Muse will talk like a Drunk and hit on everybody, lasts 3 Hours

Host: Muse will be a Gentleman/Lady for 34 Hours

Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours

Feels: Muse will be obsessed with an event or something that will cause them to express related emotions (Anon decides)

Phobia: Muse is terribly afraid of something or someone (Anon specifies)

Lurk: Muse will follow ______(Anon can specify who or what)

Answer: Muse will have to answer anything that is asked of him/her truthfully, lasts 4 hours

Noise: Muse will say everything they think, lasts for a day

Sick: Muse will be sick with a unique flu for (Anon decides. Anon may also specify flu symptoms, they can even be really odd, different from Cough curse.)

Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)

Obsession: Muse will be obsessed with ______ (Anon specifies) for the next 12 hours.

Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)

Extremist: Muse becomes an extremist for (Anon specifies and decides for how long)

Switch: Muse has to switch bodies with (Anon decides, but muns have to agree) for (Anon decides how long)

Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours

Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours

Enemy: Muse takes the appearance of someone they hate for 16 hours

Slave: Muse becomes a maid or butler to _______ (Anon decides) for 24 hours

Dream: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours

Impression: Muse thinks they are a ______ (Anon pick an animal) for 15 hours

Gone: Muse loses _____ (Mun decides something or someone important) for 16 hours

Kiss: Muse wants to kiss everyone in their inbox for the next hour

Stalk: Muse thinks they are being stalked for (Anon decides)

Nightmare: Muse is plagued with horrific images and scenes both in sleeping and in waking for 3 days

Paranoia: Muse becomes extremely paranoid about (Anon specifies what and for how long)

Infatuation: Muse becomes /madly/ in love with the next person they see on their dashboard for 4 days

Hallucination: Muse sees things for (Anon decides)

Alarm: Muse keeps hearing an alarm go off but cannot figure out where for the next 18 hours

AU: Muse is stuck in an Alternate Universe with little recollection of their own universe for a whole week

Craving: Muse will have an unusual craving for (Anon specifies) for 9 hours

Mother: Muse suspects everyone has insulted their mother for 4 hours

Thin Ice: Muse strays onto thin ice and falls through unless saved. (Mun chooses whether they live or die)

High Tide: Muse is trapped in a cave with water that will fill it in 4 hours.

Pins and Needles: Muse feel as if someone is sticking needles in them for 2 hours.

Crawling Bugs: Muse becomes paranoid of bugs crawling on his/her skin and keeps hallucinating that there are bugs crawling on them.

Angel: Muse is and angel for ___

Demon: Muse is a demon for ___

Possession: Muse is possessed by a demon for ___

Broken: Muse is mentally broken and upset with themselves to the point that they harm themselves for ___

Feel free to add more!

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I suppose I'll just have to find that oaf by myself.

For Odin's sake he could be anywhere!

#ic

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This isn't my room.. (open)

It felt like the prince had just fallen asleep when sun was shining clear through his window, gleaming across his face, signaling it was morning and he had to wake up. He frowned, shifted from his left side to his right side, pulled the covers up over his head attempting to go back to sleep. No, he didn’t want to wake up yet, it was much too early for him to be awake, he didn’t even feel all that rested. Emerald eyes struggled to stay closed, as soon as he decided that getting up would probably be his best option, he drifted off once more. His dream was vague, a battle of some sort was going on around him, the Kingdom...inside the Golden Kingdom, inside their home! In his sleep he tossed part of the covers off him as he fought something that attacked him in his dream. Loki shoved a pillow off the edge of his bed, causing something to fall off the bedside table, crashing to the ground with a loud noise, the young ebony haired deity bolted upright at the sound. His eyes blinked at the sight in front of him, there was some sort of wardrobe, a flat black box on it, the walls were a off yellow, he turned to look around the rest of the room. A yellow chair, a desk, a large window, another chair, bedside tables, then the large bed he was perched upon. The room was illuminated, not with candles, fire or magic, but what seemed to be lanterns that didn’t run off much but a wire. 

This wasn’t his chambers. This wasn’t Asgard. 

He turned around with a huff, how the hell did he end up here? Loki recalled going to sleep in his own chambers, in his own bed, in nothing but his own light, breathable, black lounge pants. Emerald eyes darted to the window, the curtains were so thin that the sun shone right through them, he quickly paced over there, throwing them open to be welcome with the sight of extremely tall buildings, lots of cars, too many people, so very far up. He blinked wide eyed before stepping back, his heart was racing in his slim chest at that point, where on Midgard was he?! How did he get here?! How could he get back home?! So many questions raced in his head now, he curled his arms around himself before turning and quickly getting the clothes he’d found on, he suddenly felt very exposed.

After putting the undergarments, the white shirt and those black trousers on, Loki felt a lot better about gallivanting around the room. Now, to figure out who put him here, how he got here, how to get back and.... what if his magic was gone? Jade colored eyes looked down at his hands before closing his fingers into a fist, when he opened them again, a tiny snake lay in the palm of his hand, he smiled softly before it slithered away, disappearing a beat later. “Good..” he still had his abilities, with that, the young prince got up, traipsing over to the closet once more to grab the shoes and jacket. Maybe he could tell Heimdall to summon him back home, he just had to find a good space, first, he had to figure out where he was exactly. He tied the shoes upon his feet, slipping the jacket on his shoulders, he gazed about the room before shaking his head, nothing of his was here so why stay? He sighed, going to the door beside the wardrobe door, long, pallid fingers wrapped around the handle to pull it open. He was greeted with a blue, yellow and white decorated hallway, many, many doors decorated each side, each had a number upon it. Loki stepped out of the room, closing the aperture behind him then began his journey down the long corridor. 

There was a large double set of metal doors, a wooden door with the label of ‘stairs’, no one else was down there so he couldn’t exactly tell what was behind the large metal doors. He’d never been on Midgard before so this was all entirely too new to him, he opted for the stairs, pushing the door open after turning the handle. Loki descended the stairs by twos, soon enough he came to a flat area with no more stairs to continue down, he presumed he was at the bottom floor, he located the door and traveled through it. What his eyes saw there was nothing far from what he was comfortable with, luxurious decorations, many chandeliers, high end seating, some gold, stone, wooden statues. A smile came over the young princes features, why didn’t the room look like this? He would have had to question if he had just ended up in another room in the Kingdom if it looked similar to this. He heard a woman’s voice talking, emerald eyes darted about the room before landing at a long desk, several people behind it, he smiled as one of them asked if he needed help. “Aye, can you inform me of my whereabouts?” She looked at him as if he was speaking another language, “Where am I?” he rephrased, she chuckled and told him he was in New York City, Manhattan Time Square to be exact. “Thank you.” he smiled before turning around, looking at large glass doors, he moved towards them, pushing them both open to release him into the city. 

Loki was hit with the noise, crowded streets, unpleasant odors of Midgard, the young prince couldn’t help but cringe before stepping out into the smaller pack of Midgardians that passed him by. He walked for a little while before looking up at all the extremely tall buildings that surrounded him, how was he suppose to get home from here? The young deity had decided that asking for directions would grant him some strange looks, he sighed, closing his eyes for just a second before someone collided into him, knocking him over rather swiftly. His head connected with the hard ground, causing him to cry out in pain, “Are you sightless?! You imprudent quim!” he yelled, the palms of hands coming up to cup the back of his head awaiting an answer. 

[[ Ooc reference pictures http://www.cpmanhattantimessquare.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/ada-11_113.jpg hotel room 

http://img1.douban.com/view/photo/raw/public/p1740577961.jpg what he looks like, without the sunglasses.

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mci025UqGK1qdwrnqo1_1280.jpg upclose~ ]]

#marvel rp #loki rp #thor rp #Loki #thor #marvel #The avengers #the avengers rp #avengers #avengers rp #open rp #youngestprinceofasgard #princeofasgard

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Loki hardly cared about what he did different from her, his magic was obviously different as they weren’t the same in anyway. He wanted nothing more than to get his horse and get out of the woodlands, he didn’t need to be getting into trouble once more with his father. Punishment was already horrible last time, he couldn’t go through that again, he didn’t want to be locked away like a bird without wings, he couldn’t. He would rather die than be held up, without magic, without books, having to endure all the things he hated without what he loved. Next thing that would be taken away was his horse, he thought, but maybe Odin would send him to Midgard, that would be a tragic thing. He sighed, watching Faelwen for a moment, green eyes traveled the forest as he thought, what would father have to say about this? Here he was, sitting in the forest, surrounded by dead wolves with his ‘twin’ protector and...still being a horrible son, a horrible prince...always proving he was what he always will be. He slowly stood up, brushing himself off from the dirt and leaves that stuck to him in various places before he felt a hand at his chest, the leather covered breast plate separating skin from skin, her words barely sinking in before they were moved.

He stumbled a bit, he wasn’t really expecting that at all, the young prince just blinked around, spotting the blur of white not to far from them. “But...how?” he asks, turning to look over at Faelwen, his brows knitting, eyes narrowing. “What did you do to him.” he demanded before turning around and whistling for his horse. He watched as his companions head turned to look at him, its feet moving carefully through the brush, a lithe pale digit pointed to the ground before him as if the creature was a child about to get scolded. His features were sharpened with disapproval, the white stallion walked up to him and bowed its head, knowing it did wrong. “What in Odin’s name was that!?” he shouted at the bruit, he reached down and grabbed its reins, jerking its head up to look at him. “You are suppose to be a horse bred for war!” he shouted still, glaring at the beast, it whinnied softly as if saying ‘ow’. “How am I suppose to ride into battle with a horse that’s frightened of the very thing we’re to be fighting?!” his voice raised still, there was so much fear in him that his companion could have gotten hurt, if this was a war situation, he’d be dead, his companion would possibly be too. He watched him for a moment, green eyes scanning the bruits eyes for anything that may be a sorry, a ‘it’ll never happen again’, anything...instead nothing. Nothing but fear. Loki couldn’t help but frown, “Im sorry..I mean not to be harsh..but you frightened me.” he whispered a bit to his companion, whom nuzzled at his chest. “You are to be brave my friend, I may have to ride in to battle beside father and Thor a day in the morrow, I cannot have you run about from under me..” he let the reins go so he could brush his hands through the stallions white mane.

The pallid prince didn’t care if Faelwen thought them dumb, horses were the best thing to Loki, having birthed one himself. They meant a lot to him, especially his companion, the horse looked up at him a moment before nipping at his dark ebony locks. “Stop that..we need to get out of here..” he whispered to the beast, whom just sighed. “You know we cannot be here.” he scolded before turning to Faelwen, “Ill take us back, might as well use my magic while I still can. It may be taken from me once again..” he turned to look at his horse once more, whom just looked down, “Yes because of you and my need to keep you around.” he scolded still, his hand reached out for Faelwen. “The guards may search for the other, for now, let us leave.” they’d have to get upon his companion before he could move them safely from the thicket. 

Loki honestly didn’t think he’d be landing smack dab in the middle of a pack, he was surprised after he killed the first how many more decided to show their ugly mugs. Emerald eyes widened, he twisted a bit, with a swift movement he threw a pair of throwing...

#oh thats okay darling #that happens all too often to me #was it a good anniversary? #happy anniversary to you~ #I know this is late but #IEWJALKF #faelwen #youngestprinceofasgard #princeofasgard #Cheffietina #writingsofthenotsosane #loki rp

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Loki honestly didn’t think he’d be landing smack dab in the middle of a pack, he was surprised after he killed the first how many more decided to show their ugly mugs. Emerald eyes widened, he twisted a bit, with a swift movement he threw a pair of throwing knives at the eyes of one behind him, coming up to jam his dagger through the bottom jaw of the mid air wolf. He was breathing heavily, eyes searching for any flash of white or brown signaling the horses were running away or close to him. No such luck, another tried to nip at his legs and he stuck both of the blades down into the back of the dog, grinning a bit as he heard it whimper in pain, “bad dog.” he growled at it, his voice taking on the characteristics of one of those canines. He had half a mind to fight them as their own kind but he didn’t want to explain that to his father when he was sure they’d be called to the council room later. He withdrew his blades, shaking off the blood before kicking the dog away from his feet, giving it a mercy stab through the ribs so it wouldn’t suffer much. With a sickening sound he removed his dagger, suddenly he heard more shuffling so he turned with his dagger raised but only saw Faelwen. He blinked a bit as she took out the remaining few that wanted a piece of them, his eyes frantically searching for something, anything that may be his companion. Absolutely no such luck still, his heart was aching, the things in this forest would tear his friend bit by bit and he’d find pieces... He walked over swiftly to the dog that had been blinded by his throwing knives, his daggers attaching, disappearing at his sides as he bent down. His hands came up to remove the knives from the creatures skull, he stroked along its ears as it growled at him, he shushed it before grabbing its muzzle and snapping its neck. He stood up a moment later, looking over at Faelwen that was now down on one knee, breathing heavy, she was winded and he didn’t know why.

He couldn’t help but let his brows knit, my moon? Why did that sound so familiar? He couldn’t help but turn to look at the wolves laying dead, scattered around. “/you followed just fine./” he spoke, though is voice was tired, not really up for a fight but still wanting to prove himself, he never stopped proving himself and never stopped proving to Odin he was a bad son. A bad Prince. Bad. He couldn’t even keep his companion safe, he couldn’t keep himself out of this dangerous thicket, couldn’t keep from hurting those around him because they kept trying to keep him safe. No wonder Father kept preparing Thor for the throne instead of him, he couldn’t even do something as simple as keep himself out of the forbidden patch of forest. He carefully sat down at the bottom of a tree, knees raised up so he could rest his arms upon them as he sat there, emerald eyes gazing at dead beasts around them. The majority of them were black as night, a bit of silver at the ends of their tails, this pack was a family as most are, they all looked alike in a pack and no two packs looked the same. Loki almost was jealous, they all had places they belonged, not one wolf out of place, no pack a mix of colors..no. He reached out with an idle hand, stroking over the head of the one of which he severed its spine them ended its suffering through its ribs. He wasn’t a dog person, in fact he hated canines, but their fur was soft around their ears and it amused him, it soothed him. Animals, they were just animals... He sighed softly, his head was swimming, it didn’t hurt but he felt like he’d been given too much information too soon, too quick. 

“We have to find them.” he stated, looking up at the icy blue eyed Ljósálfr, there was a silent plea in his eyes saying, ‘I can’t let him down like that, please don’t make me..’. he’d watched that horse grow since it was born, there was a connection between them, he had to get him back from this spook...he had to. 

Loki gave a snort as she did, it was an ugly color but a color none the less, it deserved a rather formal title. Emerald eyes shifted to watch her shift, standing up using the tree as support, his eyes went back to her hand as they were previously, her fingers...

#awww loki just has feelings #lots of feels #faelwen #the horses are precious to him #aw the brown one may life or die #oh no #do I sense heartbreak for Loki? #loki has skills and he likes the wolves ears #idek that was a strange thing but he kept wanting to touch them #loki rp #Oh and Im considerably better now mah darling<3 thank you~ #Cheffietina #writingsofthenotsosane #youngestprinceofasgard #princeofasgard

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Are you doing well, my dear Prince?

Why didn't I get this sooner. I mean, why. It said one message THERE'S TWO HERE DAMN YOU TUMBLR. ]]

Of course. I apologize for not being around, I..caught up on sleep.

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Loki gave a snort as she did, it was an ugly color but a color none the less, it deserved a rather formal title. Emerald eyes shifted to watch her shift, standing up using the tree as support, his eyes went back to her hand as they were previously, her fingers turning the stone over, caressing it as if she found it the most beautiful thing. The young prince had absolutely no intention to eat at all, even though he knew Faelwen had the plan of making him do so, she brought the food after all. He was stubborn, he didn’t care if he withered away to merely bones under his thick leathers, which was the least likely scenario, his magic would give way first and he’d give into something before he shriveled. It would be thousands of years before his body mass went down, but he would look sick, too pale, too cold, too moody after a few months. It didn’t matter, to Loki, right now hardly anything mattered. With as much grace as he could muster, the Young pallid god stood upon his leather boots, using the tree as she did to stand. He remained there against the tree for a moment before taking a few steps forward, just one or two behind Fae he stopped, stood there. He didn’t bother saying anything, he knew if she wanted to she could sense his proximity, it didn’t matter if she looked. She spoke, talking about the resummoning, dark brows furrowed slightly, two stages? That was interesting, was the first like the outline and the second the filler? He tilted his head slightly as he thought, if it’s a soul trapped within a stone the likely hood of pushing the spirit out into the world first before creating its body again was high. 

As Faelwen spoke, a sense of pride came over the young god as she pretty much said what he thought, well, at least the first half. He didn’t know that’s really what it was about, he’d never learned about it but he took a guess and was pretty damn happy he got it right, even if Faelwen didn’t know. The smirk fell off his face after a few moments, watching the other hold out her hand with the stone in it, the foci started to glow, brighter and brighter, emerald eyes widened a bit. That same blue flame he was faced with the other day covered her fingers, he had the idle urge to reach out and touch the flames but knew he shouldn’t, they weren’t for his curiosity. His eyes darted up to see the outline of the Troll, a shadow was cast across the ground where it would stand but corporeal it was not. Loki’s face contorted a bit at the sight of the thing, he’d been there when they pulled it out of the forest but it was dead and missing half its face, he didn’t think the damn thing was living like that, he just thought maybe...Faelwen did it somehow. Loki couldn’t help but take a step back from the visual, “My lord..” he muttered in disgust, he then stepped forward to be beside the Ljósálfr, she began to speak again, telling him that she was going to make it physical. Emerald eyes darted over to her, brows furrowing slightly, wait, it could cause damage? It was already hideous and she was essentially bringing it back from the dead? His eyes went from her to the horses, they were not to far away from them, his companion was looking their way as if to gauge the threat. 

Loki felt the shape of his dagger handles take to the palms of his hands as the Troll let out a bellow, staying in its place for the moment, this wasn’t something to play around with, simple minded but deadly, they tore everything in their path to pieces. He could hear the horses frantic whinnies behind the troll, emerald eyes darted back there to them, they were spooked, scared, he could tell they were. Hell, he wasn’t exactly excited about the beast standing before him either! He shook his head as he watched his companion gaze around, frightened, catching the site of the other horse Faelwen was riding darting into the forest. “No..” he whispered, “Its frightened the horses!” he exclaimed before noticing they darted into the wrong patch of thicket. The forbidden section of trees, it wasn’t long after that, that Loki, without a thought or care about what may happen to him, darted away. In a flurry of worry, his magic caused him to vanish from the troll and Faelwens sights, placing him within the forest a beat later. Daggers in hand, the pallid Prince looked around, he was not going to let his companion die in this damn thicket! He heard a shuffle behind him, a soft, animalistic growl sounded from behind him, wolves, a momentary flash of the time in his childhood he got lost in the woods surrounded by wolves with Thor came across his eyes. Thor wasn’t there. Thor wasn’t going to save him. With one swift movement, magic jumping him, his dagger sunk into the skull of the canine he’d appeared next to, he pulled it out and watched its body fall to the sticks. Well, looks like they’re hunting after all.

Loki continued to watch her shift the stone along her hands, it was like watching his mother garden, an instant visual stimulation, he could sit and watch Frigga garden for hours and he felt he could watch Faelwen play with the foci for hours. Then again, he...

#so sorry that took me years to do #I JUST GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN SHIT #and I got sick and ugh #oiweljkafsd #SUCH AN UGLY TROLL #RUN HORSES RUNNNNNNNN #Loki likes to kill things #Loki Rp #faelwen #Cheffietina #writingsofthenotsosane #youngestprinceofasgard #princeofasgard

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You've said.

Aw, I lost another.

I really cant bring myself to care.

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......no, I don't think I will.

Aw, I lost another.

I really cant bring myself to care.

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Followers, I'm down to 19 from 21.

Aw, I lost another.

I really cant bring myself to care.

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Aw, I lost another.

I really cant bring myself to care.

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You are impossible.

You would know.

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Or youll pretend to be.

Ill be fine. Its late, you should sleep.

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Stop fretting over me Thomas, Ill be fine in the morning.

I lost a follower. 

Did I bore you? I’m not in a very sentimental mood so I wont say I’m sorry. 

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No, I'm still not sleeping but that is very beside the point. 

I lost a follower. 

Did I bore you? I’m not in a very sentimental mood so I wont say I’m sorry. 

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I lost a follower. 

Did I bore you? I'm not in a very sentimental mood so I wont say I'm sorry. 

#ooc; Loki be nice.... #ooc; Bye whomever you were....

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Loki continued to watch her shift the stone along her hands, it was like watching his mother garden, an instant visual stimulation, he could sit and watch Frigga garden for hours and he felt he could watch Faelwen play with the foci for hours. Then again, he could be extremely tired and it just caught his eye, being unable to tear himself away from watching it, recalling idly that he had his own stone on him as well. The pallid prince didn’t make any movements however, emerald eyes still trained on the hands that played with a brownish yellow colored stone, dark Marigold, that’s what color it was. Slightly brown, yellow, with a tad bit of red reflecting from it, dark Marigold...A pink tongue came out to lick his lower lip before he heard Faelwen speak, he gave a nod before looking up and away from her and the stone. “Most certainly.” he spoke, his words light as if he wasn’t mentally there, distant. “Repulsive creatures..” he muttered under his breath, most unsightly, it was the things young children feared at night, though there where so many different kinds of those creatures, all equally hideous. Too bad Father didn’t request they all be removed from the grounds, he knew if he was to become king he would have such disgusting, destructive mongrels taken from Asgard. 

The pallid prince barely heard her words as she spoke, “....what a resummon is?” was what he heard, just enough to recall what could have been said before. He turned to look at her before nodding, “I would, yes.” he stated, shifting to sit up a bit from the tree, gem colored eyes a bit wide as if he was trying to stay awake, though the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips stated this was intriguing to him. This would be interesting, to witness a resummon before his eyes of a troll he could barely see in the woods, even though he’d seen the corpse it left behind. The horses had wandered a bit close to the woods, not too far away from where they sat but close enough to the line of the woods, Loki barely paid attention to them as they knew better than to mosey into the thicket. He was sure that Thor would be very wary of this idea, but he wasn’t there now was he? No, his big brother had abandoned him to fend for himself on a realm he could barely go into the fields to relax, yet he felt the oppressive shadow he was cloaked in. Even with him so far away, he still felt it. The prince couldn’t help but look back down at the stone, “Dark marigold, what a odious pigment.” It fit, the creature was odious as well.

Loki could agree with the mumbled statement, it was hardly any fun but it was more fun to have his magic and not be driven insane if it was taken from him. He sighed softly, it wasn’t any less dangerous than the forbidden woods just…less forbidden for people...

#So evil #I want them to run away upon seeing the troll #yes okay #then they can get surrounded by wolves #there's your furs Fae! #iojeawlkfsd #Loki rp #faelwen #Cheffietina #Writingsofthenotsosane #youngestprinceofasgard #princeofasgard