Loki
"Well, let me know if 'real power' wants a magazine or something." the human said, strolling off. How insolent - how insubordinate - how stupid of him to say such a thing. As if a mind as great as mine would need a magazine to be entertained. I was pleased with simply imagining my reign to come- the fall of my so-called "family", the glory of my rule over Earth, the conquests to follow. 'Real power' was doing just fine.
|| Eira ||
"**** off." I hissed, growling at the agents who had come to visit my cell. Seventeen year old girls did not belong in government prisons, and they were about to learn this. Of course, the specially designed shackles kept me from releasing my frozen fury, so their education would consist of my violent, swear-laden language. As my overheated body was dragged into a transport vehicle, I released each one of the profane terms I knew in creatively insulting sentences.
"… and shove it up your *****!" I finished furiously. Preparing for another round of slander, I drew in a deep breath before heat and warmth and pain washed over me, and the world grew dark.