Hello! Okay. Did you guys. See. The. THOR TWO TRAILER #2!?
I just about passed out. ^-^
It inspired feelz inside of the fangirl and so I started to write little thoughts on the matter of New York and Loki being in jail from first Thor then Loki. :D I hope you enjoy it and understand what I am trying to say for the characters. xD
I promise to update Quiet soon! I feel so awful! Especially for Dog Days but I am bone dry on my inspiration for that fic, so much I might discontinue it. DX Yah. Sorry.
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I'll be starting a Baby Loki/Clintasha fic any day now so please look out for that!
Thanks everyone!
I suppose this whole thing is my fault. But what else do you want from me, brother?
I can no longer sleep nor enjoy time in our home for I know you are wrangled in to the same small cell, buried under the castle floors.
You used to be afraid of the prison when we were younger. You would cling casually to the side of my cape or tunic so that no one else would feel your fear but I. Something about killing even the smallest animal frightened you to tears, which everyone, even I at times, would find most humorous.
But at the same time I understood why. It was because you cared too much.
You cared about what people thought of me and mother and yourself. You cared fiercely about not harming anyone, which led to roaring fights between us as children about even the smallest hunt.
You were quiet and kind and thoughtful… But now…. Now I'm not so sure you could be called the same person, Loki, if that is your name anymore. You laugh at serious business that might have driven you to tears as a child. You kill for sport as well as offend and push away me and our friends.
Mother worries yet you do nothing to quench her fears as you used to. I'm too busy fighting to bring you around to care for her, which again is my fault. But still...
When did you stop caring brother?