Title: strown with these flowers we call suns
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Emerson
Warnings: well, they're Loki's kids. So everything that entails.
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 140
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go, e e cummings.
Can you hear it? Sleipnir asks, locked in a stall, metal on his feet.
Yes, Fenrir replies, locked deep inside a mountain, sword in his mouth.
What do you want to do? Jörmungandr questions from the deep, eyes towards the sky and brothers he's barely seen.
Take us with you, Váli begs, straining to reach his twin, who no longer has a voice with which to speak.
I can open a door, Hel tells them all. Will you go through?
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They are reborn in the same order as their first life. Though they aren't the same people, they are the same souls, and they find each other - Stefan, Felix, Jordan, Helena, Vincent, and Nikolas.
There are legends, in this world, about a fiery god of lies and his accursed children. But in this world, they are only legends.