DAEMON: Mjölnird

[drapes]

[ this was not a conscious posting. this was mjolnird deciding thor needed to do some socializing, get out there and share some feelings and make some friends and whine about family problems. he will not even be noticing that this was posted until the first comment alerts him. whoopsies. ]

RAINBOW MEME

Preferred Alias: Thor, Son of Odin, God of Thunder, Strongest Avenger

RED - Something about yesterday: I failed in my sworn duty.
ORANGE - Something you do well: War.
YELLOW - Something about your childhood: My brother stabbed me a lot.
GREEN - Something you learned last week: Like me, my brother doesn't perish so easily from stab wounds.
BLUE - Something you can't live without: People.
INDIGO - Something you watch: The stars.
VIOLET - Something you listen to: A minstrel troupe the Midgardians call 'Led Zeppelin'.

Ask Me About My Rainbow

Comments

[drapes]

You certainly made it seem like you did.

[ thor snorts out in a short laugh, because loki had been all viciousness and sharp edges since the moment thor stepped foot on the bifrost after his exile. even after his father's explanation of the events that came before he'd fallen into his sleep, thor had been endlessly confused. he's worked out some pieces of it, knowing what he does about his brother, guesses at the paths his thoughts trailed on that drew him further down into darker and darker ends.

he wants to argue that yes, he understood, he understands, and it's a great struggle of pride and the stubbornness in wanting an absolute and firm stance, to just make him stop. his breath is held a while, forcing down those instincts, for how little they've served him with loki thus far. ]

Maybe I didn't. [ he tells him, finally, breath leaving in a slow but easy stream. something almost like surrender in it. ] So explain it to me now.

[ you have his full and undivided attention now. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ His answer is a quiet huff at that. Considering the circumstances, Loki is hardly going to apologize. Trapped between two hard places, at the very least, Loki would weasel his way out into a deal. Still, it was a truth. Loki never blamed Thor for the lie. There were many other things to blame Thor for, after all. He wavers though, another Thor at the back of his mind, dark and merciless. The summation of all his fears under the Psy-Link, banished by Loki's hand.

Maybe he can try now. ]

Everything felt wrong.

[ It comes out as a stutter, fragmented breaths trying to piece together a feeling. Loki has always excelled in word-play, but that never extended to his feelings. ]

I didn't know what was real anymore. You, Asgard . . . everyone felt wrong. And that wrongness was in me. I always knew it was there — I never quite met the standards after all, but it was worse knowing . . . Every story, every moment became couched in shadow.

And I had no way of perceiving the truth. I can't tell.