I'm beaten, but not defeated.

2019 is gonna be all about the monstrous feminine. here’s to keeping it feral, grotesque and unhinged, ladies 🥂

“A god?” Narcissa’s voice quivered with excitement. “Never dealt with another.” Her head cocked as she looked him over. The whites of her eyes flooded black, making her blue iris’ pop. “I’ll make you a deal Loki of Jotunheim–” Her voice changed, emitting a darker tone, evil but lustrous. “I’ll get you out. And you get me that delicious helmet Thor likes to flaunt.” She let the power of Eris wash over her. Her body surged with power as she looked over his prison.

“If you can get out, why make such a fuss?” She walked around the glass cage and rose her eyebrows. “Avengers? No. No, no, no, they’re beneath me. If I was part of that I wouldn’t get to kill. What a bore.” She almost purred the word kill. “I don’t mean Mjolnir. What use would I have with that? Barely anyone can lift it, so there’s no fun in trying to bash someone’s brains out with it. I want his helmet as a consolation prize. Thor owes me. I’ll use it as a sort of bait.” She walked over to a lonely chair outside his cage and sat down, crossing her pale legs. “He’s a bit of a show off, eh?” Her eyes traced his face, looking him over with interest, her own eyes lingering on his changing eyes.

“Are you feeling well, o Theós?” Narcissa folded her hands in her lap and looked him over. “You look ill. I don’t need a sick god working with me. Weakness is such a bad color on gods.” 

“A god?” Narcissa’s voice quivered with excitement. “Never dealt with another.” Her head cocked as she looked him over. The whites of her eyes flooded black, making her blue iris’ pop. “I’ll make you a deal Loki of Jotunheim–” Her voice changed, emitting a darker tone, evil but lustrous. “I’ll get you out. And you get me that delicious helmet Thor likes to flaunt.” She let the power of Eris wash over her. Her body surged with power as she looked over his prison.

“If you can get out, why make such a fuss?” She walked around the glass cage and rose her eyebrows. “Avengers? No. No, no, no, they’re beneath me. If I was part of that I wouldn’t get to kill. What a bore.” She almost purred the word kill. “I don’t mean Mjolnir. What use would I have with that? Barely anyone can lift it, so there’s no fun in trying to bash someone’s brains out with it. I want his helmet as a consolation prize. Thor owes me. I’ll use it as a sort of bait.” She walked over to a lonely chair outside his cage and sat down, crossing her pale legs. “He’s a bit of a show off, eh?” Her eyes traced his face, looking him over with interest, her own eyes lingering on his changing eyes.