in chaos we dance, in chaos you die
Chaos. That was the only word to describe the world around Loki. Where there had, only moments before, been nothing but the boredom that was elicted from a particularly boring session in which he gained no knowledge he could not have found out for himself… now there were screams and shouts and the sense of fear on the air so thick that he could taste it. It was chaos in the most basal of forms, and to Loki, it was glorious.
Of course, he wouldn’t show that it would glorious. He was fairly sure that if he decided to just stand on the sidelines and watch while the mortal forms fought mortal forms, he would be met with nothing but the most disturbing of frowny faces when this was all over and done.
It was good that there was quite a large part of Loki that actually wanted to help, however. Being met with frowny faces wasn’t enough of an impulse to get involved on its own. The fact was that the last time this had happened, for it had happened before, Loki and gotten involved because he felt like he had to. He felt like he needed to protect those around him, those who were naught by children. It was the same feeling that he felt now.
Somehow this building and the people that dwelled within it had worked its way into become his, mortals and those linked to his flesh and magic alike, and Loki had always been a possessive god. Having people repeatedly attempt to take that which was his through chaos (which was also his, a fact that just made it worse) was really becoming an infuriating thing indeed.
This chaos was glorious, yes, but after only a short while of bathing in it and the screams which echoed through the halls, Loki felt his patience draw thin. It was the familiar snake like symbol which caused the strand to snap within his mind.
“You mortals are testing my patience,” he said, stepping out of the shadows he had been skipping through, the shadows he had danced into the first moment that the soldiers have arrived. Fingers flicked and green strands of magic lashed out, coiling like whips around the back of the necks of two soldiers who had been about to fire upon a group of children trapped down the end. He yanked them backwards, weapons and bodies alike falling to the ground with sickening cracks. It was a sound that only added to the chaos… and to the grin that suddenly danced upon the God’s face. “It is a test that you can only lose.”
