#icyxmischief

[what doesn’t kill you || accepting]

“Oh, baby no, I’m not the intimidating one!”

Gene slid off the counter of the bar she’d been sitting on. The room was glitzy, and very much abandoned. Most of this casino-planet was. Which was strange. The place had been BUZZING only a few days ago. Now it was all bloodstains and quiet… and strange noises in the night. And that had been before the TARDIS had even landed.

She stalked over to stand over the skinny dark haired man handcuffed to the radiator, heels clicking as she moved. She trailed a manicured finger beneath his chin, tilting his face up so she could look in his eyes.

[what doesn’t kill you || accepting]

“My spectacular fall from grace?” Anansi’s lips pulled into a wry smirk. He palmed oil and just a hint of cacao butter between his hands, warming it before letting his fingers trace through the godling’s dark hair. Sometimes he wondered if he should have written this one with more tact on that silver tongue… But Loki had always been one of his favorites…

“Not at all.”

He had always appreciated how much time and care the Nordic Gods took with their hair. It made it easier for the Barber’s spider-quick fingers to weave the braid tight along the side of the young prince’s scalp. Elegant. Subtle. Battle-ready as any Viking.

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Fingers darted through the air, drawing runes that glowed with a pale blue energy. Her eyes narrowed slightly as the magic pulsed around her, setting the hair on her arms stand on end. She pursed her lips at this sensation, that what she saw within the magic. Something was different and she didn't know what yet. She would need time to divine it.

But, her attention was pulled away by the sound of the door. With a soft sigh, she released the magic, letting it dissipate into the air, and shook off the lingering feeling it left on her skin.

❝And just where are you sneaking in from?❞ she asked before even turning to see him. There was a playful smile on her face and in her tone. The question, coming from her, was more curious than interrogative.

A woman approaches the Tree. The scale of its infinitely fractaling branches boggles the mind, nearly incomprehensible even to her, and she cannot help but pause to admire the beauty of it. She places a hand on its "bark" in greeting, listening to the song of its magic and tasting for the strange-familiar notes of her "own" power that twines through it. For a moment, that song threatens to sweep her away--so many worlds, so many selves, who is she?--and her shape flickers--red hair, black hair, blond; male, female, neither; fire and ice and chaos--but she's grown used to such things, and (mostly) finds herself again, returning to her habitual form: a woman with long dark curls and flashing green eyes.

“ i was telling him about asgard. ”  thor doesn’t have to turn around to know that his brother is standing behind him ; he can feel a shift in the air,  a whisper of safety.  he’s sitting at the top of a cliff that’s been witness to countless conversations between brothers,  watching the waves break against the rocks below.  this time,  though,  he’s sat far from the edge ⸻ tiny toddler clad in customary bear outfit held carefully in his arms.  bjørn squirms,  reaching for loki,  and thor laughs loud and true. “ about how beautiful it was. come,  brother.  you must have a story or two to keep alive. ” 

𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂. - @icyxmischief

They had been running for what felt like days, always within reach of the other as they traversed the thick forests. Yet after one night raid they were parted, she had feared for her own life but Loki's most of all. Was he safe? Was he looking for her?

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster so tall that by the time you get to the top, all of the little people and cars down below look like toy replicas? Do you know how it feels to suddenly rush towards the ground at hundreds of miles an hour with nothing but a bar over your head to stop you from flying from your seat? You realize the people and cars are real, and as you hurtle ever closer, their features come into view; you can see the bumper stickers on the cars, and your stomach plummets. The sensation tingles all the way down your toes and creeps up the back of your neck, adrenaline surging through your veins.

     This is what it feels like to use Cerebro.

Charles’ mind is at once connected with that of the message-sender, the magic-wielder, the powerful entity Xavier now realizes is just outside on the school grounds.

     “Bring the children inside. Quietly, without causing any alarm,” Charles murmurs to Hank, keeping his mind focused on the intruder, while shielding his thoughts with ease.

     “Loki. I am Charles Xavier.”

If this is indeed the Trickster God Loki, Charles fears they may be in trouble. He’s painfully aware of the events in New York City, the fight the Avengers took on, and the many lives lost. In fact, the X-Men played a significant role clearing the rubble and looking for survivors in the aftermath. But through all that, he had been led to believe Loki had been captured and taken back to where he came from. Could he be responsible for the chaos spreading across the cosmos?

Charles is hesitant to reveal he knows who Loki is; if this is a trick, perhaps the other will show his hand if he believes him ignorant.