#losttothewinter

Maria would rather lose a limb entirely and retire from SHIELD than accept a cybernetic replacement.

losttothewinter

notjustatrophy

figurisxmutari

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[[Ngl, kinda tempted to try my hand at it. Damn you.]]

[[ omg you should

it's actually kind of fun??

There were certain things that Nicolai Romanoff knew that he could not outrun, no matter how quickly he tried to race.

His history, his actions, the people he had left behind in one life and connected to in another (over and over and over again, just rinse and repeat): there was no escaping any of it, ever, and it was something that Nicolai had resigned himself to for the rest of his life.

The Russian sighed quietly and leaned--just briefly--against the metal supporting limb of the armory's gun shelving. It was just a small moment of weakness, one that came few and far in-between, and passed over soon enough.

Loki had always been fond of secrets.

Secrets to keep, secrets to discover, secrets to track down and unveil on his own time. Secrets were the world's currency, countries bought and paid depending on what another might know--no matter the realm or the time, this truth always remained the same.

And there were some secrets--

Ah, some secrets that spawned legends. Whispers in the dark that so few were willing to speak on. Secrets that were worth their weight in gold--and more. It was such a secret that Loki had managed to track down, moving from country to country and then from government brach to government brach; bits and pieces were all that most had known, but--sometimes, not often, but sometimes--yet another part of the puzzle was brought to light.

The trail of breadcrumbs remained elusive for quite some time, remaining only teasing little hints here and there; he collected them, tucked them away, kept them safe within his own mind (a labyrinth all its own), and then, on day, he found the trail's end.

The room that he stepped from the shadows into was Jötunheimr-cold, skin goosepimpling almost immediately upon entering, and the constant humming from overworked machines pressed roughly against his eardrums. The pressure seemed to increase with every step further into the storage facility, lessening finally only when the god waved an indolent hand to create a bubble of blessed silence 'round him.

With every step causing his boots to ring against the metal of the floor, Loki made his way closer to a standing tube placed at the back of the facility; fog slipped away from the surface in slim, eerie tendrils that waved lazily through the air--beckoning him to come, to come...

It wasn't long before the god pressed a pale, long-fingered hand against the front of the stasis generator, clearing the condensation from the small window that allowed Loki to see just what was within--and the god grinned, wild and wicked and dangerous, because here, oh, here--

He had found a secret's heart--

And he was going to steal it away.

The cryogenics tube's control panel was simple enough to navigate, codes bypassed with a bit of luck and a great deal of magic, and it wasn't long before the lid began to lift with a quiet 'hissssssss' of escaping air to reveal a too-still form hidden within.

Are you, are you coming to the tree where they strung up a man they say murdered three Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree Are you, are you coming to the tree Where the dead man called out for his love to flee Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree Are you, are you coming to the tree Where I told you to run so we'd both be free Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree Are you, are you coming to the tree Wear a necklace of rope side by side with me Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

Waking up to a list of chores that I do EVERY single day that I "need" to do. (Because doing them every day of the week means I'm going to miraculously forget to do them today, huh?)

Passive aggressive bullshit through texts after having dealt with the same thing all weekend long. Seriously, if you have a problem with me then just spit it out and don't pussyfoot around it. You're likely going to piss me off even more that way than if you were to just nut up and say flat out what the hell you're upset about.