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I was somewhat productive and wrote the starter for Id, Ego, Superego. mageprinceloki and mxghty, I've determined that the order will be Loki, Thor, Lock - and I hope that doesn't rain on anyone's parade. You can find le starter here if it didn't show up in your feeds.

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Loki had always followed a very strict day-to-day plan. Not once in his life had he allowed his schedule to slip by him. Not until he'd met Thor, that was. Even in his younger days, in the hellhole he'd called home, he'd always been the organizer, the functional sibling, the last chance for human ambition that thrived within his family. It was what made him whole.

It was what left an open, gushing wound for Thor to salt, and twist his fingers into.

They'd killed together. One of the patients at the facility...no: his killer, his pet, he'd needed an escape. Needed freedom from the mundane activities offered up by medical staff. And Loki let him have that opportunity. He'd indulged pure sin, as he'd sworn he wouldn't... and still...                                          { He remembered the way Thor's face had lit up            Like a child's on Christmas morning                                                        Once he'd seen what Loki had done for him. }

A doctor, and more importantly, a fraud, laid before the killer, bound in thick, black cords - far more appealing than colorful ribbon would ever be. Thor had taught Loki how to cover his tracks, what extensive clean-up would be required of him. The psychiatrist had prepared for it all.

And that horrified him to no end.

Still, they'd done it together, mental break-down foreshadowing pure, simple elegance: precise cuts to the flesh that made Loki's mouth water. He'd looked away, feigning disgust at several key moments - but Thor had known it to be a rouse. That great, bloodied hand had come about his throat, and forced his eyes back upon the dying man, blade of the saw whirring as it ripped his innards free. 

                                 There truly was no prettier color than red. 

{ You're done now. There's no way -                               - no way in heaven, nor hell                                                     you can take back what you've done.                                                    You are a debased, inhuman killer. A murderer.                                                                                                            A monster. }

And with Thor by his side, he could live with that fact - live with himself. 

They'd run. They had to. Though their clean-up had been impeccable, the untimely arrival of a care technician had required them to flee the scene. The carefully packaged body parts were stuffed into the trunk of the doctor's car, and - Loki fearful, Thor drowning in his excitement - they'd fled. They'd fled to the only home-away-from-home Loki had ever known.                                  { He didn't often speak of his twin brother...                                          And there was a reason for that                                                 Lock invoked strange sensations                         Things Loki would have preferred to have remain buried }

"He's my brother. He'll hide us."

This was Loki's assurance as he stepped from the driver's seat, trotting over wet pavement and to his dear brother's door. He raised his hand to knock, but - quite suddenly - found himself unable. Strange, that Thor had enabled him to kill, and yet the very idea of seeing his own blood [f r o z e] him in place. There was a gentle plea in his eye, a brief resurfacing of humanity as he gazed back upon Thor, a wordless questions posed to him -

Send me “❤” if you think that I’m quality and tell me why

[text: T. Odinson] Yes.

[text: T. Odinson] Leaving everything behind the loose slat in your closet. 

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mxghty you say? -stretches- Alright, welp, here we go. ^.^

First of all, the muse is impeccable. As I've said before, I greatly admire anyone who can portray a character with a stronger "canon persona" than that which they are granted by the franchise to which they belong. I believe Stacy does this on so, so many levels. Thor is brought to life with such an.... an organic depiction. He's not some semblance of literature thrown together by keyboard strokes - you can practically hear him and see him in Stacy's writing: a feat that is very difficult to accomplish, no doubt.

And she does it. <3