#unyieldingstorm

Loki looks up from Thor’s–rather astonishingly well drafted–blueprintsfor a library in the heart of New Asgard, with an almost comical looklike a mother wolf cornered in her den in front of her cubs. He blinks, rapidly, his wide pupils slowly contracting to a state ofrelaxation. A quicksilver labyrinthine mind takes in what has justbeen done, and a cursory sweep of Thor’s features confirms thatit’s not a taunt or a jibe.  It’s a gesture of sincerest affection.  And it throws him back withthe tangy sensation of memory, potent and yet as through frostedglass: Thor, when they were small, dropping sloppy little boykisses on his still younger sibling’s forehead whenever a snowstormwould inexplicably render Loki immobile with fear.  

      “Ever my protector,” he breathes, tucking a small smile into his        chin.  

Then he peers directly into his brother’s one good eye, where he sees the pain of a naturally unguarded and affectionate soul havingbeen deceived and abandoned time and time again:  Withoutexplanation.        “ … I know that it will take you years … or perhaps it will never       come to pass, that you trust me again.  But that, just now, was        a gift. So allow me to return the kindness with candor:        Thor, I earnestly love you.  And I never wanted to be without        you.  And I no longer want to cause you pain or self-doubt.        I am proud to be yours.  You did not give up on me, when        I was a howling and wounded monster.  And I will not disappoint        you again, by giving up on you, either.                     I will wait for you, brother.”  He rises, and smiles.        “These are good.  Very good. One day we shall fill this place’s        shelves with new tomes, all about the glory of our first home.”  

my muse is a merperson, and yours is a pirate who captures them

He should’ve known better than approaching a ship in the open ocean. Pure of curiosity alone would kill a cat, or so the saying went. Humans definitely had very strange and unique words of choices to make a metaphor of everything. 

It happened fast, and he was panicking by the time his tail got caught in fishnet, resulting him getting tangled more and he couldn’t get out of it. Before he could solve the problem, someone - something - pulled the fishnet slowly and by the time they were done, the merman was in a ship. 

Correction, a pirate ship. Well, isn’t this great?

Now he was inside a tub that was too small for his liking, with murky water and definitely would ruin his good tail, locked inside a room without knowing what really happened out there. A few people came and went back outside just to give him some food or made fun of him, but the merman always hissed angrily at them whenever they were too close, showing of his sharp teeth shamelessly because apparently it was the only thing that worked, at least it could always drive them away from him. Not like he could fight them off by himself. Not when he was out of the ocean and stuck in this place. This kind of place made him weak.

Everything was perfect, and now it was gone. 

With a sigh, Loki rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed, fixing his hair. He couldn’t possibly sleep now, should he be haunted again by those visions. Perhaps a drink would settle his nerves, he concluded, so he got dressed in the simplest tunic and pants to find a stash somewhere on this ship. Given whom it was stole from, that shouldn’t be too hard to do. 

"Do not tease, Loki. This is serious. Please, change me back."

thor: -still judging-

@unyielding-storm

Today was not a day for learning. At least, that’s how Loki felt as he sat and listened to his tutor’s lecture about the nine realms. Usually he was an attentive boy, eager to learn. But today was not one of those days. The boy was too distracted by his activities for later today. His mother was going to teach him how to do illusions and he couldn’t wait. But that wouldn’t be until after lunch and that wouldn’t happen until this was all over. It wasn’t fair!

Not to mention he was already getting rather hungry. He didn’t eat much at breakfast and now he was regretting it.