#victorybringer

shoutouts. ll accepting!

Asgard wanted Loki to be something that he refused to be, and so he left. Turned his back on acceptance and the cost it would come with. Left the box that they had tried to force him into smoldering in his wake. Left them to their fighting and petty games rather than choose a side he knew would turn on him eventually. 

Besides, there were far better games to be played. 

No longer the God of Lies, Loki had freed himself to do as he wished with the life he had won. For a time, that freedom was enough. He galavanted across planets, playing his own games and gathering up new stories as he went. But perhaps quicker than he had expected it, the thrill of being free began to wear off. There was no home for him to return to. No safe place for him to land. In the few quiet moments he found, his thoughts began to wander back to Asgard. 

It was not the memory of the golden halls nor the recognition he had once received that pulled at his heart. Those things were easy to give up, and he did not doubt they would be easy to reclaim. No, what he found himself missing was something he had lost long before he turned away. A soft voice. A gentle touch. Things he had once taken for granted that he now wondered if he was even allowed to take back.

Once again, Loki turned away. Leaving his games and schemes behind where he’d started them and making his way back to Asgard. To her. A wife that he wasn’t not certain would want to see him now, but that he could not go without checking in on.

He was not sure how welcome he would be on Asgard now, after the way he had left things. A change of form would allow him to go mostly unnoticed. To fly overhead as a magpie and come to settle on her windowsill, pecking at the glass to be let in.

oh fuck

@victorybringer

The battle had not gone well. 

Unwilling to admit his own missteps and steaming with anger, Loki cursed -loudly - all those slights which could possibly be responsible for his injury. Supported between Fandral and Hogun, his face pale and drawn, Loki drooped onto a healing bed. He quieted, shaking fingers tentatively exploring the gashed hole in his leg. Just leaning up to do so made his head swim. 

you just opened him up to a lot of daddy jokes

‘U-uhm--- possible, I guess.’ 

gren is my son it’s okay he’s a good boy save for the human eating thing

NOT WITH YOUR DICK, I HOPE.