❝Satisfaction's not in my nature.❞
Youngest and shunned runt son of Laufey, the last in his line, trying to prove his worth.
[RP|SV|MC|TW|ABO--Omega] #Ichor
// Okay everybody. I've been thinking a lot about what to do about this topic and I've decided that I can't continue to ignore it. This will be a thread, and first of all: TW for abuse, transphobia and homophobia. Bear with me please. >>
❝Hell is empty. All the devils are here.❞
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Written by #Ichor
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@RedRoomDancer_ Her excitement made him smile. She reminded him of himself when he first found a secret way into his father's library. "Yes, little one, we>
@RedRoomDancer_ > making an effort to warm her, but he knew what it felt like to be on the run. "Hold on, little human," he murmured soothingly and made >
@RedRoomDancer_ > put some distance between them and this place to put the girl at ease. Of course he would conceal them with frost and magic before >
@RedRoomDancer_ > and then started to make their way out of the facility without further ado. He had no desire to stay here any longer, and he wanted to >
@RedRoomDancer_ > Midgard, and he knew that this wasn't healthy. After a moment of contemplation, he lifted the freezing girl into his arms to carry her >
@RedRoomDancer_ The Jotun gave her a doubtful look from ice-blue eyes, feeling how cold she was. He had researched Terrans thoroughly before coming to >
@RedRoomDancer_ "Oh, sweet child," he whispered and shook his head. He was thoroughly surprised at himself for feeling downright protective of her, but >
@RedRoomDancer_ He has to smile at that and runs a cool hand over her hair. "If you do, I'll come find you in there and save you again. But think about it,>
@RedRoomDancer_ >previous, human-like hue. He retrieved the coat and scarf from under the bench, brushed off some snow and gave his new friend the clothes >
@RedRoomDancer_ >from beneath the bench and rise to his feet again in the form of a man, only shimmering blue for a moment before his skin returned to its >
@RedRoomDancer_ > the keys in a good dozen icicles that hung from the bottom of the bench. Only when the unsuspecting guard had left did Loki slither out >
@RedRoomDancer_ > an incorporeal touch of frost that wouldn't feel like more than a cold breeze to the guard, swiftly feeling and imprinting the shape of >