𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰.

❝You're just a 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 of 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, @HealingAsgard; a cloud of 𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖊 that I keep 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌.❞ — 𝑮𝑶𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑭

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

⠀⠀ — ∬ LOKI, GOD OF MISCHIEF

( Canon compliant; No IW
( Literate and descriptive
( SLs/banter welcome
( Shipped w/ HealingAsgard
( Inner workings of #Milkdud

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

|| making sure i can keep this account x

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard — his fault, and though he didn’t believe that, he was still grateful that she tried, and after a moment, reached to pull her down into his lap rather than the computer, arms wrapped securely around her waist.

“But as you said . . . later.”

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard “It’s . . . a considerably smaller collection now, but you may look through them.” Loki nodded somewhat, though his gaze remained on Eira still, a momentary silence settling between them. She was the only one who’d taken the time to ensure him that Asgard’s destruction wasn’t —

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard — optics.

"I suppose we could, yes. This one seems . . . mildly more interesting and relevant than most of their other traditions."

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard — eyes skimming over the words, though he wasn't exactly reading them. He was listening to Eira speak instead, and once she'd /finished/, the god remained quiet for a moment before allowing for a small shrug of his shoulders, verdant hues moving up to Eira's own darker —

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard — a slow blink, before inhaling a breath in order to speak.

"Hello, Eira." Gaze then flickered to her device for a moment, eyebrow raising the slightest bit. "What have you found now?"

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard Though he could hear her moving through the room to settle on the arm of his chair, Loki's gaze never actually left his book, remaining on the pages for several more minutes before finally, he lifted it to the goddess settled beside him. He didn't offer a smile, however, simply —

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard — still on it. He'd been /needed/ for something, and even if that something had been the destruction of his home, it'd been /something/, and that was enough, most of the time.

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard — that he /wanted/ before. He had none now, and in truth, the endless possibilities were more terrifying than exciting, not that Loki would ever admit to such.
Hence his reminding himself of the fact that he'd /saved/ Asgard, rather than let it go up in flames with everyone —

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard — but that did not make it any less truthful.

"One would argue that I am /already/ useful, my darling Eira," Loki then spoke, palms pressed into the grass behind him to keep him up, though gaze remained on the brunette in his lap. "I /did/ help save Asgard, after all."

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard — ultimately failed, and he was still paying for that now.
Though, it helped to know that he had Eira back, and occasionally, had Thor's attention back, too, when he was not too busy overseeing the construction of their new home. He would never /admit/ to such, of course, —

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@HealingAsgard — was diverted. There was silence for a moment, too, before shoulders lifted for a shrug, Loki still picking at the paint on his nails, or what was left of it, at least.

"I would rather be in your company than anyone else's," he offered simply; quietly.

[𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰. @MischiefDiety]

@HealingAsgard — never fix the /many/ things that were wrong with him . . . but such did not stop Loki from trying.
He did, however, continue to choose to lie about such, and simply gave Eira a look at her remark, eyes narrowed for a brief moment, before his expression softened, and gaze —