Post by Krysta on Sept 8, 2014 22:45:51 GMT -5
Things were better, much better, at least, Loki felt so. Hiding from his family for over two years now, it had been hard at first. He wanted nothing more then to gather his strength and make them feel his wrath, of course his mother would have been spared, had she not died. Wallowing in his depression, he spent days sleeping, and nights staying awake to his thoughts, trying to sleep. His mind would often gain a buzzing sound, and feel as if a thunder storm was raging inside in his insomniac mind and body. Not something he really liked. After the first few months, he felt that maybe it would be better if he allowed Thor and the others to capture him anyway. Anything was better then being left alone to nothing but madness of racing thoughts. He had decided to do just that, and after he had finally gone out to attack some pitiful excuses for living, breathing, members of the tree Yggdrasil, was when he met her.
She was everything to him from that day forward, having stopped him by doing nothing but being perfect... for a midgardian. She held the darkest hair he had ever seen. But of course, what with those on Asgard having mainly white, blond and red hair, a dark color was very unique and lovely, and hey, even for a mortal her hair was as smooth as the finest silk in all of Asgard. Her eyes were another thing entirely! Lovely pools of water in which he could find himself swimming in for hour on end... or drowning in without a care of ever getting out alive. Her skin was pale, as pale as what a woman, in his mind, should be, but her dress was that of a midgardian. Not a dress at all, but instead the female version of what men wore, a tunic and trousers. Despite all that, she was as beautiful as a Valkyrie. In fact, Loki believed the Valkyries would be jealous of such a beauty, and she was only mortal!
Over time he wooed her, had her eating out of the palm of his hand. But eventually, somewhere along the line, he knew not where, he was the one bowing down to her as the goddess she was, and he an undeserving servant. He pampered her, spoiled her absolutely rotten, and even then, she never accepted the role of a bratty princess he treated her as. She was always sweet, and never materialistic. Seemed that she was from the line of one of the few midgardians not swayed by his mothers love for all things gold and shiny, like when she had first visited midgard. For that he was thankful, it meant that no matter what happened, his love would be at his side, and never leave him 'when his purpose had been fulfilled' like he had seen many in Asgard do.
Though throughout the year their love had been seen by only a few he felt worthy of showing, she was... becoming distant. True he wasn't the best option to sleep with on cold nights, being a Jotuun and all, and it was getting colder by the day. And true he would have those moments when he could contain his rage(never harming her or directing his frustrations on her mind you.), but... he felt that maybe he did something to push her away, though what it was he would never know. She had been gone from his hideout for the past few days, staying with her parents, and with her absence, came his racing thoughts and insomnia. What did he do? Was it something he said? Was it something he did? Did he end up freezing her by accident the few times, during his rage, everything around him became icy cold? If none of that then what? Maybe she was like the other Asgardian women, using men till they no longer served a purpose, but no, that wasn't her, that wasn't his Shadow. He knew very well she was nothing like that and, if he did do something, she would tell him at the right time, when she was ready, when she felt he was ready for it more likely. Maybe that was just him? Being who he was pushed many away. The only one immune to that was his mother, and in the end he pushed her away.
Not willing to think anymore on the subject, he stood and headed to his study. Maybe reading would calm his nerves, as they always have, but when he found himself in the library, he couldn't find a book good enough. At least, not one that didn't remind him of his Shadow in some way or form. And finally finding a book, he sat down in his chair and begun to read. By the time he got bored of it, it was what the mortals called 'witching hour' or was that 'the devils hour'? Either way it was three AM and he wanted nothing more then to wallow in his grief now. But upon setting down the book, a hand was placed on his. That perfect, pale hand that made him smile and made his icy heart melt and beat. "Happy Fathers Day." his beautiful Shadow said with the most heart warming smile. He hugged her quickly, holding her close, but when he realized what she said, he pulled away enough to look into her face, "It is the middle of winter, and if I remember correctly, the midgardian 'Fathers Day' is in the summer months." But when he said it, he said it as more of a question.
Shadow only gave him a bigger grin and held his hand, rubbing the back of his hand for a few mere moments before placing it on her belly. Then it clicked, he smiled, but his face was questioning...
"Wait... what?"
She was everything to him from that day forward, having stopped him by doing nothing but being perfect... for a midgardian. She held the darkest hair he had ever seen. But of course, what with those on Asgard having mainly white, blond and red hair, a dark color was very unique and lovely, and hey, even for a mortal her hair was as smooth as the finest silk in all of Asgard. Her eyes were another thing entirely! Lovely pools of water in which he could find himself swimming in for hour on end... or drowning in without a care of ever getting out alive. Her skin was pale, as pale as what a woman, in his mind, should be, but her dress was that of a midgardian. Not a dress at all, but instead the female version of what men wore, a tunic and trousers. Despite all that, she was as beautiful as a Valkyrie. In fact, Loki believed the Valkyries would be jealous of such a beauty, and she was only mortal!
Over time he wooed her, had her eating out of the palm of his hand. But eventually, somewhere along the line, he knew not where, he was the one bowing down to her as the goddess she was, and he an undeserving servant. He pampered her, spoiled her absolutely rotten, and even then, she never accepted the role of a bratty princess he treated her as. She was always sweet, and never materialistic. Seemed that she was from the line of one of the few midgardians not swayed by his mothers love for all things gold and shiny, like when she had first visited midgard. For that he was thankful, it meant that no matter what happened, his love would be at his side, and never leave him 'when his purpose had been fulfilled' like he had seen many in Asgard do.
Though throughout the year their love had been seen by only a few he felt worthy of showing, she was... becoming distant. True he wasn't the best option to sleep with on cold nights, being a Jotuun and all, and it was getting colder by the day. And true he would have those moments when he could contain his rage(never harming her or directing his frustrations on her mind you.), but... he felt that maybe he did something to push her away, though what it was he would never know. She had been gone from his hideout for the past few days, staying with her parents, and with her absence, came his racing thoughts and insomnia. What did he do? Was it something he said? Was it something he did? Did he end up freezing her by accident the few times, during his rage, everything around him became icy cold? If none of that then what? Maybe she was like the other Asgardian women, using men till they no longer served a purpose, but no, that wasn't her, that wasn't his Shadow. He knew very well she was nothing like that and, if he did do something, she would tell him at the right time, when she was ready, when she felt he was ready for it more likely. Maybe that was just him? Being who he was pushed many away. The only one immune to that was his mother, and in the end he pushed her away.
Not willing to think anymore on the subject, he stood and headed to his study. Maybe reading would calm his nerves, as they always have, but when he found himself in the library, he couldn't find a book good enough. At least, not one that didn't remind him of his Shadow in some way or form. And finally finding a book, he sat down in his chair and begun to read. By the time he got bored of it, it was what the mortals called 'witching hour' or was that 'the devils hour'? Either way it was three AM and he wanted nothing more then to wallow in his grief now. But upon setting down the book, a hand was placed on his. That perfect, pale hand that made him smile and made his icy heart melt and beat. "Happy Fathers Day." his beautiful Shadow said with the most heart warming smile. He hugged her quickly, holding her close, but when he realized what she said, he pulled away enough to look into her face, "It is the middle of winter, and if I remember correctly, the midgardian 'Fathers Day' is in the summer months." But when he said it, he said it as more of a question.
Shadow only gave him a bigger grin and held his hand, rubbing the back of his hand for a few mere moments before placing it on her belly. Then it clicked, he smiled, but his face was questioning...
"Wait... what?"