Post by Loki Laufeyson on Jun 3, 2012 20:43:44 GMT -4
Loki, Was one for hiding in plain sight. A proverbial god amongst men. It was with ease that his normal clothing, well normal for a being from Asgard, was easily changed by just a mere though of magic. Now clad in a black suit, silken dark golden yellow tie and a dark forest green overcoat. His jet black hair smoothed back against his head, his eyes shone a most unearthly green. A bit more fitting amongst the human race then steel and cloaks. Loki chose not to cloak himself entirely to everyone. In fact Loki wanted to be found by no one in particular. It had been some time since he felt the need, nay the calling to cause some almost classic chaos. Midgard would provide the perfect board for such a game.
It was peaceful for the time being, until Loki decided just exactly what he was going to cause. A car wreak was to simple for his tastes. Though one could be of large enough size in such a place traffic would be backed up for hours. Then again It was not his taste to cause something so small anymore. He placed his hands in the pockets of the overcoat as he waited patiently for the light on the cross walk to change with the crowd around him. It was easy to just follow the example of others at this time then do what he normally does. More or less it was whatever he wished to.
The light changed on the cross walk and the crowd moved accordingly. He did as well. Loki paused for a moment, looking up at the clouds before continuing on his path to no where. A devious smile grew across his face as he gave into the small scale malicious thought crossed his mind earlier. It was as simple as a whim to cause a few cars from the oncoming traffic to plow through the rest of the crowd that was behind him. Smashing ruthlessly into the oncoming lane on the other side. A screech of moving tires across asphalt, Crunch of metal against metal, shattering glass. Screams of pedestrians, that could move out of the way. Others that could not an lost their lives or injured.
It was so easy to cause a massive disruption of chaos in Midgard. The beings that called this realm home were terribly high strung, it was nothing but a powder keg waiting for the fire to ignite it.
Though the thing that made him stand out in the crowd of frantic humans, was the fact that he was not one, nor was he running around like someone had removed his head from his shoulders. He merely continued walking.
It would be dark soon. The sun was sinking, the shadows of the tall buildings reaching out over him like lengthening claws, to snatch and swallow him up. The thought should have been comforting. He had always been at home in the shadows, in the darkness, where no one could find him. Protected. Hidden. Safe. Where he could see and not be seen. But now he could think of nothing but his cell, his prison, so thrice cursed dark. Nothing but black pressing in on his eyes, seeping into his mind, teeth into his brain, until he could barely remember what light was.
The tall buildings had eyes. They glowed balefully in the liquid firelight of the sunset. No matter where he went, they would see. They would know.
He wanted to stop feeling. He was broken, shattered, irreparable, but would not quite accept it. Much akin to the denial he held about his pedigree. There was still some shard of him down in that dark hole, some shard of him back in Asgard, some shard of him in the void through which he fell, pieces of his soul forgotten and rotting away. Pieces that could never be replaced.
Every thought felt jagged, tearing at him as it passed through his mind.
The thoughts that had tortured him as he plummeted between the branches of Yggdrasil, little hooks lodging in his mind, refusing to let go, they were returning, rusted but just as sharp as before.
He ducked into the space between two buildings, leaned back against cold brick, as his breath began to grow short and rough. His fingers clenched around the lapels of his coat, drawing it tighter around himself. He ground his teeth together, pulled at his hair, willed this to stop, his breaths ragged and shuddering in his own ears. The shadows grew around him, darkness creeping over him.
His hands came away from his scalp with blood beneath the fingernails. He could feel it trickling down the back of his neck, delicate as a lover's touch.
He wanted to laugh. What came out sounded half like a sob.
What did he have left? Only his own skin. His own power. Was this really freedom? Why did it hurt so much?
The eyes of the buildings...weren't they made of glass?
He looked up. Within moments, he willed it. They but simply shattered. A rain of splintered shard falling for blocks upon block of down town. No doubt many would be injured. Not a second thought that some would die. An he cared not a wit for it.
Loki's wolfish face split into a smile and he laughed like the maniac he truly was.
It was peaceful for the time being, until Loki decided just exactly what he was going to cause. A car wreak was to simple for his tastes. Though one could be of large enough size in such a place traffic would be backed up for hours. Then again It was not his taste to cause something so small anymore. He placed his hands in the pockets of the overcoat as he waited patiently for the light on the cross walk to change with the crowd around him. It was easy to just follow the example of others at this time then do what he normally does. More or less it was whatever he wished to.
The light changed on the cross walk and the crowd moved accordingly. He did as well. Loki paused for a moment, looking up at the clouds before continuing on his path to no where. A devious smile grew across his face as he gave into the small scale malicious thought crossed his mind earlier. It was as simple as a whim to cause a few cars from the oncoming traffic to plow through the rest of the crowd that was behind him. Smashing ruthlessly into the oncoming lane on the other side. A screech of moving tires across asphalt, Crunch of metal against metal, shattering glass. Screams of pedestrians, that could move out of the way. Others that could not an lost their lives or injured.
It was so easy to cause a massive disruption of chaos in Midgard. The beings that called this realm home were terribly high strung, it was nothing but a powder keg waiting for the fire to ignite it.
Though the thing that made him stand out in the crowd of frantic humans, was the fact that he was not one, nor was he running around like someone had removed his head from his shoulders. He merely continued walking.
It would be dark soon. The sun was sinking, the shadows of the tall buildings reaching out over him like lengthening claws, to snatch and swallow him up. The thought should have been comforting. He had always been at home in the shadows, in the darkness, where no one could find him. Protected. Hidden. Safe. Where he could see and not be seen. But now he could think of nothing but his cell, his prison, so thrice cursed dark. Nothing but black pressing in on his eyes, seeping into his mind, teeth into his brain, until he could barely remember what light was.
The tall buildings had eyes. They glowed balefully in the liquid firelight of the sunset. No matter where he went, they would see. They would know.
He wanted to stop feeling. He was broken, shattered, irreparable, but would not quite accept it. Much akin to the denial he held about his pedigree. There was still some shard of him down in that dark hole, some shard of him back in Asgard, some shard of him in the void through which he fell, pieces of his soul forgotten and rotting away. Pieces that could never be replaced.
Every thought felt jagged, tearing at him as it passed through his mind.
The thoughts that had tortured him as he plummeted between the branches of Yggdrasil, little hooks lodging in his mind, refusing to let go, they were returning, rusted but just as sharp as before.
He ducked into the space between two buildings, leaned back against cold brick, as his breath began to grow short and rough. His fingers clenched around the lapels of his coat, drawing it tighter around himself. He ground his teeth together, pulled at his hair, willed this to stop, his breaths ragged and shuddering in his own ears. The shadows grew around him, darkness creeping over him.
His hands came away from his scalp with blood beneath the fingernails. He could feel it trickling down the back of his neck, delicate as a lover's touch.
He wanted to laugh. What came out sounded half like a sob.
What did he have left? Only his own skin. His own power. Was this really freedom? Why did it hurt so much?
The eyes of the buildings...weren't they made of glass?
He looked up. Within moments, he willed it. They but simply shattered. A rain of splintered shard falling for blocks upon block of down town. No doubt many would be injured. Not a second thought that some would die. An he cared not a wit for it.
Loki's wolfish face split into a smile and he laughed like the maniac he truly was.