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[[Sorry I haven’t been on this blog much, guys.  Meatspace has been kind of kicking my ass.

I’m officially going on hiatus for a bit.  I’m not abandoning this blog, don’t worry—I love playing this Loki, and I don’t plan to leave him forever—but, thanks to some personal issues and some dumb stuff happening offline, I don’t really have the spoons to keep up with it right now.  So, just making an announcement.  I don’t want anyone to think I’ve left for good.

I’ll still be on my main, so if you want to talk to me personally you can totally do it there.  I’m much nicer than Crazypants Laufeysson, I promise.]]

heirofasgard:

askthemostcunning:

heirofasgard:

Er, alright. I will come with you.

Fool that you are, you still trust me.  It will be your downfall.  Though you have already fallen so far, have you not, so far from your glory, trapped in this frail mortal frame—

You wanted to know my true name.  Yes?  Very well, I will tell you.  Only remember that you asked for this.

My name is Loki.

What are you talking about ? I did not fall— I was found in the desert.

Alright. Loki.

[He laughs—a high-pitched, staccato sound, like ice cracking.]

So you do not remember, do you?  Of course not.  I wonder why?  What force took your memories from you?  Was it the Allfather?  Perhaps he thought it some form of mercy—the loss was too great to allow it to remain with you.  Does he think me dead?  After I fell, and you fell—

Ah, but you would not know.  Found in the desert—lucky enough to be found, weren’t you, while I clawed my way back from the abyss without a single hand to guide me—but I have one thing that you do not, for once in our lives I have one thing that you do not.  I have my memory.  I remember—everything.

(via heirofasgard)

heirofasgard:

Er, alright. I will come with you.

Fool that you are, you still trust me.  It will be your downfall.  Though you have already fallen so far, have you not, so far from your glory, trapped in this frail mortal frame—

You wanted to know my true name.  Yes?  Very well, I will tell you.  Only remember that you asked for this.

My name is Loki.

(Source: askthemostcunning, via heirofasgard)

heirofasgard:

askthemostcunning:

You wished to speak with me?

Very well, then.  We will speak.  Come with me.

Where are you taking me ?

Somewhere less—public.  I do not like to be out in the open.

Do you still trust me?

(via heirofasgard)

You wished to speak with me?

Very well, then.  We will speak.  Come with me.

Go away.

Somehow, none of this surprises me.

Is this supposed to mean something?

I find your behavior highly suspicious.

No.

Do you truly wish to know?  No doubt you will not stop pestering me until I have told you—so stubborn, bullheaded, never would listen to me, would you—

Should I tell you?  Should I tell you, and shatter this comfortable illusory image you have of me?  Or would you even recognize my name?  Would it mean nothing to you?  Nothing—nothing at all, I meant nothing to you, nothing, nothing—

Very well, then.  If you insist.  Wait for me.

Because I have said so!  Must I give a reason for my every twitch of movement?  Now leave me.

Oh, don’t be pedantic with me.  I hardly have the patience for it tonight.

Fine then.  Why.

Oh, of course you have the right, you always have the right, don’t you, always, you—

—I cannot discuss this with you now, not now.  Later.  Tomorrow.  Not now.  I—we will meet somewhere private.  And I will—will explain.  Yes.  But not now.  Tomorrow.