Lady Loki/Loki --half the fun is to plan the plan..

[Judi Strange]

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"I always thought queen had a far sweeter ring to it."

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 * Writer note- this thread takes place DURING these threads and all happen at the same time  with multiple aspects of Loki in one.

-You're mine and don't you forget that
-reflections of Misspent youth





Far into the night, well concealed from most godlings eyes stood one of the home for Loki of Asgard. Most even if they knew would not hasten to travel there for it was well known he was cunning, and perhaps mad to a point. The few that had died spoke of tricks, traps and some still never returned to even add their tales to the others.  All in all if one was not Loki or welcomed it did well to stay away.

Such base trivialities did not concern the figure who appeared, horns glistening in the golden light as the fireplace roared to life. The figure leaned back, it offered glimpses of a visage most regal..and female.

    There had been much said about how she came to be, but really the goddess did not care for the why's so much as the "is" of her life. She moved closer to the fire, and stared into it lost in though of the grand trick she was weaving. The very best trick you see was cunning in that it offered rewards not only to herself, but others involved. This meant should they discover it the temptation would fall in place leaving them to fight with themselves. 

    "Sara, attend me." She said, barely audible and felt the presence of the darker skinned girl as she approached. Her very creation had been a cruel joke by her male aspect, a dagger to needle Angela with and once done disposed of like many whom the god did not have use for.

"My lady, what is thy will?" Turning Loki regarded her, she owned her very life to the goddess before her now that the male had grown bored. "Pray tell where is he, and draw a bath romance has left me in need of relaxation."

"Still upon Midgard my Lady, his desire to have his own Valkyries remains unabated- Your concealment spell still leaves him unable to detect me any longer." The Arabic girl offered as she removed the cloak to the goddess and stepped back folding it neatly over her left arm. How cruel we could be Loki mused watching her, though her heart was not so pure, to snatch the girl the instant form death and lock her ...Alive yet dead was a master stoke, one born simply because after a fashion she looked like the lover of Angela.

    "Good, see I am told once he returns, thy maker can oft be lucky and I cannot have him seeing this plan coming before it is sprung. Our very breath of life depends upon the hungers of another woman's heart and tho it may be tickled when red hot its strike can be legend." with that Sara offered most humble bow.

"Thy will be done Mistress." left once more alone Loki, form her vantage point the one true intellect above all other aspects of them all stared into the fire as int he distance the sounds of bath being draw was heard. 

In truth, she was no hero, no champion of anyone save herself; Sara, Angela Amora all of the nine realms she would so put fire to to save herself, it was a self delusion o think anyone else would not...

    As such, the male aspect of herself would be dealt with presently and if it so benefitted her she would aid Angela in toppling the men of this realm to survive. with heavy sigh, for she did love Asgard, in truth as much as the other Loki, of anyone who dwelled within- but what must be, must be. With heavy heart she turned and moved dropping garments as she went until before the steaming bath all she wore was her crown. Settling in she relaxed, wooing men was simplicity wooing women was cast times troublesome but she did not object to the company...but these moments of solitude were well welcomed. 

[Judi Strange]

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"Heh. Such puppets. So easy to control."

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  ** Writer note this thread employs two aspects of Loki working for their own ends yet still connected at the hip story wise  so each is represented by the header for their description.



    The night grew darker still on Midgard, in the place mortal man had decided to call "Hells Kitchen" stop atop a tall building Loki- be he of stories mischief or lies it was indeed all in the same he. Standing in the realm of men he looked down at their pathetic little made lights and transports which all bore forth such smells and sounds to drive the truly regal mad.

    Earnestly he had little use for Midgard, save for worship- he had little desire to be purged into its rank filth and bate in the all to brief moments of human life. With the departure of his female crafted self- one he built to infiltrate his half sisters Angela's order of hysteric female tempest - err, his sister called them Angels but one surely did not preclude the other aspect being ascribed.      

Hopping down his attire changed  suitably to fit in, by Asgard their clothes were as droll and drab as their existence! No wonder they amount to so very little. Still, he was here with purpose; he needed to convince heroes villains that attend to bend knee and serve him as Valkyrie.. If Angela did make her move, or as bad -if the harpy he crafted to be his equal did, then he must be ready!

Now dressed as they, the God and King of all Asgard kings moved among them as he sought those who could be of use, it should not be so hard for they were often glad garishly and their female kind did so love to display themselves- comely or not.

--"Wait, what is this?" 

    In the very air itself was the hints of magic, but not magic as he knew it, twisted- wrong magics. "Tis not unlike the realms  only a fool would look upon!? Mortals had a word for it, he had heard the baying of the sheep that was earths mages.

The term they used was Chaos realm, or Sanity bending realms. Surely if man be so afraid of chaos  he would not seek such. Perhaps in all this colossal din of fetid fragile humanity there was one he could call ally..

    Moving off the Main Street the God paused cautiously to survey the alley before he entered it. "A simple spell of scrying shall lay out what hath transpired easily enough." The sigils crafted well before the age of this so called "Civil" era of man traced the air, leaving golden fire as the very molecules erupted with the power of the magic infused into it. 

    The golden aura spread form the casting outward, until the entire alley was bathed in golden light that only one gifted in the sight could see. Time rewound itself until figures populated, 5 male 2 female.. The scene played itself out leaving one of the males to leave with one of the females, the second female fled.

 "Mutants?"

Several of the mortals spoke this, and the male with the female did do extraordinary things, and then..ah there it was- the Chaos magics of the sanity bending worlds... One of the Mortals aged near a hundred years in the span of minutes and rotted as their kind do.

    After this..Mutant- Julian, the moral woman said it thus, and she for her art is called Rita. After Julian and Rita left, then the carnage did begin.  Loki moved forward and knelt examining what offered the hint of blood. One lone unseen thing did come and rend them limb form limb. "One but that which fought like a dervish, one that fought as many...by the look of it.  Perhaps herein lies my first new weapon- let us see how it plays with a god hmm?"

[Judi Strange]

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"I always thought queen had a far sweeter ring to it."

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    Sara waited, in her heart she knew just how her lady Loki’s attempt to work with Enchantress would fair. Amora was smitten, she wondered if it was natural or simply spell craft- hard to be certain. It was however,  the same song sung many times by Skalds that often ended tragically eventually. Once ensnared so utterly, a woman’s heart could be resolute unless the one who so controlled the snare damaged it. Her Mistress assumed that Logic would sway her, but of course as with all Loki there was the arrogance to factor in, She as did he, saw themselves as a font of utter truth despite their ease and continual deceptions.

The air itself did shimmer with spell work, she moved behind a bookcase to observe unseen— If it was the male Loki, she would hide naturally. As best she knew he was still upon Midgard chasing monsters for his army, Angela had one, naturally he wished one and likely all beautiful women.

    The dim firelight did well to conceal her, her skin was darker than Asgardians- for she was not one of them by nature. It was an advantage she had used since Loki had plucked her from the moment of her final end. His gift was to lock her in a state between life and death. The result therefore was that she could not openly oppose him;  lest his delight in her being a visual torment for Angela (as she did resemble Angelas dead lover) be eclipsed by his displeasure… one of the reasons she bent knee to his more feminine creation of himself. This Loki offered life and spoke of sisterhood, lie or not it was the only path.

As the spell she felt growing reached its apex, the room was bathed in a brilliance of green and found Loki, her mistress there. However twas not a good spell for she seemed to be moving backwards in time itself.

“What dangerous magic is this, Tis an undoing!” She had to act quickly, her fate was tied with this Loki!  She rushed to the counter spell Loki had left with her- knowing full well of Amora’s penchant for treachery.

    Quickly the Arabic woman did as shown, said as was said to do by her Lady and the tether to winding time was stopped and the lady of Mischief came back to the here and now- her eyes held a loathing rage that would easily be the Male Loki’s for his brother.

    “INSUFFERABLE COW!” She raged as she stood  bolt upright and seethed mystic energy itself. “I will see her flayed for daring to truffle with me so!” She only just restrained her rage form destroying this study, toward be an obvious sign to the other Loki, one he knew she would not miss.

    “I trust all went..poorly Mistress?” Sara stood before and bent the knee, such supplication often soothed the tempest of Loki; either of them.

    “I give her eyes yet she refuses see, no wonder she is dirt under his boot, I offer her freedom and alliance and she spits in my very face!” The white hot hatred, few had provoked that from the Goddess since she came to exist, not even Loki himself . This cut deeper, woman to woman this was a betrayal. “Mark my words Sara, Once my male self is dispatched I shall wage a war upon Amora, I shall remind her why Gods are to be feared and rain blood upon her house and all those who stand with her!”

    Sara lowered her head in respect. “Affairs of the heart milady, it chains many- but she shall pay as you will it of course.” Rising to her feet she offered her hand. “To offer, I know what the other does now, the fool may well rush into his doom in his lust for “valkyries” of his very own. Come, let me show you and see if it offers remedy to your mood."

    It did, yet did not; she did wish him gone, for twas his existence that threatened her very life as sure as Sara'. She also knew eventually he would try to scheme Angela, and she wanted this topple to occur- he would ruin it all for himself.

These precious moments of chaos allowed her to anchor herself, to become the one true Loki for and to all. Cautiously she offered her hand allowing Sara to rise, the gesture was simple, she knew the servant tried to ply her heart with affectionate actions such as these, best to allow them for now, it offered stability and in the end, cost nothing. 

“Come then, show me thy story- let us see what the base fool does to end himself today?” The brooding still evident in the Asgardians voice even if the tone softened playing into the gesture of warmth and solidarity. A Loki Sara mused was but a Loki and they all seemed so afflicted when spurned, if she could keep gaming the affections of the arrogant woman she may yet survive them both. “Just this way my lady, there is drink to soothe, and much to see.”