(Loki: male) Duplicity thy name is Woman..

[Judi Strange]

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

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    In a flare of golden light the Lord of Lies did and himself in his sanctum once more. Midgard had once again proven itself to be little more than a den of flies feasting on carrion. Despite the near infinite variety of humans they all seemed to fail upon use. How had the Avengers bested him, the X-men it boggled the mind! His jaw set, despite this visage that wa said by many to be handsome, his tempest of thoughts made it brood and offer a glimpse into the darkness behind his comely facade.

    This situation with the puppet of himself he had created was going too far. The wench sought to overtake him and bury him deep, to shunt him into darkness and sit upon his throne, nay his throne would be the bodies of all before she would set her fetid charms upon that which was his! Swiftly he moved to take pen to parchment to answer the letter he had been sent by the enchantress Amora.

    “Dearest Iðunn,” he began as quill left to his words but with the most pedestrian of spells. “I thank thee for thy apples of wisdom, I offer hearty honors for your taking pen to each on my behalf. I am saddened mine arrow hath decided to land poorly and seek to strike thee. This charade doth move to its conclusion, mayhap soon I shall break that arrow that I hath made and send it to its final rest.”

    He paced as he spoke, this had to end, there was room for only one Loki- the True Loki to exist. This Lady Loki had use with Angela, but if her plot was shadows- then there was no use for a “Lady Loki” especially a duplicitous one, and it was long past time his power was consolidated instead of split in twain.

    “Sara,” The Dark God called, his thrall- the dark hued beauty who tugged at Angela’s love. Perhaps he would send her to see if Angela was all false fire. “SARA!” He demanded but found there was no reply, no bowing. “Flee your lord then you I have no use for thee as well.” He raised a hand, in truth he was growing weary of all of this and best to put fire to it all.

    With but a snap he canceled the enchantment that held his puppet in her strings*, if death was her wish so mote it be. If he had to he would get Sera herself to ply at Angela, the Angels sapphic love but a tool as all love did seem to be. But for now, back to the missive.

    “Iðunn, I begin my work of revenge and craft, this shall end soon be strong and know thy loyalty is well noticed and adored, do not speak of it to Thor, his oafs mind likely would see her as the victim and thus he would seek to see her secured and me so chained to the rocks once more…Loki


*result of the snap to be seen in Lady Loki Solo forthcoming   

Loki's Theme song: Osi and the Jupiter Old Dead

Heroes: Magik | She-Hulk | Pixie
Villains: Spiral | Typhoid Mary | Loki | White Rabbit 

[Judi Strange]

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

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Sara had done much to mollify the rage that Amora had fostered in her mistress. Lady Loki at long last had ceased the violent descriptions of what she would indeed do to the Enchantress when their paths crossed once more. There, the great dark lady of Asgard sat upon her throne. 

It had taken much wine to put her in a calmer state, her rage so furious at the attempt upon her life that murder was her only goal once they stood eye to eye once more. Another pour by the slight, dark skinned servant and more soothing, honeyed words. 

“She is bewitched. Indeed, what woman has not been so bewitched by a man to act a fool for his pleasures?” Sara asked, and sat the pitcher to the side. “She is held in a craft stronger than witchery, a need to be loved by that which can offer--no love, no compassion.” She moved the goblet closer to the raven haired feminine aspect of Loki, the one he himself crafted as a trick; one that in that trick achieved her own life and goals.

“I care not, she is weak and I could rip her apart; for am I not a Goddess?” Came the reply, with the slight slurring of too much drink. “I offer her a place, I offer her freedom from the gaze of crude men, with ungainly caresses and worse appearance.” Taking the goblet, she lifted it, drank deeply and felt the sting of its venom that warmed her stomach as it joined its fellows. 

Her green eyes moved to Sara. Sweet Sara, who at once knelt, saw that the masculine incarnation of Loki was n’er to be trusted. Sweet Sara who had become loyal and adored above other servants. 'Tis true, Loki gave her life, but twas Lady Loki who offered delights that made it worth living. It pulled a smile from the trickster Goddess, twas the only good thing Loki hath made that was indeed loyal and she had stolen it.

“Thou art grace, better than thy station, Sara. Once he is dead, once he is dust, thou shall be free from thy pledge to us. Life or death shall be as thou wilt. Though he snatched thee from thy moment of death, it shall be my hand to release thy beauteous grace.” She offered a delicate hand, leaned over and caressed the darker hued arm. Perhaps there was affection or more for those who rally to her cause, in these early days as she rebels against her creation. Those who heed are indeed special.

*SNAP*

Too much drink, the vassal thought, a soft smile on her lips; topping the drink off she stepped away; it seemed an opportune time to prepare her chambers as the Goddess seemed ready to retire to sweet liquid slumber and dreams far away from this silly w--

The thought died upon the vine.

To Lady Loki, the warmed goblet sated; she would plan to kill Amora and Loki tomorrow. It would be a shame to burn this warm adored feeling away with rage. As the goblet came down, Lady Loki tilted her head--lovely Sara stood not two paces away. “Sara, why dost thou tarry?” Her dulled senses warned, screamed something was amiss and she struggled to her feet and to the side of her servant and advisor. 

“Witchery!” She hissed, it must be Amora, but no she sensed no Spell, no Craft. Actually, there was an absence of it centering on Sara. “Nay! NAY!” She screamed in anger as Sara dropped, unceremoniously like a great marionette with its strings cut.

"Nay, Loki! Nay! Mercy to her!!” She rushed to Sara's side, then shamelessly she dipped low to the floor to lift the vassal's head. She knew at once what He had done; Loki had cast no spell to hurt her this day, somehow he found out and had simply removed one, one that held the tether to Sara between life and death! 

“I have thee, thou shalt not die!” He was stealing her back, in his final way, for all time. Once she had passed, she would go to the realm of her Gods, surely. Her hands sought to wave her own arts, but the drink had her hands and mind muddled. “I-I cannot stay this, I cannot save thee!” Her shock gave way to the commingled dragons that were rage and despair. Each vying for control in this darkest moment. 

Blood did flow from Sara; her nose and mouth, which to her eyes meant it was dire indeed. Vassal puppet of Loki, more to Lady Loki moved only slightly as the eyes slowly opened. “I... know... sweet mistress” she said simply, but with so much effort. “I shall kill them for this! I swear to thee, who so ever aided this I shall spill their blood so readily and cleave a path of vengeance... Loki shall perish e’en if we both shall tumble to Hell together!” She cradled her close, rocking the smaller Midgardian--her servant, and... so much more.

“Just... live, be free... no masters.” Sara offered with a heavy swallow. Then, in that moment, the last of her strings fell away and she finally had been rewarded with the death Loki had cheated from her so long ago. Only this day, she wished there were more time.”

Lady Loki held her close; how long, she knew not. The warmth of drink gone, the fire now dead as the great Lady of Mischief looked down and surprised herself with a single glistening tear that fell to Sara's dark flesh that was already so cold. “No, fair heart... no peace. I shall kill him for this; if Amora had a hand, I shall slay them all... for they hath taken from us, they robbed us both and none shall take from me and not bleed rivers and suffer... I promise thee… my sweet, loyal Sara."

There in the shadows, one above all leaned her head down, the light highlighted the great horned crown and there, unseen by any there was sadness and tears… that slowly was to be devoured by a hate that burned with the heat of Surtur himself. 

Loki… must die… and he would.

Spirals Theme song: In this Moment : Sick like me
Heroes: Magik | She-Hulk | Pixie
Villains: Spiral | Typhoid Mary | Loki | White Rabbit