Attitude. Is this first thing Loki thought of when he heard the response. “Great well, what are you doing on Midgard, Twin?” He asked, licking his lips.
“Odin has banished me here to repent for my sins as a mortal. Such a lovely waste of my time, is it not?”
“Yes, quite.” He said, looking down. “Is there anything i can call you other than Loki, twin?”
“I suppose you may call me ‘Lo. It has been…many years since my nickname has been used but to keep things simple I feel that would suffice.”
Another Twin? Loki thought, looking the other over. He smiled though, holding out a hand. “Hello, Twin.” He said nicely
“Well this is interesting, now isn’t it?” Loki grinned, accepting the handshake.
Stephanie was trotting out the door to go for a ride. There had a been a thing at the Tower and Tony invited her. She still hadn’t moved in yet, preferring her Brooklyn apartment still. Well, mostly preferring it. She did see the advantage to staying in the Tower, but liked her own space.
She’s opening the door when her eyes land on the body on the steps. Worry fills her, that wasn’t exactly something you saw everyday. Stepping out the door and dashing over to the fallen body, the first thing she notices is the armor. The second, as she gingerly turns the man, making very sure not to cause further injury, is the face. Like Rogers’ would forget the person who caused so much havoc in the city.
Third - the blood and bruises. Being enemies doesn’t stop her from checking his pulse. Loki had come to the Tower, she’d give him the benefit of the doubt this wasn’t a trick and he really was hurt. “Loki, can you hear me?”
Loki groans as Stephanie rolls him, putting pressure on ribs that are bruised at the least. “Yes.” Loki replies to the question asked, recognizing the voice of the firm minded Captain that is apparently touching him now.
“I don’t…want to fight you…” Loki pants, struggling to remain awake now as he is slowly becoming more and more aware of each ache in his body. “Cannot fight you.” he adds with a faint grimace.
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“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit, thanks!” Dean talked to his friend on the phone. He went to New York to visit an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long time. It was still cold during this time in the early spring, Dean put up his hood to shield his head from the freezing breeze. The New York lights really gave off the air of a never-sleeping city, still bustling with people.
His car was parked in a nearby building near the Avengers Tower, you know, that one building owned by none other than Stark himself. As he walked by, he looked up at the puzzling tower, fascinated by the architecture. Only until his attention was averted until he heard a faint groan of pain. He looked down to his left and saw a man lying face-down. He looked like he was knocked out hard. “Oh god! Hey you there! Are you alright?” Dean rushed to him and felt his head and laid a finger underneath his nose. ‘good, he’s breathing’, he thought, ‘I have to get him somewhere, a hospital?’ Luckily his car wasn’t too far. Struggling to help him out, finally they reached his car. He put the unconscious man in the backseat and Dean rushed to turn on his car and drive.
Loki groaned as the car started, and bleary eyes blinked rapidly. “Wh-where am I?” he coughed, head spinning. Loki carefully sat up and saw that he was in a vehicle of some sort and immediately he panicked, remembering the truck he had been transported in to be brought to the Bifrost point so that he would return to Asgard.
“No! Let me out, I’m not going back. Please.” Loki croaked, grabbing the shoulder of the unfamiliar man in the front seat, but not hard enough to jolt him and send them both careening off of the road.
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Loki had just barely managed to escape Asgard, if you could consider it an escape at all. Powerless, destitute, and weak, Loki stumbled through the streets of New York City, where Odin’s magic had cast him out to. Loki’s usually confident swagger was broken up by a limp, and his usually menacing face looked pale and exhausted, riddled with blood and bruises from when he had tried to fight off the guards.
The skyline of New York was unnavigable, aside from one gleaming beacon. Avengers Tower. Knowing that Thor would most likely return to explain Loki’s fate to his friends, Loki deemed it would be the only place he could go. Reluctantly, he dragged his aching body down the long, crowded streets, receiving odd looks for his now unbelievably heavy armor. He finally reached the doorstep of Avengers Tower, and it was then that his body gave out. Slipping into unconsciousness, he only heard a sharp sound of surprise before his body collapsed onto the cold, hard concrete beneath his feet.
Hey. So for anyone out there who may have followed loki-godofmischiefandlies sometime in the summer up until around October/November, you know I deactivated. I was in a really bad place. I was depressed, it was my first semester of college, and I was spending way too much time in the fantasy world and not concentrating on my studies. I did a lot of stupid things and fucked over a lot of my RP partners, so I owe all of them an apology. So sorry guys. I’ve tagged the people whose URLs stood out in my mind as people who deserved apologies most. Anyways. I’ve gotten help for my depression, and I’m doing loads better now which is good.
I’ve decided that I would like to come back into the RP world, so anyone who is looking for a Loki to RP with should contact me (whether we RP’d in the past or not.))
I’m starting completely from scratch and seeing where things go.
~Mun
