Explicitly-Loki

Chapter 57: A Song of Ice and Victory Darcy felt herself actually throbbing; her entire form warping with the rise and fall of some distressed pulse at the presence of an impending fever. She could tell that she had landed after hurtling through the collective unconscious realms, or rather the synapse-like gaps betwixt them, and had landed forcefully onto a rock hard surface covered with ice and a thin layer of snow. She quickly stood and assessed her surroundings then waited a beat. Surely Loki would show up any moment, pouting and late, but still show up. She waited for several moments and then began to shiver as cold enveloped her. She ca

Studying. Ugh. Andromeda Thordottir threw down her writing utensil and slumped in her seat. Crossing her arms in vexation, she looked out through her window at the fine Asgardian day outside, then back to the half-finished scroll about the War of Jotunheim. Her grandfather, Odin All-Father, had been king during that war and had proceeded to win it. She had always enjoyed the story, but now, she wished that it had been a shorter one.   She gazed out through the window again. The sun was beginning to set and the sky had turned from blue to a gold and pink aurora, soon the stars would be out. The outside world was beckoning and she felt that

Loki: Descent into the Void The Winter Solstice had fallen on Asgard, and as such there had been much merriment in the past days. Every night without fail, a banquet would be served in the Great Hall of Valhalla and everyone was welcome, peasants and royalty alike, to come and partake. It was a joyous time, when stories were told and ale was guzzled to the point of extinction. The festivities were that of legend. Every man, woman, and child was happy within the warmth of Valhalla, save one. This particular man walked through the deserted streets of Asgard, with only one thought on his mind. He had to get away. . . He had to leave, for the

Unshed tears glistened in your eyes as you watched the sun rise above the far horizon. Looking over Manhattans streets silently as you awaited the arrival of your husband. Your right palm moved to your stomach slowly as you began to move your finger tips around in small circles, looking down upon your growing torso as you waited on. Life had changed so drastically within such a short amount of time you couldn't believe how much transpired in the last four months. You and your husband had only been wed less than three months ago. After dating a mere two months he had proposed and you accepted instantly. You were to marry to the man that had