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The little things give you awayThe master of mischiefThe little things give you away by ~StrawberryJam1313
The lord of all lies,
With tongue of silver
And heart which thrives
On chaos and bloodshed:
The toys of his game.
With horns of fair gold,
A mantle of green,
His fair words of promise
Snapped like a string,
With the hearts of the world
Tethered to it.
Enshrouded in shadow,
Broken and lost.
Brother of hope, but
Bringer of frost.
Betrayal and hate
Locked behind those eyes.
What he would give
For the world at his feet,
A throne as his seat.
Not hated, not scorned,
Not trampled all over.
How he would love
The scream of the crowd.
The hall filled with sound.
The world aligned
With his heartbeat.
If only he could see
The worth of his fame
The crowds in the dark
Screaming his name.
Say my name.
Say my name!
SAY MY NAME!
When I Saw YouWhen I Saw You by =AshATurner
When I first saw you, I didn’t understand.
You caught my eye, but for what reason?
Your looks? I admit your raven hair is a pleasure.
Your eyes have a light I’ve not seen in many.
Your smile…to this day still melts my heart.
But that first time I saw you…what made me notice?
You were like me, left alone and always to follow.
You can be a leader, but have no way to prove yourself.
Your talents are many, but who knows of them?
They say you’re gifted, but do they know your gifts?
You want to be loved, as you see your brother loved.
You want to not feel hidden by his shadow.
You want to be seen for who you are,
Not who you’re related to.
Your heart is broken for always being hidden.
Your reputation is marred by your acts for attention.
You’re broken in so many ways people do not see.
But I see…because I am the same.
My heart breaks to see you this way,
But my love for you will not fail.
You have me, whether you know it or not.
And maybe, I
What Do You See?What Do You See? by =AshATurner
What do you see when you look at me?
Am I just another girl lost in the crowd?
Am I just another random stranger?
What about me might catch your eye?
Or perhaps you’ve never noticed me.
I don’t want you to see me as “the pretty girl.”
Don’t see me for being “the smart girl.”
I’m not “the musically gifted one,”
Or “the most popular girl here.”
I’m just me, and if you notice, see who I am.
I won’t force you to notice.
I won’t fight for your attention.
See me for the girl that I am.
See me for my heart and for my passion.
See the light in my eyes and see what I love.
I don’t want you to love me if you don’t want to.
I just want you to see me for me, to know me for me.
But on your own as I pass by…
What do you see?
I Am LokiI Am Loki by =AshATurner
I am the outcast of my family.
I am the second child, the one not regarded.
I am always doubted, never trusted.
I am the one who is looked down upon for being different.
Between my brother and I, I am the one that thinks things through.
I am known to get what I want, because I do what it takes.
My brother is well known by nearly all
And praised by many.
People know me to tell me the grandeur of my brother,
As if I do not already know.
Little do they know that I have more to offer.
I hide my feelings for fear of getting hurt.
I have built a wall to protect myself from pain.
I will not admit when I am hurt, for jesting is all they will do.
For this I am deemed uncaring, because uncaring is what I am
If I do not wish to show how I feel.
I am the one that people question,
I am the one whose reputation is dark.
I am a mystery that people fear to search for the light of.
For they think I am truly wicked.
But am I wicked? Not in my heart.
The fašade I have built is what people see.
And so it
Trust My Rage Trust My Rage  by =AshATurner
It wasn’t until well into the evening that Fandral came for his sister. Most of Riyah’s time spent with Heimdall that day was mostly spent by them getting better acquainted than for any real lessons to be taught. There was so much more to the guardian than simply the duty he did. Heimdall was (of course) a very serious person, but he was not beyond a bit of humor or a well-placed joke. Though he took his responsibility with all seriousness, he was quite the pleasant and rather optimistic individual.
Whatever fears or worry Riyah had when she had left her home that morning were all but gone now, and she was could only look forward to everything that awaited her in the future. Though there was a part of her that hated to admit it, Heimdall was one of the few people to ever treat her as a real person. The only others were Fandral and Thor, but even now she hardly knew either of them, which wasn’t saying much since Fandral was her only brother.
Absolution - Chapter 3: The TowerAbsolution - Chapter 3: The Tower by ~ganchroi
Grani’s hooves thunder across the bridge, every rattle of bone sending shivers through me as I feel the overbearing presence of Mordgud at my back. Her strength seems to be seeping into me, giving me the resolve not to breakdown completely in such an uncertain time. I hold tighter to the pommel of the saddle as I near the end of the bridge and see a horrendous construct before me; it is a tower, blacker still than the ground it rises from. The tower looks to have actually sprouted from the rock, the walls sloping down into the cracked rock that surrounds it. The cracks that permeate the ground climb up throughout the walls, sometimes splitting wide enough to create windows. The top of the tower tapers into a jagged point. At the base is a large opening that leads inside, roughly hewn from the stone; only blackness lies within. I can’t see anything beyond the tower at all; the mist is too thick. Mordgud pulls her steed to a stop a few meters from the front entrance to the to
Forgotten ~ Chapter 29 [LokixReader]Forgotten ~ Chapter 29 [LokixReader] by =AshATurner
~I DIDN'T FORGET~
Hands zip tied behind your back, you were led back into the elevator and taken somewhere within the tower (up or down, it hardly mattered at this point) to a small room that was a cross between an interrogation room and an airport holding cell. The guard that had led you there was kind enough to cut your hands free but was sure to give you one of those “we’re watching you so don’t try anything” looks as he slipped through the door and securely closed it behind him.
You looked around the small room. There was basically nothing here. A table, a couple of chairs, and the door was really all the furnishing here. There was a camera in the corner of the room and a small vent, but it was far
He Must Go (LokixReader)The sand curls around your toes as the yellow sun beats down before you. Spots of crimson red litter the golden sand and you follow the trail, one goal in mind. The spots and drops soon turn into a thin bloody stream and your heart skips a beat knowing you’re closer to him wherever he is.He Must Go (LokixReader) by ~loveforlater
A wave of shivering cold water washes ashore and brings a pile of kelp. It washes away the bloody trail and you fall to your knees, tears in your eyes. The pile of kelp moves and you quickly turn to it, watching a pale hand reach out through the plant, water dripping down the skin. You get on your feet and run, run toward him. You paw at the kelp, call his name as you toss the heavy and soaked kelp to the side, waiting to see how much damage has been caused this time around.
Blood stains your hands red as you continue, reaching the golden and black armor that he usually dons. A hand reaches toward your face and you grab it, pressing the cold skin to your face. He looks up at you with tired green
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