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FateLonely heartsFate by AnikaFrostkiss
Met one fatal day
Rocking the universe
Time is deteriorating
Fading into emptiness
The nightingale sings her lullaby
Mending the wandering soul
Healing his wounds of the past
In the safety of her wings
Phoenix cries aloud for her beloved
Spirit of the wolf
Ready to fight against the darkness
Longs to gather him to her breast again
The lost prince and the man who runs
Finds what they have been yearning for
Until eternity calls
Loki LaufeysonLoki Laufeyson by ThorkiAuthor
Born in a world so cold,
Warmth so hard to hold.
A king spotted him with one eye;
This story is no lie.
He took the child to his home,
Safe as a bee in a cone.
No one told him all of this,
And when he found out, he began to growl and hiss.
Who is this child?
Loki Laufeyson is his name.
He never takes any blame.
He regrets nothing at all,
Even though (for a Frost Giant) he is quite small.
Do you dare reach out?
If he were to hurt you, would you pout?
Go ahead, I dare you.
You may end up dead, too.
One way to reach him is to kneel,
Another is to understand and feel.
Remember his past.
Befriend him so he may feel understood at long last.
Who is this?
Loki Laufeyson is his name.
He regrets nothing at all.
Gift for a friendThe cold crisp air was everlasting,Gift for a friend by Taiyo-DeFurei
As would be their love,
I would not lie to say their love was pure as the winter snow,
But it was definitely a love that compared to others would be outlasting.
Though their actions may be frowned upon,
Though some of those things would warrant punishment,
Though there may be disapproval from others,
They stood by their choices despite the judgement.
Their hearts were one,
They would have it no other way,
At times their bodies were too,
That way forever it would stay.
When they travelled they were always hand in hand,
And often warm as they were cold,
Theirs was an affection that held no shame,
Though further details would not be told.
There may come a time when they will have to face what they had done,
When consequence would rear its ugly head,
But for them this would not be of much concern,
They would stick together and take it in their stead.
Not a single being could take them from each other,
No one would ever change their mind,
For they knew th
Be My Frost QueenBe My Frost Queen by AthenaArtist13
The soft lash of winter winds,
Exploring the air around you and whipping through,
Caressing every inch of exposed flesh,
The cold holding itself softly to you.
Your feet stop as if frozen,
Closing your eyes in the embrace,
Letting the aura of cold pass up and down your body,
You feel it getting closer to your face.
You try and fight back your smile,
But the more you feel you cannot hide,
The soothing presence of frozen snow,
Exciting as a late night sleigh ride.
Warm breath blends with cold by your ear,
Sending shivers down your spine,
Feeling the arms reach around your waist from behind,
By your stomach you watch the long slender fingers intertwine.
You dare not ruin the moment,
Sweet fuzzy feelings fill from head to toe,
His chin rests upon your shoulder,
And softly in your ear he does blow.
“Such a cold winters night,”
He said, snuggling lightly into your back,
“And you all alone in our special place,”
The light kiss to your ear; a most pleasant attack.
Trust In Me (Loki short)Trust In Me (Loki short) by palefire73
The thunder and lightning crashed all around her, illuminating the landscape. The hills, trees, rocks, rivers and all the other various features of the lowland farmstead surrounding her were thrown into sharp monochromatic relief when yet another energy surge ripped the heavens.
She tucked herself in as far as she could under the moss and leaf-covered rock and hugged her ragged poppet tight. Where was Mummy? The little girl shivered, the thin nightgown was no insulation against the biting wind that whistled between the rocky outcrops.
“It’s alright, Baba.” she whispered to her poppet, “It’s alright.”
But it wasn’t alright. For it was not thunder that rattled the skies. It was not lightning that illuminated the night. Her world was under attack. Advanced celestial beings had descended from above and unleashed a deadly cold upon the land as they invaded it, freezing everything and everybody who stood in their path. The
Artistic Doorways. Ch15: In The Wrong HandsArtistic Doorways. Ch15: In The Wrong Hands by palefire73
He had to know how his student was painting so well. Talent like that did not arrive overnight, no matter how much training and practice was had. The Master Artist was not satisfied with the excuses he had been given for the way pictures the student had painted during free time and the pictures painted during class or private lesson differed in quality. He had his suspicions and he wanted to prove them.
It must be the brush.
The brush gifted to him all those years ago. It was too much of a coincidence that such fantastic pictures were being painted, along with secretive behaviour on his pupils’ part and the sudden reappearance of “Mrs Fenris”, the woman who had praised his work and who had brought to him the brush that had been the conduit through which the evil rainbow light had maimed him. He would find out tomorrow night. While the students were taking their evening meal, he was going to secrete himself in the former studio where all this painting was
Between Fire And Ice -ThorxReaderxLoki -Chapter 31Between Fire And Ice -ThorxReaderxLoki -Chapter 31 by DarkCherry91
Inside the study of the king, all three royals took a seat at a round wooden table, adorned with elaborate carvings. Although the room lacked windows, it was not dim but illuminated by candles and several white balls of light hang from the ceiling. Thranduil found it unnecessary to offer some wine, which Thor was glad of because his diplomatic skills would only suffer from the strong liquid and there would be enough of it in the evening.
The kings listened intently as Loki reported in every detail what had happened when the Orcs attacked and Thranduil stayed silent for a while after he had finished. "This is indeed very interesting." He finally said, his slender fingers brushing lightly his thin lips. "From what you described and my experience with this vile creatures, I suspect hat their goal was to spy on the city's defense and maybe its capacity of soldiers and arms." "But why did they risk to be discovered and attacked my brother?" Thor asked and crossed his arms
[Loki x Reader] Once - Chapter 4 ''Falling''Third - Falling[Loki x Reader] Once - Chapter 4 ''Falling'' by mondillusion
You wake up early the next morning. Surprisingly you are perfectly awake right away. After three seconds staring at the ceiling you remember that dream from this night. You can't help but let out a laughter of relief. It's not usual for you anymore, to have such comfortable dreams … Still a little smiling you turn around and take a look at your mobile to check the time. It's pretty early: half an hour before you normally need to get up. As mentioned though, you are perfectly awake by now, so you decide to just get up immediately, so you can have a relaxed start into the day.
After you shuffle out of the bathroom your way leads you into the kitchen of your apartment. As soon as you enter it though you pause short. Sceptical you approach the table and read the note placed there with a frozen face. The handwriting is elegantly neat and narrow.
“Good morning sweet Lady [f/n],
Apologies for my behaviour the previous night but
Chapter 4: Helmet Ceremony Pt. 1Chapter 4: Helmet Ceremony Pt. 1 by ArtsyFartsyGirl2936
Loki had awoken on his birthday upon an unearthly hour, he lay in his bed unmoving his muscles sore from his tantrum the night before as his eyes filled with the tinges of the rising sun over the gleaming city of Asgard. He still didn't move but shifted slightly at the sound of his favorite hand maid Gerta enter the room. In her soft voice she called, "My lord are you ready to dress for the ceremony?" Loki glanced her way, he was known to be quite cruel to the servants of the palace since he was a child playing tricks and treating them as though they were dirt beneath his boots.
But Gerta was different when Frigga was not available she had become like a grandmother or aunt of sorts playing with him as a child helping him with his daily morning and evening routines. He groaned, "Gerta I do not wish to stand nor even look upon that armor...I fear father only wishes to bequeath my helmet to me because mother wishes it." Gerta huffed, "Hush my lord, you're more than deserving of that helme
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