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sigvinr​.

she shakes her head, ‘ i am still mad at you…i think. ’ her emotions allude her in a manner which she has never truly known them to. keeping them below the surface is simple, a smile and she can sort herself out later, she knows what is going through her own mind but now? the feeling in her chest fights with the tiredness that has settled in her very bones at the sight of him.

‘ i don’t know anymore. ’ finally she knows that she wants to cry. but is it happiness? impending grief? anger that yet again he has seemingly fooled them all and she has been alone through everything? anger that their sons know their father only by name, that they have never set eyes upon him and have known only an uncle, and…a friend? 

‘ you didn’t answer my question. ’ the blonde exhales quietly, feeling tears well up to the surface, ‘ how did you do it? this is what, the third time you’ve miraculously returned from the dead? ’ sigyn shakes her head, finally letting them fall, ‘ you have to be running short on inspiration by now. ’

i haven’t done anything.  not that it ever matters. he will not make the mistake again of thinking that this world will be different ⸻ it is already proving crueler than the last. loki turns away from her,  unsure if he can maintain his usual mask of indifference when he has never had to around her.  

( and when i was shipwrecked i thought of you ⸻ to think he had thought he wished for death when he fell from the bifrost.  to think he had thought he had known pain.  a year in which every day brought the reinvention of agony.  a year in which he would have done anything to die. when he was not clawing desperately towards his end,  when his mind could string together even the thinnest thought,  she was his only comfort.  that if he could not die,  at least he might see her again. ) 

with thor,  he thinks he might not reveal anything that he has learned,  might lean fully into confusion,  let his older brother fill in the gaps as he so desperately would wish to.  with sigyn,  he knows he cannot.  he has always tried so hard not to lie to her, not to lean into the pretenses he shares with everyone else. what is the point of hoping for a life in which things are different when you sabotage it before it can begin? 

“ i died, ”  he says,  as flatly as he can.  that she is close to crying is clear without him even having to look at her ; he can tell when she starts crying,  too,  and it is only his sudden terror that keeps him from rushing to her side. “ here.  when? ”

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▌▏》 @brvesouls​

the tavern is loud, volstagg’s voice of course making up for the majority of the noise as he shouts above the bard, telling stories of his own victories, encouraging those who listen to clap, yell. to stroke his ego though it could not get any more obnoxious...the trickster hangs back, leaning against the wall, watching-- listening with much less enthusiasm than his brother and sigyn who sit amongst the group, laughing and drinking. 

gaze turns to the blonde not too far off, watching for a moment before he makes his way over to her. ‘ and a cheer in five, four, three, two... ’ he speaks in hushed tones, leaning in to speak, lips close to her ear.  a grin gracing his features as the shout leaves volstagg lips. the raven haired god laughs, standing straight once more. ‘ predictable. ’

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brother

“ brother —- ” there’s not a thought turned towards the wound in his side ; it would be nothing more than a nuisance on the worst of days,  and this?  this is the best of days.  with no regard for his own vulnerability to attack,  thor reaches for his younger brother,  pulling him into a crushing hug. “ more dearly than i could hope to say. ”

eyes widen as he is grabbed, pulled forward and into waiting arms against his will. choked squeak escapes him as thor tightens his grip around him. pain and discomfort contort his features ( was it thor who was stabbed or was it him? ) as his own arms are pinned to his side. ‘ air! air, you imbecile ’

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sigvinr​.​

not again, not again, not again…they are the only two words that ring through her mind at the sound of her name. eyes slip closed as she sighs. if it is exhaustion from yet another return or preparation for more grieving when the inevitable happens she is not sure. would she even grieve it happened again? would she care? she’s not so sure this time. in truth she does not want to find out.

‘ do you ever stay dead? ’ the words leave her lips with a strange mix of humor and annoyance as she tosses her brush down on the vanity with force that surprises even herself. for a moment she does not check the reflection check the reflection in the mirror, almost hoping she has gone mad. it would be so much easier to have gone insane. 

‘ of course you’ve never made things easy before, so why should you change that now? ’ finally sigyn turns, jaw clenched in fear that her lip may tremble when she looks at him. ‘ how did you do it this time? ’

it is only desperation that keeps loki from flinching as he realizes his miscalculation.  eleven years,  and he has only managed to fill in so much of them.  his whereabouts throughout them are still mostly unknown.  still,  he had thought her the safest ---- did not let himself in all his stubbornness imagine a world in which even she might turn against him. 

he considers fleeing.  the only thing that stops him is that he knows he will not be able to stop again.  if he cannot stay here,  there will be nowhere left to him. 

( and, though he will never voice as much,  he is desperate to understand. he has missed something.  what?  what could have swayed her heart so drastically,  in a span of time that to them should only be the blink of an eye? ) 

i’m not following,  he means to snap. were our vows so easily broken? but he is exhausted,  and his spirit lags behind his mind,  and one of them cannot comprehend that she does not want him here. 

“ i thought you would be happy to see me, ” is what comes out instead,  more raw than sharp. 

( because if even she will not have him,  what hope is there left?  what point in surviving? )  

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𝖎 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖎'𝖑𝖑 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖘

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“ thor told me.  congratulations,  sister. i hope it is easier than your last. ”  their twelfth child,  if they are lucky,  though loki will not be surprised if they again have twins or triplets.  the god is seated on the floor,  thrud tugging at his hair,  magni trying repeatedly to climb onto his shoulders,  and modi chasing a green flame around the living room. 

as he looks up, beginning to say something else to sif,  magni decides to try a running start ; the only thing that prevents him from flying head-first into the coffee table is his uncle’s quick arms around him.  the child giggles,  unaware of the harm that almost befell him,  and loki sighs,  though there is a fondness in his eyes he has given up trying to disguise. 

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▌▏》 @gildedruins​ ( brother )

‘ blegh! ’ the crystalline eyed god shouts as he emerges from the shadows, knife glinting in his hand as he descends upon his brother. sharpened blade sinks into the blonde’s side without further warning. a cackle leaves escaping him as he grins at the blonde, ‘ miss me, brother? ’

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tags.

▌▏》 thread 》𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 ; 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 ; 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪

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𝖒𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

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𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗

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𝖜𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖞𝖎𝖓', 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖊'𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖗

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊

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#loki mood