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starscreamloki · 6 years ago

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Short sentence Loki Muses (1/3)

A/N: I came across a list of sentence starters made by @memeasaurus-promptus and I thought it would be funny to write a mini drabble with every one of them for Loki. The idea was to keep it between three and ten sentences. There were a lot of them so I decided to divide them into three posts and I separated them with pictures. If anyone wants to use them for a fic, feel free.

“And what are you the god of? Bad tastes?” You bit mockingly.

For a moment Loki looked taken aback before a wide grin spread on his face. “Since I have taken a liking to you that might be true.”

“You’re not my god.”

The smile that formed on Loki’s face was nothing short of predatory. “Oh, by the time the evening his ended I shall be your God. My name will have fallen from your lips so often that you are no longer able to deny I am your God.”

“It’s been a long time since anyone invoked my name,” Loki said as he looked at the mortal with narrowed eyes.

A lift and drop of one shoulder was all he got before the human said, “Desperate times call for desperate measures. Now, you answered my call, are you going to help me or not?”

“I’m a god, not a genie. I do not ‘grant’ wishes.” Loki had to refrain himself from rolling his eyes. The mortal was so rude.

“And yet, when I wished for you, you came.”

“You haven’t an inkling of an idea of what you’ve just done, haven’t you?” Loki sighed.

The mortal stared at him with glassy eyes and Loki rolled his eyes. “You have just summoned a God, me. Loki, God of Mischief, Lies and Deceit. Though I suppose I should be grateful to you, because at least now I’m no longer bound in that cave.” A cruel smile formed on his scarred lips as he made his dark promise. “Ragnarok shall come and it shall be me who unleashes it!”

“And what is a mere mortal to a god?” Loki asked while he was circling you, taking in your small form with his penetrating, green eyes. “You truly think I care for your feeble race? That I care for you? Pathetic. You are nothing more than an ant ready to be crushed beneath my boot. You would do well to remember that, Little human.”

“A god is only as powerful as their believers.”

The mocking laugh welled deep from Loki’s chest. “Is that what they have taught you? Oh, how disappointed you shall be.”

“When’s the last time anyone prayed to you?”

Loki had been staring down at his fumbling hands and now his head whipped up, his eyes meeting yours. He swallowed, tears stinging at the back of his eyes.

“It has been centuries...” he whispered.

“Don’t be stupid. Gods don’t exist,” the human said, eyeing Loki warily.

Loki smiled a self-satisfied grin. “And yet here is one standing in front of you now. Go on, Mortal,” he prompted, “fall to your knees and beg for forgiveness for the insolent remark you just made.”

“Your petty discourse is highly amusing,” Loki chuckled. “You truly think such words could save you from a god like me?”

You scoffed. “No, I hold no such illusions, especially not towards you, Loki. However, I hoped to placate you with those words and with my act of submission. Is it working?”

Loki looked down on your kneeling form and tapped his lips with his index fingers. “Go on, Mortal,” he urged. “It might...”

“What a cute little shrine! I wonder, who is it to?” He trailed one slender finger over the black cloth of fabric draped over the small table. A single black candle laced with gold lining, an amulet made of gold with a green emerald and a little wooden chest with a brass lock. It was indeed cute in the most mocking manner.

“It ah-” the mortal stuttered, eyes cast to the floor and whispered, “it’s for you.”

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