#was gonna do this kind of thing with my ghost Loki stuff but didn't get round to it

[benevolentgodloki]

Tales of Mischief #4

Earth wasn’t going to avoid its fate this Halloween night. Once more it found itself terrorised by alien life, this time of supernatural origin. The difference was that it was far less deadly, save for the faint of heart or the overly reckless.

With the barriers between the mortal and spirit realms weakened, a particularly powerful denizen of Hel had chosen his ideal moment to break out. It was no mean feat avoiding his sister, either.

Amid a swarm of howling spectres and snarling undead, Loki was free, alive again, and if here to stay if he had anything to say about it. The human city was plunged into ongoing night, a vast illusion blanketing the streets and buildings, turning everything black or gleaming green; wherever anyone turned there were monstrous shapes and beaky gargoyles as well as a plethora of curved horns. Ancient skeletal warriors scrambled down the streets, causing widespread shrieks as they smashed windows and pursued frightened humans. Not many had discovered it but Loki had ensured they would harm no one. Anyone caught by these monsters would simply get a bony hug before they barrelled after their next victim. Strange creatures and lost ghosts ran and flew rampant as he looked on.

Loki strode down the centre of the road, fully armoured. He smiled horribly at fleeing pedestrians and swerving cars alike, but his attention was most drawn to the figure heading toward him. Someone else not of Midgard.

“My dear Lady Sif!” he called. “How wonderful it is to see you alive.”

@womanwarrior-rp