Give up yet?
I Only Ever Wanted To Be Your Equal
A God Among Men. Yet nothing more than a simple relic among Gods. [[This is an Independent Role Play blog for Loki. I will RP with anyone, don't be shy! Also, this blog will include NSFW at times. (Mun is over 18) All gifs and photos are not mine and all credit goes to their rightful owners. All RP's are separate from each other, unless otherwise stated. FC is Tom Hiddleston. I track the tag "stolenrelictwisteddream"]] M!A: none
I Could Have Done It
Give up yet?
So how did it feel to give birth to a horse with eight legs? Or is my textbook wrong?
How did it feel when that spider made you its…. oh wbhats that word the midgardians use…… ah.. yes…. Bitch?
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Loki sat in silence as he heard them fast approaching. He didn’t not turn to see them come, only cursed silently to himself before speaking.
“Come to mock me have you? To open the wounds that have been inflicted?” He spat, anger and agony becoming him.
Jackson watched the man with slight interest. Certainly had an interesting way of dressing. He crossed his arms, “Hmm… Mocking wasn’t on my list as of yet. But now that you mention it, I might as well start early. Those antlers are a great addition to that ensemble.”
Loki spun, anger lighting his face.
“I suggest you watch your tongue mortal, before you lose it!” He growled, his glare growing red.
“I ain’t been mortal for over a century now,” Jackson chuckled, leaning against a pillar, “And I much prefer giving threats than receiving them,” he cocked his head to the side, “What’s your name, stranger?”
This man seemed to be playing games, one moment threatening the next friendly. It was causing his mind to twist in confusion.
“Loki.. Son of Odin.” He responded shortly. Though he’d learned of his true origin, he still considered himself of the house of Odin and was determined to prove himself equal to his brother, Thor, whom this man before him favored so greatly.
Loki sat alone in a the small cafe, his mind but a blur of thoughts and contemplations. As he heard the small door bell ring, he sighed, wishing only for solitude, to be by himself with his thoughts.
“Come to mock me ever more?” he questioned, not knowing who it was who’d walked through the doors and scarcely caring to look. “To reopen the inflicted wounds?”
“Hardly, Loki. Not even you deserve that kind of treatment.” Steve looked on him. As much as he wanted to hate the man, that look on his face… “Honestly…I heard you were back and I just wanted to see if the agent’s were pulling my leg or not.” He shrugged softly. “You..don’t seem like the same man I fought in germany.” He still found that ironic.
His brow furrowed in confusion.
“Please, forgive me, but I do not recall meeting you, Captain.” Loki apologized, his head cocking to the side. “Are you certain you have the right God?”