mischief

Vali inherited her father's preference for ... ahem ... pointy objects.

Their father's footsteps. Both turned, too late to hide, and found the darker man steadying his weight upon a shoulder against the stairwell's archway.

 "...should I say anything?" He looked as if he were amused then serious.

Narvi sucked in a breath.

"Must," they said in unison.

 Loki nodded. "Must?"

"Yes, there's must in the books," Narvi explained, "And a dead rat in the cup..," Vali exonerated, jerking her head at the old desk, situated in the middle of the room, far too piled with books and parchment and old, undistinguished trinkets. It swayed in the middle, closer to the floor then ceiling. Anyone but them would've called it a pile rubbish, rotting wood and parchment, infested with spider webbings and dust and roaches, only it was better then a heaping treasure to them.

  Finding the old study and hermitage of their father hadn't been as hard as expected. It was a dare, really, and they'd taken it, only to have something to do with their free time. Lady mother had told them of it a thousand times, of how he used to hide when she'd come and visit.

  Loki nodded again. Then chuckled. "I gave you both too little credited ability to find this old place. By Valhalla, how did you get the door to open? Your grandfather, Odin, had it built up years ago, when I -your mother..."

"Shut you inside?" offered Vali, a bit too smugly, for they'd both promised not to mention it. Narvi nudged her shoulder in the attempt to silence her, but he'd already heard.

Her father raised an eyebrow.

"Well then, it seems I have no secrets, from you or my wife...," sauntering across the old stone floor and fingering the open pages of a book he'd long forgotten, "Right then, suppose the books can be burnt, hmm?" slamming the heavy volume shut, dust foaming into the air. He looked expectantly at them. Oh, but they both could see the spark in his eyes that had been laughing ever since Vali's comment.

"NO!"

He finally grinned.

"No, I suppose not..."

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... this was longer then I thought it would be, YAY!

Just some fun. I need to write more of this stuff ... *sighs*

the son

"Mischief and chaos wedded fidelity. And we thought the Flood shook Earth. Not only that, he'd perish ten times over before a hair from her head fell."

International Loki Day is coming. It's nearly upon us.

But I'm celebrating the whole week, I DO WHAT I WANT.

So. *cracks knuckles*

Get ready for the most ridiculous onslaught of fangirl shippiness.

"Pay up, son of Odin! You've landed upon The Walk of Board."

"Sigyn, it's BoardWalk..."

"I still won."

"*sighs*"

A king without a throne, a heart without a home
Covered up with lies, a false facade of stone
But now it's all falling, there's nothing more to say

Fall away, fall away
The ice has taken tole
Fall away, just away
It's sunk into your soul

Hanging by a thread, an abyss lies below
It's deep, and dark, and cold
It's breaks, and so
Goodbye, brother, farewell, but you can never come home

And little did they know, how much it hurt to leave
It's too dark in here, alone
The air's too thick to breathe
And thought it hurt to love, how are they above?

Fall away, fall away
The ice has taken tole
Fall away, just away
It's sunk into your soul

Fall away, fall away,
Through all these stars, and all this sky
Falling down, falling away
So this is how, it feels, to die

Fall away



"Fall Away" by Abigail Elaine Day
Wrote this nearly a year ago and even wrote a tune and sang it.

Loki and Sigyn, and the little Vali and Narvi. Whether or not both of them were boys or whatever (in mythology), I don't care. I even let them have a third, Nykolis.

I do what I want. What can I say?

BUT JUST LOOK AT THERE LITTLE BOOTIES. I am so proud of myself.
 *gurgles into tea mug happily*


(click for enlarged glory)
(...and don't steal my art, it's just not nice, and if you do, I'll track you down ...I'M WATCHING YOU)

Because big, bad Loki has problems with expressing it, thankyouverymuch, THE CUTENESS. This is really freakin' cute, alright, just ... cute as puppies. Asgardian puppies. What?