|Gryphon! Look at the detail! I am so proud. X3|
Perceptions: Ch 3It was quiet. Nothing but the sound of soft flame filled the air and the torches only somewhat lit the room. The light danced upon the gold furnishing and made the space seem to glow. Loki sat upon the throne. He had done what he needed to do. Now he only had to wait...and not screw up.Perceptions: Ch 3 by ~leafeon-ex
But now Sif and the Warriors Three had gone to Earth. Loki watched them with his magic. He was furious. He was king. He had told the Asgardians not to retrieve his brother, Thor. He had told them that Odin's word was still law. Thor was banished and no one was to see him. Even Heimdall, who had sworn that his allegiances lie with the king, had allowed them to go.
Loki's plan was in motion, but it would be ruined by Thor's return. What better way to prove he was a son of Odin, an Asgardian and not a monster, than to kill the king of the monsters himself? But if Thor returned, Thor would be the one to save the day and take all the credit. Again. Thor always took the credit.
Loki frowned. Just like that co
Perceptions: Ch 2Loki sat upon the throne of Asgard. Thor was banished, and Odin almost as good as dead. Jotunheim was threatening war.... Asgard was in chaos. What was he supposed to do? This was all Thor's fault! And the guards....Thor never should have made it to Jotunheim! This wouldn't be happening had he not! Loki wasn't supposed to be king! He wasn't blood, he was a monster! He wasn't ready...not for all this. Then Loki's thoughts were broken by a woman's voice.Perceptions: Ch 2 by ~leafeon-ex
“All-father, we must speak with you urgently!”
Ah, Lady Sif.
Loki looked up. “My friends.” And the warriors three.
“Where's Odin?” Fandral asked.
“Father has fallen into the Odinsleep.” Loki frowned at the tightness in his chest from the following words. “Mother fears he may never awaken again.”
“We would speak with her.” Lady Sif once again spoke.
“She has refused to leave my father's bedside. You can bring your urgent matter to me.” Loki stood. Never di
Perceptions: Loki Fanfic“Stop!”Perceptions: Loki Fanfic by ~leafeon-ex
“Am I cursed?” The man stared into the Casket of Ancient Winters. The ethereal blue shone and swirled within the crystal, but his eyes could not help but see his own hands, his hands that held the casket in front of him.
“What am I?” Instead of looking upon his usual alabaster skin, his hands were of the same cold blue emanating from the artifact he held.
“You are my son.”
Dark blue markings, just a shade darker, danced across his skin. Those same markings and ridges he saw on the creatures from his childhood nightmares.
Loki laid the casket down on its pedestal and turned towards his “father”. His eyes, no longer green, but red; his face belonged to those monsters Thor had set out to destroy not even a day before. And then he was of Asgard again. His eyes returned to their emerald green, his face its usual pale, and no longer was one in danger of frostbite from merely his touch.
“What more than