pantherkingofwakanda:

[[I am so under the weather right now, it ain’t even funny. I was feeling crappy last night and it only got worse today. The only reason I went to lecture is because the uni here keeps eagle eyes on my attendance and if I didn’t go without a doctor’s note or something, I risk being deported. Not after only one absence, mind you, but the absences add up and I don’t want to start now. So basically, I feel like utter crap and my muses are made to suffer for it. I really apologize to everyone. Hopefully I’ll be feeling well enough soon that I can turn T’Challa and the rest loose again, but for now, I need rest before I fever my way into a coma.

Much love, kittens, hope y’all are doing much better than me.]]

chessthecheshirecat:

[[Sorry kittens! I have a lot of homework things to get through tonight and tomorrow is my 9:00am class that goes for hours and hours, so I’ll need to go to bed early. So no Chess or Loki or T’Challa tonight. I really do apologize, especially on behalf of T’Challa because I didn’t really get on last night for a variety of reasons which I shan’t go into here. But anyway, I just wanted to apologize and excuse myself for the evening so that nobody thinks I up and died. I will be on tomorrow night hopefully. Again, though, not too late as Fridays I have an 11:00am class and that’s still early for my nocturnal self so I’ll need sleep before hand. But then you have me for my 3 day weekend and it will be beautiful and rosy!

Much love, kittens, and don’t blow Tumblr up in my absence!]]

glorified-secretary replied to your post: ooc:

[[I should not be so pleased that Loki is back to wreck shit. :) ]]

[[Me neither… BUT I MISSED MY BABY! He’s a little shit with issues coming out his ears and a massive array of complexes, but he’s my baby nevertheless and I was getting so fucking worried. D: FSKJKWNSDKJSD I ACUTALLY FEEL LIKE CRYING WITH JOY WHAT KIND OF SICK TWISTED SOUL AM I?! Also I’m contemplating his breakout soon…. we shall see… Mwahahahah!]]

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nyxgoddessofnightandvampires PLEADED

Lady Nyx. It has been a while. And how are you?

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glorified-secretary PLEADED

Shhhh, woman, you’re going to ruin the silence. I was rather enjoying it. Seeing neither hide nor hair of any of you has been a rather wonderful boon of late. And yet, all good things must come to an end… shame, really. But I’ve heard many fascinating and intriguing tales of your exploits. Yours and the rests’, naturally. Perhaps there’s a reason Anthony stopped coming to visit me, hm?

[[*THE WORLD’S BIGGEST SIGH OF RELIEF*

LOKI IS FINALLY BACK!

Dear gods, I honestly thought I was losing him there for a while! It’s been ages! As you’ve no doubt noticed, and which I definitely have. Aaaaaaugh but it’s so good to have my angry, pissed off little shit back! *dances for joy* And I do think he’s glad, as well, despite his first act of being back being a post in which he gets stabbed in the hands and put in a lot of pain. But you’re happy, aren’t you, sweety?

Yeah, he’s glad to be back and causing shit again. Maybe he was jealous of how much fun the Joker and Karnilla have been having with his little group of jailers.

What? It’s a reasonable assumption. I think that’s the case. Anyway! Loki’s back, I’m a happy kitty, and the world is a bright and beautiful place again!]]

fiercestofasgard:

followingisnotreallymystyle:

kingofliesloki:

The energy Loki had used to send his foe into the wall retracted away from her slightly, like attack serpents returning to their master, and he smiled darkly as the tendrils coiled around him. His malevolence was poured into the magic, and was all the stronger for it. Though it caused him irritation to see her rise again after his mental attack, he knew the true extent of the damage he’d done her. Physically, she might be prepared, but later, if he let her live, she would burn and ache with the torments he’d ingrained in her mind. That was satisfactory to him for now. Maybe at a later date, he would begin acting upon the murderous desires he’d revealed.

The master sorcerer recognized the blade in her hand at once, and that caused him another flash of irritation. That blade had been his once upon a time, and it had always troubled him that it should rest in her armory. Though he alone could utilize many of the magical properties it held, it was still sufficiently bewitched that it was more powerful than the average dagger regardless of who wielded it. Perhaps this was a chance to get it back. Focusing his energy, he pressed his hands together and pointed them at Sif, using them to direct further of the dark energy at her. Magic might be his only weapon at present, but he was master of it above all others. The energy shot forth, pointing straight at the warrior whilsts writhing tendrils snaked around the pair of them, engulfing Loki in a bubble of pure magic and seeking to bind Sif wherever possible. A thought occurred to him that there were still supposedly other people in this prison, but his violent hatred was all-consuming and his attention centered on the wonderful idea of ripping Sif’s limbs off one by one.

Tony saw Loki’s bring his hands together. Maybe luck was finally on their side. Sif was stronger than Loki, right? She had to be. Loki was leaner than Sif, and Sif was an Asgardian. His hands were in perfect position. If Sif could hold his hands together just long enough… “Sif! Hold his hands together. Chess! I need you to hold the links together while I weld them back into one chain.” Tony pounced on the opportunity, watching as he and Chess carefully moved forward at the same time.

Sif was fast reaching the limits of her strength. She rarely fought foes that relied upon magic instead of mettle, and she had not anticipated the sheer energy it took to withstand such attacks. Yet she would not let herself falter, not until the deed was done. She fought against the magic, slowly getting closer him. When she was finally within range, she seized his hands. Doing her best to ignore the pain, she drove the blade through his clasped hands to the hilt, grabbing the other end of the blade as it emerged to prevent him from simply slipping the blade out. She yelled for Stark to work quickly, feeling herself begin to fade.  Not yet, she could not fall yet…

Loki pushed the energy forward with all his might, tendrils of it probing and seeking weak points on Sif’s person to exploit. But she continued forward, and his rage grew. The Shadow in his mind pressed at him, shrieking to be unleashed to slay her once and for all, end this so that she would be no longer a thorn in his side. But… he faltered, a series of thoughts flashing through his mind and faster than he could hold onto them. Thor, Sif, vague recollections of past centuries and times when he had been more naive, weaker, and the world had seemed at a sort of disgusting but tolerable peace… The hesitation was his downfall and was punctuated by searing pain.

The god released a scream of pain that echoed throughout the prison room as the knife pierced his hands, holding them fast. Blinded by the agony and gritting his teeth so hard that his jaw ached, Loki fast lost control of the dark energy he’d conjured. It flailed around him, fed by his emotions and thus by his pain, twisting, shooting about in all directions, demolishing the sparse furniture in the room and causing the lights to flicker. It struck out and foe and master alike, bashing at Loki as equally as it railed against the woman who had trapped his hands. He opened his eyes and watched as the energy threatened to engulf both him and Sif in a cocoon of death. If he did not regain control of it, they would likely both perish. As would anyone else caught in the aftermath. Movement caught the trickster’s gaze and he saw Stark moving towards him, accompanied by the blonde blue one. Stark held the manacles that had bound him. NO! he thought, and began writhing. His movement was stunted by Sif’s grip on his hands and the knife, as well as the pain every movement cause him, but… he had to try. Desperately and with little thought for aim, Loki swung one knee up at Sif. He would not willingly go back into that unending state of irritation at not being able to reach his magic. He would not make their task an easy one.