카터벨트 이이요 개목줄 이이요
I actually did a test print of this just to see how it would turn out. Luckily my mother picked it up for me so I didn’t have to explain to the clerk that I was here to pick up my bondage!loki picture.
…my Thorki feels are back…
She considered him curiously, her dark head tilted somewhat to the side. Her hands felt empty now that they were free of him, and one wrist bare besides — she felt awkward, like she did not know what to do with her own limbs. She placed one at her hip to be done with it.
It was obvious to her (and likely Thor as well, and others besides) that all was not right with Loki. One moment he demanded that she leave him with madness in his eyes, and now his manner was beseeching. Which was the lie? As confused as he appeared, she felt equally baffled by him.
“I have always helped you,” she stated, shaking her head a bit in her incomprehension, “have I not?”
Many times, they had fought side by side. Until fairly recently, their causes had been the same, and for the good of Asgard. He was a warrior of magic and not might, as she and Thor, but a warrior he had been just the same, and a formidable one.
“I…I do not know,” He answered her inquiry honestly, knowing not what else he could possibly say…The truth of it was that on the one hand, he remembered her helping him often, but at the same time, he could remember events as having happened in such a way that was certainly not flattering to the warrior maiden.
“…Sif…I do not understand…” Loki spoke the words nervously, as if trying to process his thoughts while he did so. He mulled them over, one by one, comparing one version of events to the other, as if he could perhaps sort them out and choose which was correct…As he did so, the blue started to creep back into his vision, but this time, he realized it and stopped himself.
From the instant he realized it was happening, he averted his attention, trying to shift it elsewhere, to banish the change from his mind… It was rare, for his thoughts to be so overwhelmed by the lingering influence in his mind as often as this, but not unheard of… Now, he simply worried what would happen to the warrior beside him if he could not control himself.
“Well, you’re the God of Mischief so you should get the general idea of what it is,” Tony smirked, “It’s basically a bunch of ghosts scaring people. You do know what a ghost is, right?”
It was then the Trickster chuckled. “I do indeed know of “ghosts” as you call them…Though, the truth of the matter is that on your world, most of the instances of what mortals consider “Ghostly” activity are nothing more than pranks, or at best, some sorcerer or magician playing some jest… I would know - I have done it many times,” he replied, still quietly laughing to himself. There had been more than one occasion he had terrified a camera crew or two of would-be sleuths…. He simply had never known what it was they claimed they were doing until now.
“I forget,” Tony swirls the glass in his hand, watching the ice make a pathway along the circumference of the inside of his cup. “That you Asgardians are completely deprived in all the finer things in life. Duct tape, with a T, Gothika, is earth’s magic. Endless uses.”
“Gothika?” Loki once more found himself staring without understanding at the other. However, the idea that Earth had some form of magic at it’s disposal was…Intriguing, to say the least. “….May I see it?” He asked after a moment, knowing well that some types of sorcery were well and jealously guarded… He did not know if this particular branch was one of them, but none the less, it interested him immensely.
Hela swallowed, looking him over then gazing back at his face. “Nay, we have not forgotten. We shan’t forget. I have met others, twins, I believe you call them. They do not know us as you do.” And as such, these days she never made the assumption. It was less difficult on her.
[[no worries. I am no better these days]]
“My mind has been…Strange, of late…Some occasions I remember things I should not, and others I forget things I cannot imagine losing…I hope you do not blame them too much… I suspect I am not the only one this has happened to,” He replied, a slightly sad smile replacing the first… He knew her now, though he was not certain that would always be the case…
Sometimes, he remembered having children. Sometimes, he knew the horrors that he had thrust upon them, simply by siring them… But other times, he did not even recall having birthed Slepnir, which he had always presumed was something he would never forget…After all, eight-legged offspring made for rather uncomfortable contractions… Yet somehow his mind seemed to fog occasionally, and remove the memories all together… Though Loki knew not the cause, it pained him greatly every time he realized that such an event had occurred.
Loki in a White Suit by Twoframe! <3