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[ open ] if we're all just cynics come undone
who: Loki + You
what: Rescuing + Canon update
when: June 15th + Late June
where: Around!
warnings: Spoilers for Infinity War, violence
[ Loki awakens.
It was startling, like he had forgotten how to breathe and submerged underwater for all his days. His chest heaves, fits of coughing wrestling his voice away from him as the doctors clamor above him, gloved hands resting on his shoulders. Violently, Loki shakes them off, immediately climbing out of bed and fleeing the hospital. Hospital. How had he ended up here? How —
A few blocks away, Loki stops, his back resting against the wall. Trembling, his fingers go upwards, touching his neck and drawing back with a hiss. Loki cannot see them but he can feel it. Dark finger-brands upon his skin, squeezing the life out of him, until he couldn't breathe, he couldn't see Thor, spots dancing in his vision, and thinking I don't want to go, I don't want to go —
He slides against the wall, boneless, leaning his head back. The sky looked so blue. His throat aches.
I could have done it, father! I could have done it. For you! For all of you.
Odin was right all along. Loki never could have done it. ]
[ i. infiltration, open to hostages and infiltrators joining him. ]
[ When Loki learned of the kidnappings and who had been taken, his anger overpowered any lingering feelings of self-loathing and tragedy. It was a task he could throw himself into, even as he constantly doubts any effort made in his part. Doubts the ability in his hands, the power in his bones. He would like nothing more than to squirrel himself away, cut off all ties. He didn't want to try anymore only to fail. He can't do it, he knows that now.
But . . . he found he couldn't stop either. For that, Loki blames Thor and curses him constantly under his breath as he and Jim sneak into the base, under heavy illusions, similar to the ones he has placed around his neck. The wound there was slow healing and even Loki's voice bore the slight twinge of soreness. Thankfully, he is nothing if not an excellent pretender.
Jim shoots a few people down, but Loki swats the men away. Steps on a man's neck as he makes his way through. Once they cleared the area, Loki drops part of the illusion to the hostages, his voice sharp and curt. ]
We're leaving. Can you get up?
[ ii. brawl ]
[ It had been bloody but short. Blissfully short. Loki doesn't join the medics (his healing gifts were mediocre and he is not in the mood to help out the entire community). He should approach his . . . friends. Family. But strength fails him as he stands there, looking hopelessly lost. Loki should be proud, shouldn't he? He managed to help, it didn't fall apart.
He should be proud.
He feels none of these things.
One of the kidnappers (missed by the general chaos) rushes at him, but Loki easily turns and grabs him by the throat. Squeezes. And then lets go with a gasp, colour draining from his face. The kidnapper stumbles back, confused but seeing an opportunity and rushes at Loki again.
Loki who is frozen stiff and cannot move. ]
[ iii. aftermath ]
[ Loki doesn't join the healers (he considers his skills in that area mediocre), but he does stop by a few people, healing them of minor gashes and wounds. He doesn't make eye contact. They come and go, and Loki is oddly mute, no quicksilver lines and retorts passing through his lips. Breath in, breath out. He waves them off. What Loki hasn't realized is the illusion he had placed around his neck was slowly flickering, giving away to Loki's bone-exhaustion. ]
There. Off you go.
[ iv. wildcard ]
[ Loki will be around, killing kidnappers, healing people and sort of drifting here and there, checking up on people. Post-event, you can meet him at Gramarye, in his office or doing a few quiet lectures or around Riverview in general. ]
what: Rescuing + Canon update
when: June 15th + Late June
where: Around!
warnings: Spoilers for Infinity War, violence
[ Loki awakens.
It was startling, like he had forgotten how to breathe and submerged underwater for all his days. His chest heaves, fits of coughing wrestling his voice away from him as the doctors clamor above him, gloved hands resting on his shoulders. Violently, Loki shakes them off, immediately climbing out of bed and fleeing the hospital. Hospital. How had he ended up here? How —
A few blocks away, Loki stops, his back resting against the wall. Trembling, his fingers go upwards, touching his neck and drawing back with a hiss. Loki cannot see them but he can feel it. Dark finger-brands upon his skin, squeezing the life out of him, until he couldn't breathe, he couldn't see Thor, spots dancing in his vision, and thinking I don't want to go, I don't want to go —
He slides against the wall, boneless, leaning his head back. The sky looked so blue. His throat aches.
I could have done it, father! I could have done it. For you! For all of you.
Odin was right all along. Loki never could have done it. ]
[ i. infiltration, open to hostages and infiltrators joining him. ]
[ When Loki learned of the kidnappings and who had been taken, his anger overpowered any lingering feelings of self-loathing and tragedy. It was a task he could throw himself into, even as he constantly doubts any effort made in his part. Doubts the ability in his hands, the power in his bones. He would like nothing more than to squirrel himself away, cut off all ties. He didn't want to try anymore only to fail. He can't do it, he knows that now.
But . . . he found he couldn't stop either. For that, Loki blames Thor and curses him constantly under his breath as he and Jim sneak into the base, under heavy illusions, similar to the ones he has placed around his neck. The wound there was slow healing and even Loki's voice bore the slight twinge of soreness. Thankfully, he is nothing if not an excellent pretender.
Jim shoots a few people down, but Loki swats the men away. Steps on a man's neck as he makes his way through. Once they cleared the area, Loki drops part of the illusion to the hostages, his voice sharp and curt. ]
We're leaving. Can you get up?
[ ii. brawl ]
[ It had been bloody but short. Blissfully short. Loki doesn't join the medics (his healing gifts were mediocre and he is not in the mood to help out the entire community). He should approach his . . . friends. Family. But strength fails him as he stands there, looking hopelessly lost. Loki should be proud, shouldn't he? He managed to help, it didn't fall apart.
He should be proud.
He feels none of these things.
One of the kidnappers (missed by the general chaos) rushes at him, but Loki easily turns and grabs him by the throat. Squeezes. And then lets go with a gasp, colour draining from his face. The kidnapper stumbles back, confused but seeing an opportunity and rushes at Loki again.
Loki who is frozen stiff and cannot move. ]
[ iii. aftermath ]
[ Loki doesn't join the healers (he considers his skills in that area mediocre), but he does stop by a few people, healing them of minor gashes and wounds. He doesn't make eye contact. They come and go, and Loki is oddly mute, no quicksilver lines and retorts passing through his lips. Breath in, breath out. He waves them off. What Loki hasn't realized is the illusion he had placed around his neck was slowly flickering, giving away to Loki's bone-exhaustion. ]
There. Off you go.
[ iv. wildcard ]
[ Loki will be around, killing kidnappers, healing people and sort of drifting here and there, checking up on people. Post-event, you can meet him at Gramarye, in his office or doing a few quiet lectures or around Riverview in general. ]
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Lucretia.
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I... wanted to come and thank you, for helping me.
(It's not the only reason she's here, but it's a good start.)
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It's hardly necessary.
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Either way, I'm grateful. Loki; what happened?
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Besides the large kidnapping and getting stabbed? Not much.
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When were you stabbed? Was that in accordance with... (she gestures to her own neck.)
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No. Laura panicked and I was the closest body available.
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(Beverly was similarly stabbed in a moment of panic by Laura too, albeit a long time ago now. Was Laura taken too? Lucretia can't help but feel a little stab of anger at the thought.)
You heal relatively fast though, right? Like Thor?
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[ He heals from everything. It's a double-edged sword. ]
But I am a little . . . tired of late.
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(She finally comes in properly, and closes the door behind her with a click.)
Why is that?
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I'm quite sure I do not need to explain lethargy.
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I'm worried about you.
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[ Every nerve in his body hums in pain. His voice is drawn out, a rattle that ends with a hiss. ]
It is base sentiment that does nothing. It changes nothing. Why should I care who frets and who worries? Why should it matter to me?
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Because I think you say these things defensively to keep people away from discovering what is hurting you, and that you don't actually mean it. Am I wrong? Or aren't we as friendly as I think we are?
You don't have to care if I worry about you or not Loki, but if you truly feel that way then tell me so. I'll stop wasting my time.
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Yes. I feel that way.
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She hadn't been expecting such an easy concede.)
... Do you? Or are you saying what you think I want you to say?
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The truth of Loki is simple. Narrow. I'm not capable of such things. I never was.
[ He smiles, bittersweet. ]
So you get to be right after all.
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I don't want to be right. You areβ trying to shove me away, because you think you don't deserve a single, extended hand. Why.
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He hated the truths. Especially self-evident ones about himself. ]
I was killed. And then I came back.
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After a moment's pause, she tries again, softer this time. Gentler.)
What happened?
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It is not a story worth telling. Someone long ago promised my death. And saw it fulfilled.
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(That's fine. Baby steps. If this were somebody else, she might have tried to reach out to them in some way, take their hand. She's not sure Loki will allow this though. It may be too much pushing, so she holds fast.)
I'm sorry, Loki. That it happened at all.
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[ He swallows. ]
Three times was pushing my luck.
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If... you ever want to talk about it, I'll always listen.
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