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riverviewlogs2018-06-17 08:36 am
dothelokimotion) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-06-17 08:36 am
Entry tags:
[ 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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(This is probably the most she's going to get out of him. For now, at least.)
Thank you. (She won't let that linger for too long, though; she comes a little closer to him, to look at his various bandaging.) Are you in pain?
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[ Stabbing and strangulation does that to a person, even Loki. They're not normal wounds, after all. ]
But it's nothing that will not pass in time.
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(No matter how much he thinks otherwise, apparently.)
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[ He smiles at that. ]
Whatever I have managed to salvage, at least.
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(She looks a little exasperated, but fondly so.) Well, if you change your mind, my partner is in medicine. I can always, uh, 'hook you up'.
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To . . . drugs?
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(Lucretia's only just keeping a straight face.)
To, uh, pain medication.
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I do not know if they will work. Most medicines have no effect.
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(Whoops, a bit mean! Though it's something she would have said to Taako for example, so really it just shows that Lucretia cares.)
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Actually, the pain is a nice distraction from everything else.
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... Do you listen to yourself sometimes?
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[ Loki could point out that Lucretia has no room to talk. "Hook you up" indeed. But he knows the offer for what it was. ]
Just — not yet. No questions, no thinking. I don't want it. Any of it.
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(He's right; it's still fresh, isn't it. Lucretia reaches out and touches his wrist lightly. A small comfort.)
Sorry.
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Now there was no Asgard and only Thor. And he was here. Still no Valhalla in sight. He had just wanted — he wanted —
What he wanted isn't feasible anymore. ]
I just need time.
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(Lucretia's already dropped her hand and returned it to her pocket, though she continues to watch him steadily, as if by doing this she can some how pick out signs that he'll be okay. But he's hard to read, and today is no different.)
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Please.
[ There's only so much of this he can handle at a time. ]
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(She nods her head to him before she leaves.)
Take care.
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