Silhouette // LokixOC

CHAPTER VII

"HEY I'M YOUR LIFE AND I NO LONGER CARE" ~ SAD BUT TRUE BY METALLICA

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okay so hi guys! if anyone is reading this... comment? id like to know what I'm doing wrong (even typos). 

Where were we? ah. You like my OC? cos I do. aaaaannnd... her story is definitely not simple. *spoilers! (in River Song's voice)* (okay, brain, I'll shut up) Okay, so after this rather fascinating conversation with my brain...

Allons-y!

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He was a Frost Giant. A damn Frost Giant. All his questions were answered. Just not in the way he wanted.

"So I am no more than a stolen relic, locked up in here until you might have use of me."

You have to discover who you really are.

"Because I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?"

I'll be waiting. And I'm so, so sorry. Victim. And there will be a victim. An innocent victim. Khione's words were the only coherent thought in his mind. A victim. Victim. Victim. She looked so sad then. Now he knew why. Why didn't you touch me? I mean, you never even lay a finger directly on me since we met. Her expression then... he has never seen a smile so sad. Her eyes looked older than the universe itself. My skin is so cold that I burn almost any creature that's alive. Like Jotuns, I destroy everything I touch. She told him on Vanaheim. Half-truth. Maybe her touch burned. Maybe it was lethal. But not to him. He would just turn that damn despising blue.

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A threat is near. Force isn't the only way to do things. There is a much more effective one, though it requires great strength. I'm sorry. Thor was banished. Odin in a coma. Brilliant, Khione, brilliant. Thanks for a very detailed description of what will happen. A Dark Age comes. The victim will be a hero. He knew what he had to do, but... it was hard. He could almost hear Khione say "I know. I'm so sorry."

•••

"My first command cannot to be undo the Allfather's last."

True. He really couldn't lift Thor's banishment. Honestly, though, he wouldn't even if he could. Not before the war was over. The war which his brother started. And which Loki had a plan to end.

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"And bring Jotunheim back to all its... glory."

He was talking to his birth father, who didn't know he was his father. That was... strange is an understatement. He had a really hard time trying to maintain eye contact. And trying not to cast a particularly painful spell. Or punch him in the face (he immediately dropped that thought, though. It was too Thor-like). It was a horrible feeling. That man was his father. That man left him to die. That man left him to Odin's mercy. And Loki was fake plotting with him. "Crowds will judge" indeed. He hoped he could pull it off.

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He killed him. Laufey was dead. But he didn't feel the satisfaction he had hoped for. He just felt... empty. Broken. How the hell did Khione found out what will happen without knowing the future? Loki sighed as the thought crossed his mind. She was a living paradox. And every word she said was true. He smirked. Another plan started to form, fueled by his rage. She said he was broken? Well, then what's the point in arguing? He had nothing to lose. The term 'victim' no longer applied, though. He was a monster now.

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"No, Loki."

He was falling. He didn't destroy Jotunheim. He fought his brother. He let go. He thought of Khione's sad eyes. He was curious of her. He didn't blame her. She did what she could. He wondered what that bastard that called himself his father had done to her. What would she be able to teach him? Nothing, now. He was dying. He was hearing things. That was death? A strange choice of words. Or maybe not.

"I'll fucking kill that bloody bastard."