LOKI IMAGINES

Call Me A Thief

I'm actually super proud of this one omg
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I hope you all enjoy it too!!
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Having a reputation, whether good or bad, was a reputation nonetheless. It could either make people fear you or respect you. Rarely, it could be both.

You've had it rough; just having enough money to get by. You wouldn't say you were in poverty nor the working class, just somewhere in between. Rich enough to not be homeless, but unlucky enough to resort to discourteous lines of work.

That line of work being fraud or swindling.

You had learned pick pocketing from children in your area. They needed quick money, so an effortless distraction here and a sweet smile there, coins would already be in their hands.

You first thought this was incredibly rude and immoral. One should not steal if you have any honor or dignity within your soul. But then you grew desperate, and so you had to learn their ways in order to survive in the harsh world.

Pick pocketing turned into down right swindling when you grew older. You were far too clever for your own good, far too pretty as well. One shiny smile here and you'd have a man follow you down a dark alleyway hoping to have a good time, but you'd end up holding a glass dagger to their neck while stealing their wallets joyous as ever.

Sometimes, if the fellow was handsome enough, you'd go where he went. Often times these men had money to their name and their home often displays it so. More often, these men were being disloyal to their wives, so of course you'd accept a bribe here and there.

The peculiar occurrence where you met the younger prince of Asgard was simply unforgettable.

He and his older brother, Thor, thought it righteous to visit the more unfortunate side of Asgard. They volunteered in orphanages, trained young boys to fight and help buy product from struggling merchants. They did this in the span of three days, you met Loki on the third.

It was dark and the princes were saying their goodbyes, Thor more sincere than Loki. You had been standing near by, watching intently, looking at what they were wearing. Loki had an evident weapon that gleamed in the moonlight. It shimmered so brightly that you could only guess the handle, or at least the hilt was studded in jewels. The snatch was so easy. You couldn't let this moment pass.

The brothers passed by you, and with a false smile on your face, you came up to them, touched Loki's forearm and said: "Thank you so much for coming! It has been an honor." And snatched the dagger off of Loki's person.

Victory only lasted for a few moments.

When you were walking home later that night, the streets now emptied, a figure kept following you. It wasn't alarming until the silhouette's shadow was right in front of you, meaning they were looming over your body. You turned around swiftly, Loki's dagger in hand, ready to slash your enemy.

"Ah, there it is." said Loki in a satisfactory voice.

You still held the weapon intensely before Loki posed to be a friend, not a threat.

"There is what?" you asked rather quickly.

"My dagger." Loki held out his hand to receive it.

"It's actually mine, my grandfather gave it to me just before he passed. It must be similar to yours." you lied with a fake but reminiscent smile on your face.

"Good lie. But no, that is mine." Loki demanded.

You huffed. "Alright, fine. You caught me." You placed the dagger in his open hand and proceeded to show your wrists to him, waiting for him to cuff you and send you to jail.