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You need a Loki http://lyginnarfadir.tumblr.com/

sirdonaldblake1986:

Okay I am rubbish at this but listen. You want a Loki to go to, go to this person here…..Yeah HERE because to me they are bloody excellent at how they portray this man and I couldn’t ask for more, I mean they really can get you to feel. It’s unreal

So please, go there. Say hi. Follow, leave them asks. The works. They are great! I can’t say much more than that!

You need a Loki

Okay I am rubbish at this but listen. You want a Loki to go to, go to this person here…..Yeah HERE because to me they are bloody excellent at how they portray this man and I couldn’t ask for more, I mean they really can get you to feel. It’s unreal

So please, go there. Say hi. Follow, leave them asks. The works. They are great! I can’t say much more than that!

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quinnbarcley:

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"Oh.. I apologize. My names Quinn.. Barcley. Quinn Barcley." She introduced herself not sure what else to say.

"Hello Quinn…." He said softly before looking down at the grass and ripping it up. he was clearly distressed.

"You have caught me at a bad time…."

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freyjaofvanaheim:

Freyja wondered down the streets of New York getting the attention of countless people as she passed by. She was sticking out like a sore thumb. She was tall with bright blonde hair plus the outfit she was sporting was enough to get anyone’s stares. She searched high and low for Thor but luckily her search was soon over as she spotted him in a middle of the park with people ogling over him.

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"Thor?"

Thor heard the voice, he wiped his eyes and looked over to see her sit down next to him. He knew her or at least he thought he knew her. He took in a deep breath and tried hard to compose himself.

"……..If it is I you seek then I am sorry I am in this state" He said apologetically

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quinnbarcley:

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"There you are.." Quinn sighed in relief after looking for the God of thunder for about an hour now after he stormed off.

Thor looked up at the voice and raised a an eyebrow. Who was this person? He was not sure of them.

"Who are you?" He asked

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lyginnarfadir:

"Poor Thor, poor innocent Thor, oh how he wallows in his sorrows. Oh how he continues to seek pity. Oh how he seems to now hate himself. Yes let us pity poor innocent Thor, who could do no wrong, who was never once hated, never once shown ill will. Yes let us pity Thor", he chided as he sighed deep in thought. The corners of his lips still upturned by the lingering grin. Almost a grin of satisfaction, of sheer pleasure knowing he could bring about such torment. 

"Yes why should Loki care? I mean honestly why should I care at all whether you hate yourself or not? Once very long ago I did somewhat care, perhaps when we were children. I cared back then, cared what my elder brother thought of me, even when he teased me, belittled me for being weak, for using magic. Calling my talent nothing but tricks. Yes why should Loki care at all? The truth is I don’t. I no longer care. I no longer need seek your approval or acceptance. Which is why I cared not to come to you”, he stated as he looked up at the stars. It was a nice evening, quiet, the weather cool but not freezing. A pleasant evening for a walk if one enjoyed such things. 

"As for the Archer, well I chose to reveal myself to him as we’ve a link. A special bond one would say. Something you would not understand. But if you are gifting him to me well I must thank you. He might prove to be a very valuable asset should I have need of him. One can never have to many allies I suppose."

Thor could not help but laugh to himself about what he was hearing, maybe he was slowly going insane and this was his way of punishing himself. Concocting an Illusion of his brother to come down and chide him for his stupidity and make him feel worthless. He was truly in a dark place if this was starting to happen to him now.

"Yes…..yes of course you do not care, you are so careless that you decided to show up and show your self to me…..and take time out to make me feel worse Than I am already. Yes this is you showing very little care towards me. It’s brilliant!" He giggled still refusing to look and believe that THIS was his brother before him and not something his mind was creating.

"I mean…..If you didn’t care for me Loki you wouldn’t have actually showed up to bother chiding me and making me feel worse than I already am…….Oh enough Thor, enough mind trickery, you are already guilty, stop trying to make yourself better."

It was then that his anger showed through but instead of taking it out on the things around him, he instead decided to beat himself up. Physically.

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lyginnarfadir:

He laughed at the words spoken. An illusion, oh his brother knew him to well. Far to well in fact. He grinned as he neared the thunder prince. “You know me to well brother mine. Much to well. You truly think me illusion?” he asked as he stood beside the man hands clasped behind his back. 

"So tell me, how long did it take your precious archer to crumble and reveal my not being dead?" he asked as he looked down at his brother. He would have revealed himself sooner and perhaps to Thor himself had he not worried over any repercussions this might have had. He did not need Thor returning to Asgard and ruining his new reign. 

In fact he did not wish for Thor to return to Asgard at all yet he knew this was unlikely. It would look suspicious if the ‘All Father’ just so happened to exile the thunder god again. He smirked then as he looked down at the man. 

"He is not my precious Archer anymore Loki, He is yours since you go to him to tell him you are alive and not me! You don’t come to me because you have it in your head that I am a horrible man who stood in your way, you always envision me when I was younger and much more stupid and you hate me and I can say all this because you are just a figment of my imagination made to soothe me and Clint said what he said to make me feel better. Well it doesn’t make me feel any better! I still hate myself and hate what I did but what does Loki care if Thor hates himself and what he did? Hmmmm? What does Loki care? he doesn’t care! So why should I be sitting here and getting all upset about this?!"

He took a deep breath as he vented, his fingers buried into his forearms, nails leaving deep scratches behind. He didn’t know what to believe right now, was it just Clint saying all this to make him feel better? Was it his imagination going mad?

He snorted, ready to unleash another tirade of ramblings to get off his chest, hoping in doing so the illusion would fade away and he would be left to mourn but there was something in the back of his mind that was telling him it wasn’t going to happen.

Broken | Cameron and Thor

livingweaponshaw:

Cameron was jogging down the path, earbuds in her ears with her MP3 player strapped, firmly, against her upper arm. She enjoyed the solace of a late evening jog, the peace and quiet, the chill air-

-the very large man crying in the park.

She slowed in her steps, recognizing the long blonde hair as Clint’s partner. He was upset, but Clint was no where to be found.

The polite course of action would to ensure he’s alright.

"I figured that, Whitley," Cameron grumbled, approaching the Asgardian. 

"Hey….Thor?"

Thor looked over at Cameron and quickly wiped away his tears. He didn’t like to be seen in the state he was in,

"I’m sorry….I had something in my eyes" He muttered, trying to avoid the question but knew it was coming anyway.

"Me and Clint….we had a fight…we are having some much needed space. That’s all…nothing more"

He tried to disguise his mood but it was flatering, the more he thought about being strong the more he collapsed and then he just broke down completely. A blubbering mess, curled up on the floor, using his sleeves as a tissue.

"It hurts!" He sobbed