cunningas: (kaya: mischievous)
Teaching at a Slayer school was much like teaching anywhere else, Loki imagined.

Except that the fights were a lot more entertaining to watch and having a bunch of teenaged girls with superpowers with young, impressionable minds was a lot more fun than the usual sort of young, impressionable mind.

He was surprised none of the others had asked him oh-so-politely to Just Leave yet. Especially after the one incident with the girls who'd gotten caught running a nighttime Mission-Impossible-style raid against the library's restricted section.

Though it was possible that one hadn't been traced to him yet. The girls were good, he was sure they hadn't talked. Yet.

Maybe now would be a good time to teach them about bribery? Hmm. Or corruption in high offices. It depended on who was interrogating talking to them. He should go find that out. Methos wouldn't be that difficult to handle. Nor Sam, probably. Fred or Wesley though, there was the sticking point. Oh well! Burn that bridge when we get to it!
cunningas: (other: giggle)
It beckoned to him like nothing else ever did. The scent was so sweet, so tantalizing, he even opened his mouth to better inhale it. It was almost a taste, almost, but not quite. Such a tease. In his mind's eye, Loki could almost imagine it looking like on those cartoons, a gently waving finger leading him by the nose.

And he'd follow, how could he not? The was just too divine. Too full of promise. And perhaps he should know better but he'd also rarely been very good at doing what was good for him. So follow his nose he did, weaving his way through crowds of people, ducking once through a tent and disturbing some sort of show but out the other side again before a half moment later. He passed several elephants plodding along, each one's trunk looped around the tail of the one before it. He ducked under one man's fiery breath and felt the back of his neck grow warm, but still he continued in his quest. The scent grew stronger and he was certainly salivating now.

Until finally he came to it, the holy place, his Mecca for the day and somehow the line that had been blocking his path to the counter suddenly melted away and Loki stood beaming at the girl behind the counter. "Two deep-fried Twinkies, please, luv."

The girl smiled at him, he winked, and a moment later, Loki had his prize, one for each hand as he wandered blissfully off through the carnival to devour his spoils. It really was a fabulous day.
cunningas: (adrien: red hat & blue wall)
She didn't trust him. He didn't blame her. In fact, he rather respected it, in a manner of speaking. It wasn't so easy to respect someone who trusted him merely because he smiled pretty. Much easier to respect someone who didn't trust him at least in part because he smiled so pretty.

But just because she didn't trust him didn't mean she wasn't at least a little intrigued by him, he was sure. He had, after all, something she didn't.


Even if his wasn't what it used to be, either -- not that he'd admit that -- he still had it. There were still those who believed in him, spoke to him, lit their little candles in his name, and sometimes even sent him booze. That was more than could be said for a long forgotten goddess of a long forgotten time.

He wondered if it bothered her. If she was jealous at all. Blue with envy, perhaps, and that thought made him smile. He wondered if she blushed ever, and if her skin turned a deeper blue or some shade of violet. It might be worth discovering, if it could be done.

He'd just have to see. Either way, it was sure to be fascinating.

Just like her.
cunningas: (other: kiss)
She was beautiful when she was angry.

And she was angry often and mostly at him. He could hardly blame her, since he had brought about the death of her father and all. And he didn't mind her anger, even directed at him. It was to be expected. Besides which, she'd been amazing to watch when she'd stormed into Asgard, eyes flashing, to challenge Odin after the death of her father. As she'd passed him, Loki had noticed the faint scent which had wafted in with her...winter woods rimed in ice, the sense of snow on the air. Something wild.

He'd been fascinated and watched as she spoke to the All-father, standing there amongst the gathered Aesir with pride in her bearing. She'd been ready to go to war with them all over the death of Thiazi until Odin had managed to strike a bargain with her. Someone must make her laugh again, for she hadn't since the death of her father, and she would be allowed to choose her husband from among the Aesir as long as she chose him by his feet. Loki had thought that last was rather ridiculous but he wasn't the one striking the bargain for once and besides, it was obvious where his part in it lay.

Making her laugh.

No one else among the Aesir could have done it, of that he was certain. No one else did do it, only Loki. She was as beautiful when she laughed as she was when she was angry.

And Loki had the distinct pleasure of knowing, later, that though Njord may have married Skahdi, it was Loki who'd had the snow-queen first.
cunningas: (boys: mirror images)

Chaos and Order are not enemies, only opposites.

-Richard Garriott

The game was an old one. So old that the rules no longer had to be verbalized. Certainly, if you'd asked them, they would have only smiled and asked, "what rules?". They both knew, intimately, how to play the game. They had played it since the beginning of things. Would play until the end. It was a way, perhaps, to pass time. Something to do.

At any rate, it was what they did.

One might think of it like chess, though it would be infinitely more complex and infinitely less structured. But if one were to imagine it, it might be easiest to visualize the world as a global chessboard with positions marked upon it in black and white. The fact that a sphere has no sides as a chessboard does ought be one's first clue how this is more complicated than mere chess. At any rate, as one visualizes the world as a massive, spherical chessboard, one might then begin to see its pieces. Pawns, rooks, bishops, knights, kings and queens all moving about, some in black and others in white. For simplicity's sake, say that black stands for Chaos and white for Order even if it is a bit cliche and not the whole truth. Another way to think of it would be the side of the Aesir as the white and the side of the Jotnar is the black. Deep within and among the pieces is where the players would be found at once apart from and a part of the game itself.

One must also remember that all of the pieces and players are connected, that the whole shifts through even the smallest of actions. Where entropy occurs, Chaos surges. Where order is restored, Order abounds. Sometimes one has the advantage, sometimes the other but neither ever for very long. It is, perhaps, rather like balancing on a see-saw.

One might think of it all that way but if one were to watch them one might instead see a handsome man with flame-red hair lying on his stomach in front of a pile of cards. Across from him would be a distinguished older gentleman with one milky, scarred eye.

The redhead might be saying, "go fish."

And then the older gentleman would scowl, pick up a card from the deck between them and wait for Loki's question.

"Do you have any...queens?"

Once more Odin would scowl as he passes over a card which Loki would pause to inspect and admire the image of a beautiful young woman carrying a basket of golden apples while standing in an idyllic orchard. Odin would then snap, "just put it in your hand and stop gawking at it." Loki would grin cheekily and tuck the card away with his other queens and the game would continue.

And as one watched, one might find the thought coming, unbidden, to one's mind: Ragnarok is not on its way. It is here and now and has always been and will be...until the end.
cunningas: (Default)
001.Beginnings. 002.Middles. 003.Ends. 004.Insides. 005.Outsides.
006.Hours. 007.Days. 008.Weeks. 009.Months. 010.Years.
011.Red. 012.Orange. 013.Yellow. 014.Green. 015.Blue.
016.Purple. 017.Brown. 018.Black. 019.White. 020.Colourless.
021.Friends. 022.Enemies. 023.Lovers. 024.Family. 025.Strangers.
026.Teammates. 027.Parents. 028.Children. 029.Birth. 030.Death.
031.Sunrise. 032.Sunset. 033.Too Much. 034.Not Enough. 035.Sixth Sense.
036.Smell. 037.Sound. 038.Touch. 039.Taste. 040.Sight.
041.Shapes. 042.Triangle. 043.Square. 044.Circle. 045.Moon.
046.Star. 047.Heart. 048.Diamond. 049.Club. 050.Spade.
051.Water. 052.Fire. 053.Earth. 054.Air. 055.Spirit.
056.Breakfast. 057.Lunch. 058.Dinner. 059.Food. 060.Drink.
061.Winter. 062.Spring. 063.Summer. 064.Fall. 065.Passing.
066.Rain. 067.Snow. 068.Lightening. 069.Thunder. 070.Storm.
071.Broken. 072.Fixed. 073.Light. 074.Dark. 075.Shade.
076.Who? 077.What? 078.Where? 079.When? 080.Why?
081.How? 082.If. 083.And. 084.He. 085.She.
086.Choices. 087.Life. 088.School. 089.Work. 090.Home.
091.Birthday. 092.Christmas. 093.Thanksgiving. 094.Independence. 095.New Year.
096.Writer‘s Choice. 097.Writer‘s Choice. 098.Writer‘s Choice. 099.Writer‘s Choice. 100.Writer‘s Choice.
cunningas: (tricksy aim)
Title: Premeditation
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki, Baldr, Hodr
Prompt: #47, Heart
Word Count: 409
Summary: Murder is best when you're prepared.
Rating: PG-13

He finds himself crouching... )
cunningas: (stalking)
Title: Gold and Amber
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki, Freya, Odin
Prompt: #13 Yellow
Word Count: 772
Summary: Loki stalks follows Freya around and discovers her being naughty. He snitches to Odin who orders him to do something about it. Retelling of old story, more or less.
Rating: PG-13 for alluded-to naughtiness

He had never claimed not to be a snitch... )
cunningas: (cry)
Title: What He Hears
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki
Prompt: #37 Sound
Word Count: 145
Summary: What he hears, when he is Bound.
Rating: G
Note: Sort of a series, going with the other "5 Senses" prompts.

Drip...drip...drip...drip...drop... )
cunningas: (blood and gore)
Title: What He Smells
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki, Sigyn
Prompt: #36 Smell
Word Count: 300
Summary: What he smells, when he is Bound.
Rating: PG-13
Note: Sort of a series, going with the other "5 Senses" prompts.

He closes his eyes... )
cunningas: (agony)
Title: What He Feels
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki, Sigyn
Prompt: #38 Touch
Word Count: 274
Summary: What he feels, when he is bound.
Rating: PG-13
Note: Sort of a series, going with the other "5 Senses" prompts.

He remembers nothing... )
cunningas: (bound)
Title: What He Tastes
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki
Prompt: #39 Taste
Word Count: 169
Summary: What he tastes, when he is Bound.
Rating: PG
Note: Sort of a series, going with the other "5 Senses" prompts.

He does not remember what food tastes like. )
cunningas: (starey green eyes)
Title: What He Sees
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki, Sigyn
Prompt: #40 Sight
Word Count: 148
Summary: What he sees, when he is Bound.
Rating: G
Note: Sort of a series, going with the other "5 Senses" prompts.

Much of the time, his eyes remain one of two ways... )
cunningas: (wickedness)
Title: The Joy of Motherhood
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki, random people
Prompt: #27 Parents
Word Count: 549
Summary: Loki meets a drunk in a bar who doesn't understand certain things about the joys of motherhood.
Rating: R, for language

The joy of motherhood, bah... )
cunningas: (blood and gore)
Title: Just Need the Right Light, Luv
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki
Prompt: #18, Black
Word Count: 164
Summary: He can make you believe anything, you know.
Rating: PG

In the right light... )
cunningas: (don't cross me)
Title: Enemies
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki
Prompt: #22 Enemies
Word Count: 221
Summary: Just a god musing on his own nature.
Rating: G

The funny thing... )
cunningas: (playing with fire)
Title: Friends Never Last
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki, Odin, Heimdall
Prompt: #21 Friends
Word Count: 303
Summary: The executive summary of Loki's life among the Aesir.
Rating: PG

A swift cut... )
cunningas: (depressed)
Title: Storms
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki
Prompt: #69 Thunder
Word Count: 135
Summary: Loki doesn't fear the storm, he fears the thunder.
Rating: G

Once, storms were for... )
cunningas: (flame)
Title: The End
Fandom: Norse Mythology
Characters: Loki, Baldr?
Prompt:#11 Red
Word Count: 446
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Funny that my first fic for this comm is actually taking place at the end of my character's life. And yeah, uhm, if you know nothing about Norse Mythology, then consider this fic ONE BIG SPOILER. Of sorts. :) Also, cut for the mention of blood and gore. Not rated higher than PG simply because it's not very explicit in description of said blood and gore.

Red. )


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