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the_romp2012-09-11 09:35 pm
odinsonthor) wrote in the_romp2012-09-11 09:35 pm
AU Test (Vamp)
It had been long since he started his wandering around the lands. After seeing sights he could not remove from his mind. So much blood. So many dead.
Looking to his hands, now he could only see dirt. The stains of red clouded for now. In his mind everyday he replayed events. Could one man.. No. He was no longer a man, really do so much damage in desperation?
“How could he?” he whimpered as tears clouded in his eyes. He knew he was no better. By now it was evident he had become a monster. His skin had grown pale and his eyes darkened. Even Sif, and the friendly faces he once knew couldn’t convince him to stay. For once in his life, he considered himself very much alone. But what of Loki? The man at the centre of that. Horror.
A shiver down his spine as he coughed a little, bringing one hand to his face. It had been long since he drank. Dragging his feet he stumbled falling face first into the dirt. Tears begin to stream down his face as he pushes himself up.
“How could you do it? Why?!” He shouted as he steadied himself onto his knees. Hunching over he let out a cry before beginning to push himself back up. Looking around he found himself back upon the entrance to the place of origin. Although it had been so long he could still smell blood.
Each of his wanderings seemed to lead him here and now. In desperation he seemed to want vengeance. Once he had towered above as a hero and now he stood a pathetic mess. Covered in dirt, his clothes now rags. It was time to confront that which ailed him. If only he knew where to find him.
Looking to his hands, now he could only see dirt. The stains of red clouded for now. In his mind everyday he replayed events. Could one man.. No. He was no longer a man, really do so much damage in desperation?
“How could he?” he whimpered as tears clouded in his eyes. He knew he was no better. By now it was evident he had become a monster. His skin had grown pale and his eyes darkened. Even Sif, and the friendly faces he once knew couldn’t convince him to stay. For once in his life, he considered himself very much alone. But what of Loki? The man at the centre of that. Horror.
A shiver down his spine as he coughed a little, bringing one hand to his face. It had been long since he drank. Dragging his feet he stumbled falling face first into the dirt. Tears begin to stream down his face as he pushes himself up.
“How could you do it? Why?!” He shouted as he steadied himself onto his knees. Hunching over he let out a cry before beginning to push himself back up. Looking around he found himself back upon the entrance to the place of origin. Although it had been so long he could still smell blood.
Each of his wanderings seemed to lead him here and now. In desperation he seemed to want vengeance. Once he had towered above as a hero and now he stood a pathetic mess. Covered in dirt, his clothes now rags. It was time to confront that which ailed him. If only he knew where to find him.
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"Yes a shadow, I remember you as you were, the bright bold warrior battling in the sun. Then again I stole you from the sun and with that your happiness." A hand was run through his hair as he sighed."You never could lie to me Odinson." he spoke calmly his hands behind his back. "I can see it all over you, you've been living off rats again haven't you?"
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"But you stole nothing. I make my decisions and I do not step back from them."
He looks back, a little angry for a second.
"The rodents do not look at me like people do" He shys away from Loki a little, stopping for a moment.
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Loki had always loved the unknown, that was why he had taken so well to the world of darkness. "No but you regreat them, and deny it not. I can see the truth. Come, sit." He pulled out a chair for his brother.
"...How you love your mortal coil." He spoke with a sigh and reached up to start unbuttoning his collar. "Come, take your fill then we can argue and fight to your hearts content."
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"Regret? But then. Wouldn't I have been dead long ago? I would not of wandered as I did. So please do not mistake my choice."
Would he straight through Thor's words or accept them? He had his own reasons for becoming as he is now. But not willing to discuss them.
"Must this still be the case?" He stares to Loki's neck, stepping over slowly.
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"Say as you will, I see it in your eyes brother. You are not the man I remember standing so proud and tall. Maybe you are just in need of a good shave and bath." Though Loki would have to call Jane later and make her pick up some clothes. What size was Thor, 2XL? Loki was already blaming himself, as Loki does.
"Unless you are willing to look terror in the face and feast anyway then yes. You know I fear you not and it will not harm me and fully rejuvinate you. Now come." Loki moved to sit tilting his head to the side. "Fine, the hard way." He spoke lifting one of his long nails up and sliced it across the skin next to the vain. Blood to tempt the hero. "Come now. I wish us to be able to have words before the sun rises."
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Had he really been this desperate? At any rate he had to admit he was beginning to feel better but pulled away after a short while, putting one hand over his mouth. His throat no longer feeling dry.
"I apologise for such a reaction." The taste in mouth seemed amazing compared to his former attempts. The blood of rodents just didn't taste the same at all.
"Able to have words. I could of before. In fact, it may have been a better idea to talk to me then."
hope my timing is right!
And she knew that Loki did not have many friends.
"Get off of him!" she yelled, rushing over and smacking Thor's back with the book, much like she would with her baseball bat.
ALWAYS PERFECT!
"Jane Foster...You will apologize this instant. One does not strike a hero." He spoke in the firm tone as he forced himself to sit up right.
"Thor, this is the Lady Jane Foster, a modern sorceress."
Re: ALWAYS PERFECT!
"You found a new toy Loki?" Maybe not quite what he meant to say. But she did just hit him so he didn't feel to bad about it. He began to wipe the blood from his mouth and looked her up and down.
"Modern sorceress?" Well he hadn't heard that before. But he wished that he could stop callinghim a hero. Right now he looked more the monster thab Loki.
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"What? This is... but he was... a-and..." She looked back and forth from Thor to Loki. No way that this was his brother, but then again, sometimes siblings looked nothing like one another. "Oh god. Oh god."
Then something registered.
"Hey! I am not a toy! What would give you that idea?!"
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"I'm a bastard." He spoke before realizing how that sounds. "Thor is his father's true son, I am but a bastard child of his enemy. We may have been raised as brothers but we are not of blood." A sore subject for Loki since he didn't find out till the night he died. Likely didn't tell Thor for months after their turning. "Jane, call one of your friends that works at that store of everything, have them bring us something to fit Thor. I can not look at him like this, we must clean him and make him proper."
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He watches the both of them carefully. With a woman now in the room, he didn't feel it right to shout at Loki, or demand proper explanation. But it had been a while.
"Loki, I feel I must get something off my chest. It has been weighing upon me for some time." He stepped forward, it seemed a little cruel at first, especially since Loki had welcomed him with open arms.
He tried to get the words out in found himself clenching his fist. Within a few seconds he had lunged back and directed a punch toward Loki's cheek, almost without thinking. Then quickly turned on his heel.
"That was not it. It seems I am bitter brother" He muttered as he headed for the door. Well that didn't go as planned.
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"Hey! What the hell!" she yelled when he punched Loki and walked away. "You can't just do that! Get back here and at least try to talk to him!"
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A link to the human word... his wretched soul needs that.
From Jane to Thor Loki spoke calmly. "Would you feel more at ease if I sent the woman away on a task so you can allow your agression out without the shame of harming your honor? Then we can have a nice dinner with her. The way we used to." The vampires at the heads of the tables surrounded by humans laughing and holding wine glasses they never drank from food before them like they could eat but not touching. Fun times before the dark ones hit.
"You traveled to the new word to tell me off... so please don't waste the trip Odinson." He was still in the chair, blood dripping from his lip where he had been hit, he didn't stand. Honestly he was a bit shaken but he was hiding it well.
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"I do not have such honour remaining. But I do not wish for a young woman to see any more violence."
He turns back and looks to the blood on his lip. Quickly walking over using his hand to gently wipe it off, talking in a gentle tone which he had not used for sometime.
"I did not wish to hurt you." He turns to Jane and nods to her.
"I apologise to both you and my brother. This was a sight you should not have seen and a violent act which should not of been carried out." He bit his lip at this. He really thought Loki deserved it to some extent.