Post by Loki Laufeyjarson on Jun 9, 2014 18:55:16 GMT -6
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FULL NAME:: Loki Laufeyjarson
NICKNAMES:: Loke, Loptr, Hveðrungr, Lie Smith, Son of Laufey, Sky-Treader, Silvertongue, Flamehair, Husband of Sigyn, Consort of Angrboða, Thor's Companion, Sif's Hair Harmer, Benchmate of Odin, Blood-Brother of Odin, Bound God, World Breaker, Father of Monsters, Trickster, Sly One, Scar-Lip, Giant's Son, Father of Strife, Hot Stuff. Tends to go by Locke Lyesmith on Earth.
GENDER:: Genderfluid (primarily male)
ACTUAL AGE:: Who knows?
APPARENT AGE:: Mid twenties, early thirties
SPECIES/RACE:: Deity
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: he/him/his
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Polyamorous Pansexual
FACECLAIM:: Bartek Borowiec
NATIONALITY:: Scandinavian
HEIGHT:: 5'10"
HAIR:: Flame or copper red
EYES:: Green, usually. Yellow or filled with flame if he chooses.
SKIN:: Pale, freckled.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Scars over his lips where they were sewn together for a time, body covered in freckles, tattoos of his various children over his arms, chest, and back; his hair is very long and can be seen as "distinguishing".
APPEARANCE:: Loki is not particularly tall, but he is as thin as a twig compared to the rest of the Norse men. Despite this, there is some muscle to him; it just happens to cling to his bones more thoroughly. His skin is pale and covered with freckles, especially along the middle of his face, his shoulders, and his hips. Loki's hair is long and copper-red, seeming to shimmer with flames when put in the light. He likes to braid it intricately, or let others braid it for him. His mouth is scarred, which has earned him the kenning "Scar-Lip". He has numerous other scars from other struggles he has gone through.
He is covered in numerous tattoos, each one depicting one of his children in stark-black, elaborate viking knotwork. On his left arm is a serpent coiling up his limb; on his right, four children, chasing each other from his elbow to his shoulder. On his back there is a snarling wolf, so large its head and neck make their way over his left shoulder and onto his chest. On his stomach, a kneeling girl. An eight-legged horse runs across what is left of his stomach and chest.
Loki can seem almost bestial when he's in a more "godly" mood. More often than not, he takes on aspects of either the fox, the cat, the wolf, or the falcon... though sometimes, there is something snake-like or spider-like about him as well.
PERSONALITY:: Think of his personality as a flame.
To those who respect him and treat him with the reverence he feels he deserves -- and to his family and friends, in particular -- he is the hearth fire: a comforting warmth, something that protects and shelters, that would burn alive anyone who would dare to hurt them. He's fiercely protective, like a mother bear with her cubs; you don't want to get between the two.
To anyone that spites him or otherwise provokes him, however, he is a wildfire. He burns and destroys without caring about the collateral damage, consuming everything in his rage. Anyone that dares to lay a hand on his children? Burnt to a crisp. Anyone who tries to stop him from bringing justice to those who've hurt what's his? Dead where they stand.
He's passionate, and beautiful, but deadly and dangerous all the same, and anyone who meets him should know what they're in for, should they try and strike a relationship, or even a friendship, with him. He is not one to be tied down and not one who can be controlled or "tamed" -- anyone who thinks so will find themselves burned.
Loki gets great joy out of tricking other people, and he never thinks about the consequences of his pranks until everything's said and done. That said, he does fix what he makes a mess of -- if what he messed up didn't need to be messed up in the first place, at least, as was the case with Baldr. Even with his fiery abandon, he knows what needs to be done, and will do what he has to in the role he was assigned, once it comes to that. He spits on rules and conventions and bends and breaks them when he can, but realizes where the line is drawn, and when the rules must be followed to a T.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: He knows how Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods, will occur. He knows what his role in Ragnarok will be. He killed Baldr, the Light of Asgard, by Odin's request, and prevented him from returning, again at Odin's request -- and no one knows this but him and Odin.
RANK:: God of Fire, Tricks, and Lies in the Norse pantheon
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: A small village in Jotunheim
PROFESSION:: God of Lies, Pranks, Trickery, Deceit, Outcasts, Thieves, Passion, and Fire
PARENTS:: Laufey (mother), Farbouti (father)
SIBLINGS:: Helbindi (younger brother), Byleistr (younger brother), Odin (brother by oath)
CHILDREN:: father of Eisa, Einmyria by Glut ;; father of Vali, Narfi by Sigyn ;; father of Fenrir (or Fenris-ulfr), Jormungandr, Hel (or Hela) by Angrboda ;; mother of Sleipnir by the stallion Svadifari ;; mother of witches and troll women (according to folklore) because of eating the burnt heart of a witch ;; gods only know how many other children he's spawned by mortal parents
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Thor (adopted nephew)
MARITAL STATUS:: once husband to Glut (now deceased), husband to Sigyn, consort to Angrboda
HISTORY:: Loki was born when lightning struck the wooded isle -- or, that's what his parents' names would have you believe. His mother was Laufey, "the wooded isle"; his father was Farbouti, "the cruel striker". It was only appropriate that from a young age he took on the powers of the flames, gradually growing the ability to control them.
His father left the family after the birth of Helbindi and Byleistr, taken from them by a stray spear during a hunt. Laufey had always been sickly, tall and thin and weak like a needle, but the death of Farbouti took what strength she had from her, leaving the young Loki to care for her and his two brothers on his own. He loved his mother, he did; she was warm and soft, her skin freckled like his own -- perhaps. Even he can't remember what he looked like, that long ago. But Loki began to resent the job that had been thrust upon him. He resented the cooking and cleaning, the working to support his family, the caring for his younger siblings. He resented it, but he did it, knowing that that's what he had to do.
Laufey passed away quietly one night after Byleister's sixteenth year, without even a whimper to signal her going. Loki and his siblings burnt her remains on a pyre, honoring and praying to her spirit as she burned. Two days after, when Loki was tending to the chickens, a strange man in a wide-brimmed hat appeared, walking up the road towards the cottage. The man introduced himself as Odin and requested a place to sleep and a meal to warm himself before he traveled onwards. Loki was wary, knowing of Odin, chief of the Aesir, and his kind's tendency to steal away the possessions of Jotun, but he could not be inhospitable. He allowed the old man in and gave him a place at their table, slaughtering one of their goats so that they could give him a proper meal.
Odin ended up staying for a fortnight, and grew very interested in the young Jotun, Loki. He admired the knowledge the boy held, and the wit that was about him. The night before his departure, he offered Loki a deal: they would make an oath to one another, to protect one another and serve one another, and Loki would come with him and have a place amongst the gods. As wary as Loki was, and as reluctant as he was to leave his brothers, he knew that there was nothing for him in the cold, desolate land of Jotunheim. He knew that, should he stay, he'd live a stagnant life, that he'd bear no title and never make anything important of himself. The prospect of becoming a god by the sheer virtue of his wit was so tempting to the young Jotun that he finally accepted. Odin cut their palms, and they held them together, sharing blood and swearing their oaths to one another.
Asgard was wondrous to him, full of light and warmth where Jotunheim had been cruel, dark, and cold. He grew attached to Odin's young son, Thor; as Thor grew, the two of them became companions, Loki being the only one other than Sif who could calm Thor's raging temper. Loki traveled through Asgard and Vanaheim and Jotunheim and Midgard with Thor's party, seeing new sights and finding new wonders. He was particularly fond of the men of Midgard and their oh-so-amusing ways, especially the way they would react whenever he pulled a prank. Everything was a game for him; everyone was someone he could have a bit of fun with.
The first hurt he endured was this:
In the early days, Asgard, home of the Aesir, the gods of war, and Vanaheim, home of the Vanir, the gods of love, were at war with one another. Eventually, they came to a peace agreement, and everything was alright again. But Asgard's wall was destroyed; they needed a new one built, knowing that they'd be vulnerable if they did not have one. A carpenter came to them, telling them that he would build them a wall in less than a year, but that they needed to give him Freyja, the sun, and the moon as payment.
The gods balked at his request, but Loki asked Odin to consider it, telling him that, alone, there was no way that the man could hold up the bargain. By the time the year was up, they'd at least have a portion of a wall, and they'd have lost nothing in return for it. Odin told the carpenter, then, that they'd take his deal, but that he could have no one help him build. The carpenter asked if he could have his horse, at the very least. Loki convinced Odin that the horse would not be much help at all, and so it was allowed.
When it turned out that the horse was the strongest and most powerful stallion in the realms, and the carpenter had the wall mostly built at only the sixth-month mark, the gods knew they could not pay him the debt they owed as part of the deal. They turned on Loki, saying it was his fault, and that he had to fix it. Loki obliged, changing himself into a mare in heat and leading the stallion away. Thor killed the carpenter, after it came to light that the carpenter was a Jotun in disguise.
Loki was gone for months. Unknown to anyone but him, he and the stallion had coupled, and now Loki was with foal. After finally giving birth to the foal -- a beautiful, eight-legged dapple grey colt that Loki lovingly referred to as Sleipnir -- Loki led him back to Asgard. Odin took the colt, making him his mount.
The second hurt he endured was this:
Loki, though he loved his adopted nephew, Thor, dearly, had always had eyes for Thor's wife, Sif. He found it hard to control himself, and so he finally seduced Sif and laid with her while Thor was at a feast his father was hosting. While Sif slept, Loki grew sad with his regret and guilt, and knew that he had to make things right again. The punishment that was given to a woman for adultery was the sheering of her hair. So he cut off Sif's hair, stealing away in the night.
When Sif woke, she knew who had cut her locks from her. She sobbed to Thor about what had happened, and Thor was immediately enraged. He tracked Loki down and told him to fix Sif's hair, as he could not fix the real wrongdoing.
Loki went to a pair of dwarves, making the deal that he would pay them with his head if they would make Sif a wig of gold, and other treasures and trinkets to pay the gods. He changed to a fly and bit at their eyes as they worked, hoping that this would make them mess up something, but the only thing they ended up fudging was the handle of the hammer that they'd made -- they'd made it just a bit shorter than it was meant to be.
Reluctantly, Loki took them to Asgard with him, and there they presented the gods with gifts: a wig of gold that looked and moved and felt like hair for Sif, which would grow just as normal hair would; a golden boar for Freyja; a spear that would never miss its mark for Odin; a golden boat that could be shrunk to fit in your pocket for Freyr; a ring that produced other rings every new moon; and finally, and some would say most importantly, a hammer named Mjolnir, that would always return to the person who threw it, whose only flaw was the somewhat short handle. The last gift was for Thor. But after the gift-giving was done, the dwarves demanded their price of Loki's head. In an effort to save his own skin, Loki told them this:
"I promised you my head. But you can't have it, because I never promised you the neck it sits upon."
The dwarves were understandably enraged by this. Loki tried to run, but Thor ran after him, dragging him back and holding him down as one of the dwarves grabbed Loki by the hair and sewed his lips together.
The gods laughed at Loki's fate, and he had to endure their jests until he could rip the thread from his mouth in private. He bore the scars on his lips from that point forwards.
The third hurt he endured was this:
Loki was married to the goddess Glut, or Glow, at Odin's request. It was a familial alliance, to combind Glut's family and Odin's own, since Odin had no marriageable sons to give. Glut was beautiful: golden-skinned and onyx-haired, shining with a light of her own. Loki loved her. But it wasn't to last. He sired two twin daughters by her, Eisa and Einmyria, and she did not survive the process.
The fourth hurt he endured was this:
While traveling in his homeland, Jotunheim, Loki met a Jotun named Angrboda, a wild chieftess and queen of a tribe of other Jotun. It was love at first sight for the two of them; Loki stole away time and time again to share her bed and company, to feast in her mead hall and to flirt and laugh with her. She made him her consort, and their passion for one another was unrivaled.
She had three children by him. The eldest was their daughter, Hela, who was half-alive, half-dead; half living, half corpse. The second was their son, Jormungandr, a serpent who grew and grew and grew faster than anyone knew how to handle. The third was their second son, Fenrir, a wolf cub. Though his children were monsters, Loki adored them all the same, and doted on them as any loving father would.
The gods had learned of his secret meetings with Angrboda, however, and they'd become restless with worry after learning that the children that she bore would be the harbingers of Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods. After consulting Odin, they fell upon Angrboda's tribe. Hela was banished to Helheim, land of the dead, and there she tore her way up the ranks and ruled as queen. Jormungandr was hurled into the ocean of Midgard; he grew until he wrapped around the world and bit his own tail. Fenrir was kept. The gods thought that, perhaps, they could use him. They took Fenrir and Loki back to Asgard.
Fenrir, however, grew much in the same way his brother had, until the gods grew to fear him more than they'd ever feared anything before. They tricked him into being bound -- he took Tyr's hand in the process -- and then left him in a remote, desolate place where no one would ever look.
The loss of his children left Loki sore, sad... and angry.
The final hurt was this:
Loki was married to a Vanir by the name of Sigyn, another marriage for the political gain of Odin, and another woman with whom he fell head over heels in love with. She was the one who could calm his flame and make him almost docile, and she was faithful and devoted to him. She bore him two sons, the elder Vali, the younger Narfi.
It was around that time that Frigg had learned of her son Baldr's fate. Baldr was the Light of Asgard and Odin's heir, the one who would take over Asgard after Ragnarok. But the Norns, the prophets who lived at the World Tree's roots, had told Frigg that Baldr would fall, and soon. In the frenzy of a mother's protectiveness, she asked everyone and everything in the realms to swear an oath that no one would harm him -- everything, that is, except for mistletoe, which she thought too young a plant to ask for an oath.
Unknown to her, Odin had been scheming. He knew that Baldr needed to survive Ragnarok to inherit Asgard. He knew that the only way for this to be a certainty was if Baldr was somewhere where Ragnarok could not touch him, and he knew that Helheim, the land of the dead, was the only place that fit that description. But he also knew that he could not lose face, or do a dishonorable thing like kill his true-born son and heir. He called on Loki, telling him to carry out the deed for him.
Loki went above and beyond his task.
After learning that mistletoe had not sworn the oath, he fashioned a spear of it. The Aesir had made a game of throwing harmful things at Baldr and watching them bounce off and leave him unscathed, and so Loki snuck into their circle. Hodr, Baldr's brother, was blind, and could not participate in the game. Loki went to him, offering him the chance to play. He put the spear in Hodr's hand and guided the throw. The spear pierced Baldr's heart, and Baldr died.
Afterwards, the weeping Frigg again went to everyone and everything in the realms, this time asking that they weep for her fallen son. She knew that if they did that he would come back to life. And everything and everyone in the realms again obliged her -- all but one single old widow, who was really Loki in disguise.
Even knowing that it was what had to be done, Loki couldn't help but feel guilt for what had transpired. That and everything else he'd done for Odin, or that Odin had done to him, was proving to be too much. His rage built and built, until finally he could take it no more. When the gods held a celebration feast, he crashed it, loudly calling out everyone who attended on every single sin they'd ever committed and every single convention they'd ever broken. And then he let it slip: the fact that he'd been the hand that had really slain Baldr.
He tried to flee after he realized what he'd said, transforming into a salmon to hide himself, but Thor found him, bringing him back to the hall. Odin had Sigyn, Vali, and Narfi brought in, and there, the gods turned Loki's eldest son into a wolf. Vali went mad, attacking and killing his brother Narfi. The gods ripped out the entrails of the child's corpse and tied Loki to three flat stones deep beneath the bowels of Midgard with them, transforming them into strong chains as they did. The goddess Skadi placed above Loki's head a snake that would drip acidic venom into his eyes, and there they left him. When the poison hit his face, he writhed in pain, so hard that it caused earthquakes.
Faithful, loving Sigyn came to him. Both of her children had died, and after all he'd done, he would not have blamed her for forgetting him forever and marrying again. But she loved him, and he her, and so she came, holding a bowl above his head to catch the dripping venom. Whenever it filled, she had to turn to dump it out, and then he writhed in his agony.
One day, he shook so hard, the chains broke.
If the birth of Loki's monsters was the first sign of Ragnarok and Baldr's death the second, Loki's freedom was the third. But he wasn't ready for it to end. He wasn't ready for any of it to end. So he ran, and is still running, hiding away on Midgard from the ultimate fate of his pantheon.
OOC NAME:: Tony
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 9-10 years
ANY NOTES:: This guy is my guy and roleplaying him is a form of worship for me
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE::
Loki really couldn't help himself. Who could, if they had this much control? Every eye in the room was on him. Everyone's aura was pulled towards him; everyone wanted him, wanted to be near him. That much attention at once was giving him the best sort of high – a giddy sort of high. He wanted to feel more of it.
Of course he wanted to feel more of it. It wasn't something he often got to feel.
He kissed his target square on the lips; the man did not protest, or whimper, just kissed him quite earnestly in return. Then he pulled away, and did it again with another man. And another, and another, until he was practically drunk off the feeling of it, his head swimming, his blood pulsing with pure fire.
So, he took a bit longer getting out than he'd intended. But what was ten minutes of his time, for that sort of fun? The Jotun flicked off the strong sexuality as easy as flicking off a light, then sauntered out of the bar, leaving everyone within it dazed, confused, and unsure as to what had happened during the last couple of hours. He just hoped no one had filmed anything on their phones. This was such a pretty face, and he'd hate to have to change it.
He moved into the alleyway as silent and graceful as a cat, the way his body swayed to and fro even being reminiscent of said animal. He gave his new friend that crooked, tattered grin of his, pushing himself up to perch on the dumpster beside her. She really was quite beautiful, he could see, now that there were no distractions to keep him from properly looking at her. Her eyes were one of the brightest blues he'd ever seen; they complimented her purple (almost black, in this light) hair.
“You know, friend, you have a name for me,” he said with a chuckle, his eyebrows raising. “But I haven't a name for you. 'Purple' just doesn't roll off the tongue as easily as 'Red' does.”
{ Loki Laufeyjarson }
FULL NAME:: Loki Laufeyjarson
NICKNAMES:: Loke, Loptr, Hveðrungr, Lie Smith, Son of Laufey, Sky-Treader, Silvertongue, Flamehair, Husband of Sigyn, Consort of Angrboða, Thor's Companion, Sif's Hair Harmer, Benchmate of Odin, Blood-Brother of Odin, Bound God, World Breaker, Father of Monsters, Trickster, Sly One, Scar-Lip, Giant's Son, Father of Strife, Hot Stuff. Tends to go by Locke Lyesmith on Earth.
GENDER:: Genderfluid (primarily male)
ACTUAL AGE:: Who knows?
APPARENT AGE:: Mid twenties, early thirties
SPECIES/RACE:: Deity
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: he/him/his
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Polyamorous Pansexual
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Bartek Borowiec
NATIONALITY:: Scandinavian
HEIGHT:: 5'10"
HAIR:: Flame or copper red
EYES:: Green, usually. Yellow or filled with flame if he chooses.
SKIN:: Pale, freckled.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Scars over his lips where they were sewn together for a time, body covered in freckles, tattoos of his various children over his arms, chest, and back; his hair is very long and can be seen as "distinguishing".
APPEARANCE:: Loki is not particularly tall, but he is as thin as a twig compared to the rest of the Norse men. Despite this, there is some muscle to him; it just happens to cling to his bones more thoroughly. His skin is pale and covered with freckles, especially along the middle of his face, his shoulders, and his hips. Loki's hair is long and copper-red, seeming to shimmer with flames when put in the light. He likes to braid it intricately, or let others braid it for him. His mouth is scarred, which has earned him the kenning "Scar-Lip". He has numerous other scars from other struggles he has gone through.
He is covered in numerous tattoos, each one depicting one of his children in stark-black, elaborate viking knotwork. On his left arm is a serpent coiling up his limb; on his right, four children, chasing each other from his elbow to his shoulder. On his back there is a snarling wolf, so large its head and neck make their way over his left shoulder and onto his chest. On his stomach, a kneeling girl. An eight-legged horse runs across what is left of his stomach and chest.
Loki can seem almost bestial when he's in a more "godly" mood. More often than not, he takes on aspects of either the fox, the cat, the wolf, or the falcon... though sometimes, there is something snake-like or spider-like about him as well.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY:: Think of his personality as a flame.
To those who respect him and treat him with the reverence he feels he deserves -- and to his family and friends, in particular -- he is the hearth fire: a comforting warmth, something that protects and shelters, that would burn alive anyone who would dare to hurt them. He's fiercely protective, like a mother bear with her cubs; you don't want to get between the two.
To anyone that spites him or otherwise provokes him, however, he is a wildfire. He burns and destroys without caring about the collateral damage, consuming everything in his rage. Anyone that dares to lay a hand on his children? Burnt to a crisp. Anyone who tries to stop him from bringing justice to those who've hurt what's his? Dead where they stand.
He's passionate, and beautiful, but deadly and dangerous all the same, and anyone who meets him should know what they're in for, should they try and strike a relationship, or even a friendship, with him. He is not one to be tied down and not one who can be controlled or "tamed" -- anyone who thinks so will find themselves burned.
Loki gets great joy out of tricking other people, and he never thinks about the consequences of his pranks until everything's said and done. That said, he does fix what he makes a mess of -- if what he messed up didn't need to be messed up in the first place, at least, as was the case with Baldr. Even with his fiery abandon, he knows what needs to be done, and will do what he has to in the role he was assigned, once it comes to that. He spits on rules and conventions and bends and breaks them when he can, but realizes where the line is drawn, and when the rules must be followed to a T.
LIKES::
- The crackling of flames; it sounds like music to him
- Mortals -- they're so interesting and chaotic
- Chaos and mayhem as a general rule -- he feeds off the energy of it
- Sweets, especially chocolate and skittles
- Red meats
- Spicy foods
- Sex with anyone who will allow it
- Being paid attention to
- Lying
DISLIKES::
- Anyone messing with people he claims as his
- Being treated less than how he deserves to be treated
- Not getting credit for things
- Being cold
- Being bored
- When people lie to themselves
STRENGTHS::
- Incredibly intelligent
- Very good at getting out of messes
- Very good at getting what he wants
- A real, true family man
- Completely open-minded
WEAKNESSES::
- Very good at getting himself into trouble
- Sometimes fails to think things through before acting
- A mite bit vain
- Sometimes too lusty for his own good
- Prefers fleeing to fighting
SECRETS:: He knows how Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods, will occur. He knows what his role in Ragnarok will be. He killed Baldr, the Light of Asgard, by Odin's request, and prevented him from returning, again at Odin's request -- and no one knows this but him and Odin.
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: God of Fire, Tricks, and Lies in the Norse pantheon
POWERS::
- Magic Manipulation (incredibly powerful)
- Nigh Invulnerability
- Functional Immortality
- Pyrokinesis
WEAKNESSES::
- Other gods (most especially Thor, if only because he has a soft spot for the big lug)
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: A small village in Jotunheim
PROFESSION:: God of Lies, Pranks, Trickery, Deceit, Outcasts, Thieves, Passion, and Fire
PARENTS:: Laufey (mother), Farbouti (father)
SIBLINGS:: Helbindi (younger brother), Byleistr (younger brother), Odin (brother by oath)
CHILDREN:: father of Eisa, Einmyria by Glut ;; father of Vali, Narfi by Sigyn ;; father of Fenrir (or Fenris-ulfr), Jormungandr, Hel (or Hela) by Angrboda ;; mother of Sleipnir by the stallion Svadifari ;; mother of witches and troll women (according to folklore) because of eating the burnt heart of a witch ;; gods only know how many other children he's spawned by mortal parents
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Thor (adopted nephew)
MARITAL STATUS:: once husband to Glut (now deceased), husband to Sigyn, consort to Angrboda
HISTORY:: Loki was born when lightning struck the wooded isle -- or, that's what his parents' names would have you believe. His mother was Laufey, "the wooded isle"; his father was Farbouti, "the cruel striker". It was only appropriate that from a young age he took on the powers of the flames, gradually growing the ability to control them.
His father left the family after the birth of Helbindi and Byleistr, taken from them by a stray spear during a hunt. Laufey had always been sickly, tall and thin and weak like a needle, but the death of Farbouti took what strength she had from her, leaving the young Loki to care for her and his two brothers on his own. He loved his mother, he did; she was warm and soft, her skin freckled like his own -- perhaps. Even he can't remember what he looked like, that long ago. But Loki began to resent the job that had been thrust upon him. He resented the cooking and cleaning, the working to support his family, the caring for his younger siblings. He resented it, but he did it, knowing that that's what he had to do.
Laufey passed away quietly one night after Byleister's sixteenth year, without even a whimper to signal her going. Loki and his siblings burnt her remains on a pyre, honoring and praying to her spirit as she burned. Two days after, when Loki was tending to the chickens, a strange man in a wide-brimmed hat appeared, walking up the road towards the cottage. The man introduced himself as Odin and requested a place to sleep and a meal to warm himself before he traveled onwards. Loki was wary, knowing of Odin, chief of the Aesir, and his kind's tendency to steal away the possessions of Jotun, but he could not be inhospitable. He allowed the old man in and gave him a place at their table, slaughtering one of their goats so that they could give him a proper meal.
Odin ended up staying for a fortnight, and grew very interested in the young Jotun, Loki. He admired the knowledge the boy held, and the wit that was about him. The night before his departure, he offered Loki a deal: they would make an oath to one another, to protect one another and serve one another, and Loki would come with him and have a place amongst the gods. As wary as Loki was, and as reluctant as he was to leave his brothers, he knew that there was nothing for him in the cold, desolate land of Jotunheim. He knew that, should he stay, he'd live a stagnant life, that he'd bear no title and never make anything important of himself. The prospect of becoming a god by the sheer virtue of his wit was so tempting to the young Jotun that he finally accepted. Odin cut their palms, and they held them together, sharing blood and swearing their oaths to one another.
Asgard was wondrous to him, full of light and warmth where Jotunheim had been cruel, dark, and cold. He grew attached to Odin's young son, Thor; as Thor grew, the two of them became companions, Loki being the only one other than Sif who could calm Thor's raging temper. Loki traveled through Asgard and Vanaheim and Jotunheim and Midgard with Thor's party, seeing new sights and finding new wonders. He was particularly fond of the men of Midgard and their oh-so-amusing ways, especially the way they would react whenever he pulled a prank. Everything was a game for him; everyone was someone he could have a bit of fun with.
The first hurt he endured was this:
In the early days, Asgard, home of the Aesir, the gods of war, and Vanaheim, home of the Vanir, the gods of love, were at war with one another. Eventually, they came to a peace agreement, and everything was alright again. But Asgard's wall was destroyed; they needed a new one built, knowing that they'd be vulnerable if they did not have one. A carpenter came to them, telling them that he would build them a wall in less than a year, but that they needed to give him Freyja, the sun, and the moon as payment.
The gods balked at his request, but Loki asked Odin to consider it, telling him that, alone, there was no way that the man could hold up the bargain. By the time the year was up, they'd at least have a portion of a wall, and they'd have lost nothing in return for it. Odin told the carpenter, then, that they'd take his deal, but that he could have no one help him build. The carpenter asked if he could have his horse, at the very least. Loki convinced Odin that the horse would not be much help at all, and so it was allowed.
When it turned out that the horse was the strongest and most powerful stallion in the realms, and the carpenter had the wall mostly built at only the sixth-month mark, the gods knew they could not pay him the debt they owed as part of the deal. They turned on Loki, saying it was his fault, and that he had to fix it. Loki obliged, changing himself into a mare in heat and leading the stallion away. Thor killed the carpenter, after it came to light that the carpenter was a Jotun in disguise.
Loki was gone for months. Unknown to anyone but him, he and the stallion had coupled, and now Loki was with foal. After finally giving birth to the foal -- a beautiful, eight-legged dapple grey colt that Loki lovingly referred to as Sleipnir -- Loki led him back to Asgard. Odin took the colt, making him his mount.
The second hurt he endured was this:
Loki, though he loved his adopted nephew, Thor, dearly, had always had eyes for Thor's wife, Sif. He found it hard to control himself, and so he finally seduced Sif and laid with her while Thor was at a feast his father was hosting. While Sif slept, Loki grew sad with his regret and guilt, and knew that he had to make things right again. The punishment that was given to a woman for adultery was the sheering of her hair. So he cut off Sif's hair, stealing away in the night.
When Sif woke, she knew who had cut her locks from her. She sobbed to Thor about what had happened, and Thor was immediately enraged. He tracked Loki down and told him to fix Sif's hair, as he could not fix the real wrongdoing.
Loki went to a pair of dwarves, making the deal that he would pay them with his head if they would make Sif a wig of gold, and other treasures and trinkets to pay the gods. He changed to a fly and bit at their eyes as they worked, hoping that this would make them mess up something, but the only thing they ended up fudging was the handle of the hammer that they'd made -- they'd made it just a bit shorter than it was meant to be.
Reluctantly, Loki took them to Asgard with him, and there they presented the gods with gifts: a wig of gold that looked and moved and felt like hair for Sif, which would grow just as normal hair would; a golden boar for Freyja; a spear that would never miss its mark for Odin; a golden boat that could be shrunk to fit in your pocket for Freyr; a ring that produced other rings every new moon; and finally, and some would say most importantly, a hammer named Mjolnir, that would always return to the person who threw it, whose only flaw was the somewhat short handle. The last gift was for Thor. But after the gift-giving was done, the dwarves demanded their price of Loki's head. In an effort to save his own skin, Loki told them this:
"I promised you my head. But you can't have it, because I never promised you the neck it sits upon."
The dwarves were understandably enraged by this. Loki tried to run, but Thor ran after him, dragging him back and holding him down as one of the dwarves grabbed Loki by the hair and sewed his lips together.
The gods laughed at Loki's fate, and he had to endure their jests until he could rip the thread from his mouth in private. He bore the scars on his lips from that point forwards.
The third hurt he endured was this:
Loki was married to the goddess Glut, or Glow, at Odin's request. It was a familial alliance, to combind Glut's family and Odin's own, since Odin had no marriageable sons to give. Glut was beautiful: golden-skinned and onyx-haired, shining with a light of her own. Loki loved her. But it wasn't to last. He sired two twin daughters by her, Eisa and Einmyria, and she did not survive the process.
The fourth hurt he endured was this:
While traveling in his homeland, Jotunheim, Loki met a Jotun named Angrboda, a wild chieftess and queen of a tribe of other Jotun. It was love at first sight for the two of them; Loki stole away time and time again to share her bed and company, to feast in her mead hall and to flirt and laugh with her. She made him her consort, and their passion for one another was unrivaled.
She had three children by him. The eldest was their daughter, Hela, who was half-alive, half-dead; half living, half corpse. The second was their son, Jormungandr, a serpent who grew and grew and grew faster than anyone knew how to handle. The third was their second son, Fenrir, a wolf cub. Though his children were monsters, Loki adored them all the same, and doted on them as any loving father would.
The gods had learned of his secret meetings with Angrboda, however, and they'd become restless with worry after learning that the children that she bore would be the harbingers of Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods. After consulting Odin, they fell upon Angrboda's tribe. Hela was banished to Helheim, land of the dead, and there she tore her way up the ranks and ruled as queen. Jormungandr was hurled into the ocean of Midgard; he grew until he wrapped around the world and bit his own tail. Fenrir was kept. The gods thought that, perhaps, they could use him. They took Fenrir and Loki back to Asgard.
Fenrir, however, grew much in the same way his brother had, until the gods grew to fear him more than they'd ever feared anything before. They tricked him into being bound -- he took Tyr's hand in the process -- and then left him in a remote, desolate place where no one would ever look.
The loss of his children left Loki sore, sad... and angry.
The final hurt was this:
Loki was married to a Vanir by the name of Sigyn, another marriage for the political gain of Odin, and another woman with whom he fell head over heels in love with. She was the one who could calm his flame and make him almost docile, and she was faithful and devoted to him. She bore him two sons, the elder Vali, the younger Narfi.
It was around that time that Frigg had learned of her son Baldr's fate. Baldr was the Light of Asgard and Odin's heir, the one who would take over Asgard after Ragnarok. But the Norns, the prophets who lived at the World Tree's roots, had told Frigg that Baldr would fall, and soon. In the frenzy of a mother's protectiveness, she asked everyone and everything in the realms to swear an oath that no one would harm him -- everything, that is, except for mistletoe, which she thought too young a plant to ask for an oath.
Unknown to her, Odin had been scheming. He knew that Baldr needed to survive Ragnarok to inherit Asgard. He knew that the only way for this to be a certainty was if Baldr was somewhere where Ragnarok could not touch him, and he knew that Helheim, the land of the dead, was the only place that fit that description. But he also knew that he could not lose face, or do a dishonorable thing like kill his true-born son and heir. He called on Loki, telling him to carry out the deed for him.
Loki went above and beyond his task.
After learning that mistletoe had not sworn the oath, he fashioned a spear of it. The Aesir had made a game of throwing harmful things at Baldr and watching them bounce off and leave him unscathed, and so Loki snuck into their circle. Hodr, Baldr's brother, was blind, and could not participate in the game. Loki went to him, offering him the chance to play. He put the spear in Hodr's hand and guided the throw. The spear pierced Baldr's heart, and Baldr died.
Afterwards, the weeping Frigg again went to everyone and everything in the realms, this time asking that they weep for her fallen son. She knew that if they did that he would come back to life. And everything and everyone in the realms again obliged her -- all but one single old widow, who was really Loki in disguise.
Even knowing that it was what had to be done, Loki couldn't help but feel guilt for what had transpired. That and everything else he'd done for Odin, or that Odin had done to him, was proving to be too much. His rage built and built, until finally he could take it no more. When the gods held a celebration feast, he crashed it, loudly calling out everyone who attended on every single sin they'd ever committed and every single convention they'd ever broken. And then he let it slip: the fact that he'd been the hand that had really slain Baldr.
He tried to flee after he realized what he'd said, transforming into a salmon to hide himself, but Thor found him, bringing him back to the hall. Odin had Sigyn, Vali, and Narfi brought in, and there, the gods turned Loki's eldest son into a wolf. Vali went mad, attacking and killing his brother Narfi. The gods ripped out the entrails of the child's corpse and tied Loki to three flat stones deep beneath the bowels of Midgard with them, transforming them into strong chains as they did. The goddess Skadi placed above Loki's head a snake that would drip acidic venom into his eyes, and there they left him. When the poison hit his face, he writhed in pain, so hard that it caused earthquakes.
Faithful, loving Sigyn came to him. Both of her children had died, and after all he'd done, he would not have blamed her for forgetting him forever and marrying again. But she loved him, and he her, and so she came, holding a bowl above his head to catch the dripping venom. Whenever it filled, she had to turn to dump it out, and then he writhed in his agony.
One day, he shook so hard, the chains broke.
If the birth of Loki's monsters was the first sign of Ragnarok and Baldr's death the second, Loki's freedom was the third. But he wasn't ready for it to end. He wasn't ready for any of it to end. So he ran, and is still running, hiding away on Midgard from the ultimate fate of his pantheon.
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OOC NAME:: Tony
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 9-10 years
ANY NOTES:: This guy is my guy and roleplaying him is a form of worship for me
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE::
Loki really couldn't help himself. Who could, if they had this much control? Every eye in the room was on him. Everyone's aura was pulled towards him; everyone wanted him, wanted to be near him. That much attention at once was giving him the best sort of high – a giddy sort of high. He wanted to feel more of it.
Of course he wanted to feel more of it. It wasn't something he often got to feel.
He kissed his target square on the lips; the man did not protest, or whimper, just kissed him quite earnestly in return. Then he pulled away, and did it again with another man. And another, and another, until he was practically drunk off the feeling of it, his head swimming, his blood pulsing with pure fire.
So, he took a bit longer getting out than he'd intended. But what was ten minutes of his time, for that sort of fun? The Jotun flicked off the strong sexuality as easy as flicking off a light, then sauntered out of the bar, leaving everyone within it dazed, confused, and unsure as to what had happened during the last couple of hours. He just hoped no one had filmed anything on their phones. This was such a pretty face, and he'd hate to have to change it.
He moved into the alleyway as silent and graceful as a cat, the way his body swayed to and fro even being reminiscent of said animal. He gave his new friend that crooked, tattered grin of his, pushing himself up to perch on the dumpster beside her. She really was quite beautiful, he could see, now that there were no distractions to keep him from properly looking at her. Her eyes were one of the brightest blues he'd ever seen; they complimented her purple (almost black, in this light) hair.
“You know, friend, you have a name for me,” he said with a chuckle, his eyebrows raising. “But I haven't a name for you. 'Purple' just doesn't roll off the tongue as easily as 'Red' does.”
