Loki Imagines Novels & Stories

All my life I have been treated like dirt, but Loki is carefree and looks at me differently. I smile as we reach the stream, watching as Loki finds a deeper part, using it to wash the dirt from his body. My heart races and I begin to see him even more differently. He is tall and very muscular. His hair is black, but his eyes are green. Something inside me is burning as I watch him rub the water all over his body…. I have never felt this way before.

delicate looking creatures! Impossible! "Believe me Luna, our father was the King of Constancia. One of the three kingdoms that rule the Land of Lore. The other two; Lotho, is ruled by Aswangs, the shape-shifters and Grendlar ruled by Witches and Sorcerers." "You are half fairy Luna." Alta too, approached her. "That is why you have abilities unlike other normal humans. Just like Morga, you have the gift of sight that allows you to see through the future."

What his captor was? "Show your face!" There was a pause. "Abima imnis gerona manum." He said trying to perform a magical spell. He heard a low but deep laughter. Nothing happened. My magic!. It's gone. His eyes opened in disarray. The beast's head came into light. It peered into his face. Its lower body was still in the shadows. Rick opened his eyes wider in shock. A chimera?. The chimera makes to open his mouth to spew fire at him.

BECCA’S POV The concrete was freezing, but in my head, I was running through a field of fire. I was back at the university gate, but everyone was holding funeral candles. I turned to run, but my feet were stuck in a thick, black sludge that smelled of filth and old blood. "You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!"

(dashed for Anya) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* LOKI: I have dragged this on for long. I am ending it now. LOGAN: The earlier the better bozo...I'm saving my strength for hook-ups too. LOKI: Let's see how you crack jokes in hell. Twin sword (a pair of sword appeared in both hands) LOGAN: Uh-uh that's a blade man. Shit is getting real

These things hold baby hydras, manticores, gorgons, and other nasties. No, they won’t kill me, but they’re a pain in the ass to have to deal with. And having to break out of a stone shell would ruin my manicure. “I swear to you that we have scoured all of the tunnels and ousted any of the nasties that used to live here,” Loki says, smiling at me. But, like always, there is this hint of mischievousness to his smile that makes me not trust him. I eye him wearily. “Why don’t I believe you?”

I shake my head no, “Actually, I feel a little tired. I think I’ll take a nap.” He kisses my head and says, “As you wish, beloved. I’ll see you soon.” “See you soon.” I respond as I get up and head towards our bedroom. As I lay on my bed, I ask Kodi, “Kodi, how did we get that image? We’ve seen nothing before.” It takes a moment for her to respond to me, but she says, “Loki sent us the image.” “He can do that?” She sighs, “I guess so.”

However, she pauses and looks at Gemini, saying, "There's more. Consider the force in opposition. Gemini looks across at the other side of the mural, her eyes enlarging at the images of shadows. Overlooking the battlefield are shadowy entities who blend in with the darkness they control, their forms contorting and writhing. But in the middle of it all is a figure that gives Gemini the chills. She says, her voice hardly audible, "It's him." "Loki." It's obvious how similar they are. The old carvings here represent Loki, the man they have been fighting, the one who has controlled and tormented them from the shadows. His image is colossal, a towering entity encircled by hate and evil magic.

Loki said and immediately end the call. Loki is like a child. Little and random things interest him even at an early age. He would get dirty or walk a thousand miles if that is the only way to be with his "educational tool". He got it from his adventurer father. He only sees things and people as some kind of tools to learn more. He likes observing people in their everyday lives, it does not only satisfies his thirst for knowledge and some other things, but it also fulfill his role as a shadow for someone he needs to protect. Luckily, he never knocked someone out ever. Well, that's a good news.

He couldn’t rise again. “Tell me,” I whispered, more to myself than to Matteo, “you don’t think it’s him.” Matteo didn’t answer immediately. His fingers curled into fists at his sides. The tension in his jaw was enough. “We don’t know,” he finally muttered. “And we’re not jumping to conclusions.” But the fear in his eyes betrayed him. Loki, the Blood King. The one whose thirst had drowned villages in blood. The one who defied death so many times, our ancestors had to turn to forbidden rites to bury him.