[PSA] Moving. New blog!

I’ve been weighing the pros and cons to moving Loki to a new blog, and well—eventually the urge to do it won out. For everyone curious: yes, I do intend to carry over storylines from this blog to the new blog. Unless, of course, you’d rather start over with something new and drop the old. I can do that too. 

You’ll all find me here. 

[PSA] Moving. New blog!

I’ve been weighing the pros and cons to moving Loki to a new blog, and well—eventually the urge to do it won out. For everyone curious: yes, I do intend to carry over storylines from this blog to the new blog. Unless, of course, you’d rather start over with something new and drop the old. I can do that too. 

You’ll all find me here. 

    “… Loki?”

“Who else if not I?” he said. The calm in his voice was deceptive; he did not want to give away how much he'd truly missed her.  

"I-…" Was the god not likely to be familiar with any that she knew? Mjolnir frowned, as if judging the trickster’s sincerity. "I could tell one of Hjuki and Bil, if you so desire."

“Whatever story you have will work, Mjolnir,” Loki replied simply. He would not show it, but he was tired—and though he made it seem effortless, it was tiring indeed to constantly be about his wits. “Tell me of Hjuki and Bil, then.”

[Cheeks would flush a light crimson as he closed the book he had been reading. He was in rare form, for it was truly rare for him to feel good about himself, especially like this but perhaps all the encouraging from a certain someone was finally paying off.]

                                   “Mhmm, it has been a while. You and I                                seem to vanish often yet here were are                            reunited in the place where we first met.                      It’s always like this. I had an inkling you                          would be around tonight. I am glad I listened                               to my gut lest I’d have been sitting in a                                  theater alone watching fighting robot cars.”

[He smiled.]

                “I am well. I can h a r d l y complain,                  especially in the company of good friends.”

[ The god smiled a sly little smile, only the     faintest up-curve of the lip, and yet it would tell much     to Shawn should he only observe it. The illusionist felt     pride in the other's newfound confidence. Even if     it were just for now, it was progress; progress he praised     by brushing a single curl from his dear friend's face before sliding             back to give him space. ]

It is proof of a solid friendship that we have lasted this long.      Time and distance are perilous circumstances, though I would          like to think we handle them nobly.

    Indeed, it seems this place is where we find each other, time  and time again. [ He laughed. ]

                      But it is not so bad a place to be tethered to.                  Happiness suits you well, my friend.

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"……."

"No, I suppose I couldn’t believe it. Still, to say it is better than not saying it."

“Tell me—what is the point in speaking a truth if those who hear it believe none of it?”

“Sometimes, prudent silence is wiser.”

Sometimes it was too late for anything but silence.