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An Indie Multi-muse RP blog. OC, AU, Crossover friendly.
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Hi there everyone.
I’ve been MIA for a while and it’s largely because I have had some major life upheaval. I really want to get back into the swing of things, but I just really can’t right now.
My finger is healing slowly, which is nice. But there’s a lot of tough stuff going on in my personal life. Overall, I’m sad. Just very sad and very tired. My heart is heavy. Things are tough.
I just wanted to come here to say hello and let you know I was thinking about you all and our muses. I just don’t know when I’ll have the heart to come back to writing.
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!
And I can TYPE! With all my fingers! I had a really rough couple of weeks and just took some time off for mental health purposes. I do want to do some replies either today or tomorrow.
But in the mean time, it’s my birthday and I am OLD!
LMAO
Love you, mean it, click!
Heyyyyy everyone!!!
So sorry for my absence. I’ll put the story under a read more, if your interested.
I likely won’t get to replies today, but I have hope I can do some tomorrow!
I'll be back in a week when I can type again!
Discord drop!
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This truly had to be one of the most embarrassing moments that the Master had to live through. It wasn’t enough that he was highly outmatched; it was that he had no true means of fighting back that would result in a victory. Alas, while he was resourceful, this was one of the few situations where it was in his best interest to surrender - for which he did.
“Just a cup of tea, please.” Not a large order, but it was something to drink. Besides, just because he ordered it didn’t mean he’d actually touch it. Truly, it all depended on his mood.
Once the water left, he let a deep sigh escape his lips. He could barely keep track of his newest pet - he didn’t have time to think about the Doctor. Well, he did, but … it wasn’t like the Master actually took the time to torment the other for the time being. Maybe later, when he had a new game in mind, but not currently.
“Do I look like his keeper?” A simple question as he gave a shrug of his shoulders. “The world might revolve around the Doctor, he might be my oldest and dearest friend, but it’s not like I keep tabs on him,” he says, pausing for a few moments. “Last I heard,” another pause, “he was dealing with something relating to a Zygon invasion. Maybe he married one for all I know.”
“Either way, I’ve had my hands full with my own matters.”
“That so?” she asked, her brow raising.
“For his best friend, y’have a funny way of showing affection,” she went on, picking at her chips. “Last memory mine had of you, ya tried to kill him.”
She hadn’t heard of the Zygon invasion, which meant that she was more than likely in the wrong place in this galaxy and dimension.
She felt a slight jab at the comment of the Doctor marrying a Zygon. But she knew the Master was doing this to get to her. “Well, here’s hopin’ he did. I wouldn’t mind a sister wife. Or a second husband.”
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The Doctor, of course, had similar questions to the TARDIS, questions of the man he had left behind with her, of her family, of why and how she had ended up back here, but they could all wait. They would wait until the time was right, when she was ready to tell him. Tell them. He imagined she certainly had questions to ask herself, but his story was long, too. Long and hard. But if she wanted to hear it, he would tell it.
Grey eyes returned to her, smile widening. It was joyful. He was joyful. “It does,” he said, voice soft, not quite matching the level of his smile, but it was enough to smile. Besides, there was a bittersweet tang to this, to the fact that her key did indeed still work, had always worked. Through the years, decades, centuries, her key had always worked. “I always made sure of it.” Not that he ever expected to see her again, but he wanted her to be able to return home. Head tilted, nodding towards the door, “Go ahead.”
Rose giggled like a child, eagerly unlocking the door. She glanced at him one last time, stood on her toes to kiss his cheek once more. “Thank you,” she breathed. Then she opened the door and stepped in.
She took a long moment to let everything sink in. No detail was left unseen. Already, she was crying. Fat tears of joy rolled down her cheeks without hesitation.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered to the TARDIS and in turn the hum seemed to change as if she were responding to Rose’s words. It was a bit cold in appearance, but none-the-less incredible. Sleek.
“This desktop is a lot like the first one,” she said, recalling back through memories that we’re her own. “But more modern. Bigger.” She turned slowly, looking at all the bookshelves and the lights and the stairs and all manner of things before her amber eyes landed back on the Doctor.
“I love it,” she breathed.
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Firgga nodded. She took the stone, enclosed it in her hand and sent her memory into the stone for him. He’d be able to watch it back as many times as he wished. Then she warded the memory to only her, Thor and Loki to access. It was dangerous to leave a memory stone unwarded.
With that buisness completed, she opened her arms to Loki, hoping he would take the hug. “No, it’s not strange,” she said. “You are still my baby, no matter how large you are. I miss our afternoon naps sometimes.”
He chuckled and hugged her, laying his head on her shoulder.
“Now is your time to shine. I believe in you.”
Frigga smiled softly and used her magic to cover them both in a soft blanket.
“Perhaps,” she agreed to it being her time. “But first, a nap. I am far too old for this sort of thing these days.” Ruling was for the young of heart and mind. She felt ancient. But it was her duty until one of her sons was ready to step forward.”
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As they kept walking, she pulled the hood up on her jacket. Digging around in the pocket for the keys, she hit the button. Without the headlights shining now the black car had been sleek and hidden in the shadows of the trees and storm clouds.
“One of the many ways you had me beat by a half mile. Can’t keep up with you on my feet, Bucky,” she said, trying to make a light joke.
Bucky smiled a ghost of a grin. It didn’t touch his eyes. He knew she was trying to lighten the mood, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to feel the levity. He had left his apartment in the middle of the night without knowledge. What had happened to him?
Once he was in the car, he buckled his seatbelt and began to twirl his thumbs between his knees.
“What did you say your name was again?” he asked softly.
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She hadn’t been fully intimate with anyone before. Of course, there was the one knight she fancied. But they had never gotten very far in their courtship.
“I want…” she whispered, and then there were no further words to be spoken. She leaned up and caught his lips with her own, kissing him as if she were starving. She wound her arms around his shoulders, pulling his body tight against her own.
She wanted him. All of him.
Lin lifted Sigyn in his arms, laughter intertwined with his kisses. “I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured. “You can take your time, we’ve got all night.” He let her back down to the ground again, one hand tucking stray strands of her dark hair behind one ear. “We’ll start a fire, eat what little we have – I promise. you don’t want to be faint from hunger in the midst of anything interesting.”
She pouted playfully. She wasn’t going to stop him from taking care of her, of course. She kissed his chin and nodded. “This one time, Lin, just this once, I will let you take care of me,” she teased, cradling his chin in one hand. With that, she stepped back and let him begin to set the fire. She did help a little by collecting small twigs and leaves for kindling.
Once the fire was roaring, she held her hands in front of the flames to warm them. The night was coming and the forest was growing cooler by the minute.
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He was so nervous that he didn’t enirely identify all of her social cues. She was laughing. Right. Of course. Why would she or anyone love him? He was always second to Thor. Anyone would want to be Thor’s beloved, not Loki’s.
His heart had only sunk for a mere second when he felt her take his hands, stopping his nervous habit of hand fidgeting.
“You…You love me too?” Loki asked. Had he heard her correctly? As far as he knew Sigyn wasn’t one to lie to him. Did this mean they had been courting all this time?
“Since the day we met,” she told him. “Since before time. My friend, I have loved you longer than I can chronicle.”
It was all true. She stepped closer, cautiously. She was soft, gentle, warm. Sigyn took his face in her hand, brushing his cheek tenderly.
“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes open and honest. “Deeply. I did not know how to tell you... Nor think I was worthy of your affections.”
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“It is natural to have apprehension of the unknown, but would you not prefer to at least know that you choose to live here rather than be forced to live here?” Loki asked her.
As he walked with her, he continued, “No one says you have to leave it all behind. You may continue living here as long as you desire. That is perfectly within your realm of options and I would not think any less of you if you so chose to continue that manner of life. It suits you.
"I simply do not see the benefit in being forced to stay, should you ever change your mind,” Loki shrugged. “It can be scary to break away from all you know, yet it could only start a steady decline of despair and longing if you truly find yourself to one day desire it and you cannot obtain it. You should have freedom.”
After a pause, he suggested, “You know, you could go out to the nearest village or town and pick up things to improve your home here, acquire things that you otherwise find difficult to gain just from this forest here alone. Maybe a visit once a year, or two or three times. A nice little journey. It would be a nice vacation for you to do once in a while, yet you cannot do that at all right now even if you wanted to.
"How many creatures live in this forest?” he questioned. “Yet they live here by choice and may leave it if they feel tickled enough to do so. You do not have that option and that is not fair to you, nor is it truly safe either. What if something terrible were to happen here? A natural disaster that is beyond your control? All the other creatures here may flee, yet you would be stuck to witness the wake of destruction just as the trees. Do you find that fair?”
The words he spoke were honest and wise. He spoke with such passion, it seemed to her he might be speaking from personal experience.
Loki had lived a long life. She’d seen just a snippet of it in the fire on the first night they met, seeing what could have been for her, or what maybe should have been. Or maybe what was yet to come. Clearly it would not come from this man, he seemed ready enough to move on from his past. Though she didn’t seem to favor his version of her in appearance, she must remind him a bit of his past.
You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I the worst that ever happened to you.
Those words he spoke from the night before in her home, when she learned he was an alternative version of a man she’d never met rang in her ears. Perhaps it was for the best that she stay in this forest. If her life could cause such turmoil for another being, maybe she was destined to live her for that purpose alone.
But he was not incorrect in his assessment of the situation. If she had the freedom to choose... At least it was her choice and not someone else’s.
“Aye,” she said quietly after a long moment of consideration. “Your point is well made, Loki. At the very least, I should be given the choice to stay or go.”
She regarded him for a moment and then went on. “You are the first person who has ever cared about what I might want rather than what I am destined to be.”
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His nervous fidgeting ceased after a moment when she took his hand. For a split second he was brought back to when he was a child, holding his mother’s hand so he could feel safe.
“I don’t want to be at war against you or even my brother either, mother.” He admitted to her. “I know you want to work with them The fact that you allowed me to marry Sigyn before all of this is proof of that. You and Thor always treated her with great kindness. I’m sure it helped her when we lived here. I don’t believe she harbors anger towards you.”
He sighed. “She had to watch as her mother was taken from her during the first war. We presume that her mother did not survive.” Loki went on. “That has no doubt impacted her on ensuring that Vanaheim won this war. She will not let our sons suffer the same fate as she did with her mother. Her story is just one among the Vanir. They want payment for what was done to them. They want to have their freedom as their own realm in glory again. And they want Odin to pay for his crimes against them. Unfortunately, Odin has his fair share of enemies. Queen Angrboda of Jotunheim wants to make her realm a center of art, culture, and trade and to do that, she wants the Casket of Winters, which I have promised her.”
He paused for a moment. “As for me, I just want to live in peace with my wife and children. Sigyn and I have even just started talking about having a third child, possibly a daughter.” Loki told her. “Vali and Narfi are the names of my sons. Vali looks like me and Narfi takes after his mother. Their still small but they are strong in magic. They’ll be great sorcerers one day. I know they would love to meet you.”
So far, the war had been in words and not in casualties. While Loki and Sigyn had come to Asgard with a full army behind them, not weapons were drawn and no blood had been spilled.
Yet.
“I know well what your wife has lost,” she said softly. “When you were missing, she and I grew very close. If was for her that you were granted freedom. Why, then, was it not enough for you? My son, do you desire a throne so greatly that you would bring war to your own family? What makes you any better than the man you claim to fight?”
Loki fell asleep leaned against her. He was so tired as he leaned into her. There was always so much on his mind. The god hardly ever slept well either. He seemed content rested against his friend though. Once he awoke he looked around and rubbed his eyes. At least he felt and looked a bit more rested than he had earlier.
She smiled softly as he woke up and tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear.
“Good morning,” she greeted. “You look much better, my friend. Do you feel rested?” She knew well the weight of duty that rested on his shoulders. She felt it too.
“When was the last time you rested?” she asked him softy.
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Bucky observed Loki for a moment with a hint of sympathy in his blue eyes. He knew well what it felt like to be afraid to talk about the things he’d seen.
“Yeah,” it was the only thing he could think of to say for a moment. He just wanted to take all the horrible things they’d both experienced, put them in a box and light it on fire. Maybe then, they could be free of it all.
Loki seemed to be doing well with it… Maybe there was hope.
“But you talk about them now?”
Loki’s brow furrowed with a realisation. “No? No one’s asking. The people I see regularly don’t know who I am, and the agents that visit me every Sunday aren’t talkative. Thor never asked…. I would have fought and gladly died in one of the battles you fought. But I had to sit here and fret because my magic’s blocked. And I can’t be trusted.”
Suddenly he had said a lot.
Bucky just listened. Because he knew what it felt like to have a sudden need to say everything that had never been said.
“You can talk to me about it...” he offered, his eyes soft and blue and open. “If you want, of course.”
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She gave him a weak smile, still struggling to stay awake. “I…missed you.”
The healer arrived quickly, anyone who needed them at this hour was in dire straights.
She went to the guest room and stopped short. “Sif? Norns, what on in the Nine happened to her?” Eir demanded, going straight to her side.
“I missed you too,” he said softly, gently running his fingers through her hair.
When Eir showed up, he moved quickly out of her way. “I know not,” he admitted. “She appeared at my door in this condition. I sent for you right away.” Thor moved to the other side of the bed and sat on the edge, taking Sif’s hand as tears pricked at his eyes.
“I am so sorry,” he muttered, his voice weak. He wasn’t even sure if she heard him. This was all his fault. All his fault. Everything was all his fault.