Making sure you're not getting your godly ass killed!
[ is that any way to speak to your god and mentor... probably not, but right now, Stiles really couldn't care less. there is a dangerous quality to Loki's tone, a hiss that reminds him of all those action movies where there'd be rooms full of snakes, a dark room where nothing could be seen, and the only thing heard was the sound of hundreds of snakes, sliding over each other on the floor, hissing and rattling.
he can only hope that Loki moves when he lets the energy flow from his shields, light blinding everything around them for a moment as a blast of magic pulses out. ]
[ if it's not a way to speak to your mentor, it's definitely the way to speak to Loki.
there's a tension that holds the dark room, as if a single event could cause a downward spiral down into an explosion. there was a lot inside of Loki, and while he kept his more destructive impulses under lock and key, the smallest provocation was enough for possibility of explosion.
to Stiles' great luck, Loki does move. it's a slide to the side, an easy movement with the Seven League Boots on his feet. the insects coil around them, chattering in a mass of chaos.
when Loki looks at him there's a wildness to him that makes him look dangerous. ]
[ he allows himself one second to breathe out in relief when he sees that yes, Loki did move out of the way, though whatever relief is there burns out just as quickly as the energy he let loose, a flame without oxygen.
he fixes Loki with a Look, even as the expression on his... well. his friend's face, because that's what Loki is, among everything else — someone he cares about, someone he'd do just about anything for.
except let him succumb to everything that Loki kept bottled up inside him, a brewing storm ready to go out of control at any moment. ]
You think I don't know that? [ he breathes out heavily; using so much magic at once is taking its toll on him; he's not as used to it, doesn't live and breathe magic like those who have dealt with it all their lives. ]
I'm not helping you because I think it's heroic, I'm helping you because I care about you, though right now, I can't really tell why the hell I bother!
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➢ loki.
Making sure you're not getting your godly ass killed!
[ is that any way to speak to your god and mentor... probably not, but right now, Stiles really couldn't care less. there is a dangerous quality to Loki's tone, a hiss that reminds him of all those action movies where there'd be rooms full of snakes, a dark room where nothing could be seen, and the only thing heard was the sound of hundreds of snakes, sliding over each other on the floor, hissing and rattling.
he can only hope that Loki moves when he lets the energy flow from his shields, light blinding everything around them for a moment as a blast of magic pulses out. ]
no subject
there's a tension that holds the dark room, as if a single event could cause a downward spiral down into an explosion. there was a lot inside of Loki, and while he kept his more destructive impulses under lock and key, the smallest provocation was enough for possibility of explosion.
to Stiles' great luck, Loki does move. it's a slide to the side, an easy movement with the Seven League Boots on his feet. the insects coil around them, chattering in a mass of chaos.
when Loki looks at him there's a wildness to him that makes him look dangerous. ]
You're no hero.
no subject
he fixes Loki with a Look, even as the expression on his... well. his friend's face, because that's what Loki is, among everything else — someone he cares about, someone he'd do just about anything for.
except let him succumb to everything that Loki kept bottled up inside him, a brewing storm ready to go out of control at any moment. ]
You think I don't know that? [ he breathes out heavily; using so much magic at once is taking its toll on him; he's not as used to it, doesn't live and breathe magic like those who have dealt with it all their lives. ]
I'm not helping you because I think it's heroic, I'm helping you because I care about you, though right now, I can't really tell why the hell I bother!