prince loki odinson

chapter two: clear skies

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 17:41:17 -0500

The girl’s face turned up toward mine then, cheeks hollow and lips blue from the loss of blood she’d endured throughout our tiring night. I saw a muddled confusion in her fearful expression.

Trigger Warning: NC-17 Rape/Violence. The next few installments are vicious and depict the darkest hours between Loki and Sonja. Proceed with caution.

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The Scarlet Letter // unsoundbelle

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 16:45:45 -0500

unsoundbelle:

As soon as the man’s voice and hand reached Belle she snapped her fingers to her chest, clutching the lapel of her coat while she took a few, cautious steps back. Already she was regretting her decision to offer assistance and wondered whether or not this was one of those men her fellow librarians had warned her of.

“I’m sorry, I—I just thought that you might need some help. I’ve slept on park benches too and it’s not fun, so I…” her voice trailed off as she took in the man’s features now that he was upright and awake. There was no denying that he was striking, with long, raven hair and an angular face. When his eyes met hers she was startled by the brightness of their emerald shade and had to force herself to snap her jaw shut.

“Do you need a place to stay for the night?” she finally asked, the maternal drive to help anything in need overpowering the red flags her instincts were putting up.

The question was not at all what Loki had expected. In fact, he was not sure what he should expect at all other than malice, so to be confronted with seeming kindness caused his heart to harden. But… there cannot always be hardness in the face of a solution that would bring him out of the wilderness; possibly into shelter fitting enough for a prince. With any luck, this mortal had no idea who he truly was. She appeared neutral though she reeled back and cowered in fear. His decision came swiftly when the pang of hunger swept through his abdomen and settled in a sharp knot below the ribs.

“I will repay you the debt,” Loki said, calculated and stern as he rose to his feet. This maiden would at least appreciate time spent unwittingly in the presence of a god. Loki would not deny her the pleasantries of housing him, nor of her subsequent “payment”.

kendosilverghost: Tony Stark and Pepper Potts exchange...

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 13:20:39 -0500

kendosilverghost:

Tony Stark and Pepper Potts exchange Valentine’s Day gifts!

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fripperiesandfobs: Dress, 1880 From the Musee du Costume et de...

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 12:59:43 -0500

fripperiesandfobs:

Dress, 1880

From the Musee du Costume et de la Dentelle

Considering that your hand is the only contraceptive we've ever needed, I'm glad to say that I have never heard of those. Though even you aren't foolproof...

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 12:55:16 -0500

Thank you for pointing out my weaknesses. Maybe I should get you a sponge… One of the double sided ones like in the kitchen. “Extra Strength”

collectivehistory: Contraceptive sponge, possibly English,...

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 12:44:18 -0500

collectivehistory:

Contraceptive sponge, possibly English, 1920-1960

Sponges were widely used as contraceptives in the 1800s and 1900s. They were used in conjunction with liquids thought to have spermicidal properties to kill sperm. These included quinine and olive oil. This marine sponge was held in cotton netting to aid its extraction. During the 1950s and 1960s, sponges were often advertised under ‘feminine hygiene’ rather than contraception as for some parts of society contraception was a taboo.

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The Scarlet Letter // princelokiodinson

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 20:55:56 -0500

theunsoundbelle:

A strong breeze had picked up by the time Belle exited the library, blasting her right in the face and sweeping long, brown waves of hair from her shoulders. Immediately shivers rolled through her body and she wrapped herself tightly within the white pea coat she wore, grateful that she had decided against wearing the skirt and tights that morning and instead chose the black slacks which now kept her warm. Locking up behind her, Belle hurried down the sidewalk and in the direction of home.

She knew that she could have hailed a taxi but, regardless of the weather, Belle was not one for confined spaces. If she had any say in the matter she would always choose the open air rather than those cramped metal vehicles this culture was so dependent upon. Despite her love of the outdoors, Belle still found herself longing for the warmth of her apartment and chose to take a shortcut through the city park rather than skirt around it and take twice as long making it to her complex.

At night the park—surrounded by tall hedges and trees that bent in the heavy winds—was ominous. Perhaps it was the instinctive fear of the dark and everything that went bump in the night, or the horror stories she’d heard since her arrival about the sorts of things that happened to women traveling alone; whatever it was, Belle held tightly onto her elbows as she scurried through the paths that would lead her through to the other side.

Then she stopped. On the park bench directly opposite the corner she’d just rounded lay a man curled in the fetal position. He did not appear cold as he slumbered, but Belle was still forcibly reminded of the year prior when she herself had taken refuge on a bench and half froze to death before a passing man of the law took pity on her. Shushing the whisper in the back of her mind to flee, Belle approached his sleeping form and gently shook his shoulder.

“Excuse me…do you need help?”

Loki was no stranger to the world of Men. He spent the better part of a year going through his conquest to take over their realm and raise it up as his own kingdom, free from the oppression he’d always suffered in Asgard. When the Avengers took down his regime and sent Loki to his imprisonment he discovered that the cell was not what he had expected. His punishment sent him back to the very place that wanted him least.

Midgard. In the middle of the same city he and his army all but destroyed at the bribery from an otherworldly being. The first mission to the forsaken planet had been just that: a mission. Now he was forced back - without his powers, and without any word of reprieve from punishment - until such a time when he either found death or a way out.

A voice cut through uneasy dreams, waking Loki to his aching shoulder pressed hard between the slats of a bench in a park near where he landed that morning. Blinking away sleep, he sat up and peered at a woman bent near his face.

“What are you doing?” he rasped, grogginess clingy to his vocal chords. His hand swatted hers away from where she held it on his shoulder and he rubbed his eyes, the bleariness of them taking time to dissipate after a night spent silently shedding tears for all of his tragedies.

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Mon, 11 Feb 2013 12:21:35 -0500

sonjaodinson: Ahhh yes, I forget that you aren’t one for roughing it…Have you lost the ability to...

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 12:10:00 -0500

sonjaodinson:

Ahhh yes, I forget that you aren’t one for roughing it…Have you lost the ability to hunt, my love? ;)

That is quite an assumption coming from a newly conformed housewife. I spend more time than I care to with your father, out on his week long treks through rivers and trees. Should I give you a head start when we set up our tent? You can have five minutes before I track you down in the woods and drag you back to make our dinner.

"There is no reason to suppose that most human beings are engaged in maximizing anything unless it be..."

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 12:07:43 -0500

“There is no reason to suppose that most human beings are engaged in maximizing anything unless it be unhappiness, and even this with incomplete success.”

- -Ronald Coase at his most awesomely dyspeptic.

Book Review: The Org - WSJ.com

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Mon, 11 Feb 2013 12:04:57 -0500

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cabinporn: Sod-roofed hut in Geiranger, Norway. Submitted...

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 11:58:58 -0500

cabinporn:

Sod-roofed hut in Geiranger, Norway.

Submitted by Laura Mattila.

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One of my favourites.

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 11:39:56 -0500

One of my favourites.

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