Round 5
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Welcome to norsekink .
Keep up the awesome, folks.
Attention: Spoiler policy is now in place. For more information, go here.
NOTE: We've noticed that some of the prompts being posted have Thor characters only making cameos or not featured at all. We realize that Thor is closely involved in the Avengers, but we're requesting that any ( Read more... )
Loki always made a point to spend the Eve of All Hallows on Midgard. It was the sort of festival he could enjoy; on that night the mortals celebrated sorcery and indulged mischief and even dabbled in trickery, and, for himself, he wouldn’t pass up the candy option now and then either. And it was a night that it didn’t really matter what form he wore-the more outrageous, the better. So one could say that he was not, in fact, a n00b to Halloween, and he should not have been as taken aback as he was by what happened when he made his annual visit in 2011. The year of his dear brother’s motion picture triumph (Loki had spent several days after the first showings contemplating how to most effectively make his point to the filmmakers, and settled on a letter outlining every particular in which their production was horrible and wrong. Printed on paper ensorcelled to explode violently when the last page had been read. Then he had discovered his own new and growing fanbase and settled for paper that would give the reader a terrible headache and blue skin for a week. Fair was fair, after all.)
So, to return to the main line of the narrative, he walked along the dusky suburban sidewalk (In the form of… well, he had decided this year to borrow Hela’s visage in honor of the fashion for the undead of late among mortals. He was rewarded with many appreciative words and shrieks. It was a “good costume,” apparently.) And he should not have been surprised at what he saw approaching him on that sidewalk, kicking through the brown, fallen leaves. A too-familiar silhouette, although that was mainly the effect of the horns, because the body was not entirely similar to his accustomed one. It appeared that a teenaged-or-slightly-older girl had fashioned a Loki costume. And decided to wear it for Halloween. She even wielded a… what appeared to be an old shower curtain rod painted gold and topped with a cardboard spearhead to resemble a filmmaker’s idiotic vision of Gungnir. Huh.
As he watched, the girl was met by a group of friends.
“So why did you do that for your costume this year?” asked another, who was painted with extraordinary amounts of white glittery makeup. “It’s not like Loki’s scary.”
Loki knew someone whose house was going to get egged. If they were lucky, he would not be able to find a ruhk egg at this time of year. If they were very lucky, it would not be full of nearly hatched ruhk when it landed on their roof. Ruhk could be very protective of their young.
“Scarier than your costume,” pointed out a ghost, one arm emerging from the sheet, attached to a bottle of booze that it took a swig from. Through the sheet.
“What do you mean? Anything that sparkles this much was not meant to be.”
They all nodded, and Loki moved on. But it made him wonder, and he spent the rest of the night magicking himself into various places, wanting to know just how many mortals had decided to be Loki for Halloween this year.
From what he could tell, the number was slightly smaller than the profusion of Michael Jackson zombies, but still there was a formidable turnout. He supposed he would take this as a compliment. And, while many of his imitators had simply bought a shoddily constructed version of what he had been seen to wear in Thor’s movie, others had… interpreted him.
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Another was a buxom woman wearing a low-cut, skin-tight green satin dress with round gold decorations adorning her gleaming black hair.
There was likewise a man wearing a regrettable green-and-gold spandex bodysuit.
A few more had dressed in more or less accurate Norse garb, from kyrtill to spjarrar. He had to admit that his signature headgear looked odder with those costumes than any of the others.
After a while, he developed a rating system. The Lokis that passed muster were those that excelled not only in the quality of their costume’s construction and the thought that had gone into it (hand-embroidered runes along the hem? An extra point. When those runes did not actually have any meaning or significance or, in some cases, did not exist-well, all gains were cancelled) but also the wearer’s ability to appear both charming and crazy, appealing and perilous. (Of course, the child Loki got a pass on this. Being cute counted for a lot.) A few that night rated 8s or even 9s on his scale, and with whatever godly powers still remained to him, he granted them a bit of trickster luck, may it aid them in unexpected ways. But there were no 10s. Of course there were no 10s. He was the 10, the original, the far-superior Loki of whom all others could only be a pale shadow.
When he was nearly candy-sated for the night and had amused himself thoroughly with his Loki-spotting game, he found one more. Dressed all in green and black, this one was apparently drunk, and locked in a deep kiss with… another somewhat larger human… in red and silver.
He narrowed his eyes.
He couldn’t quite make himself look away. You could almost mistake them, if you tilted your head to one side and squinted.
Interesting, he thought. Trick and treat all in the same package.
He wondered how much Thor knew about Halloween.
He supposed it was time to find out.
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And being cute counts for a whole lot when you're kid Loki!
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Glad you liked this! :D
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Loki's characterisation in this is flawless and thoroughly believable, and the whole thing is a joy to read. I adore Of course, the child Loki got a pass on this. Being cute counted for a lot., but have an extra-special soft spot for When those runes did not actually have any meaning or significance or, in some cases, did not exist-well, all gains were cancelled. WIN.
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