Tell me one thing I don't know about Loki.

He had been told not to, he knows, but he has to.

He moves quietly along the corridor and puts his ear to the door. All he hears is B's breathing. He opens the door and quickly enters, closing the door quietly behind him.

Bartleby lays on the bed asleep. Loki moves and sits in a chair next to the bed.

"B," he says quietly.

It's another night and another alley. He's sitting on the filthy cement, his back against a hard brick wall. His ass--or what would be an ass on a normal person--is freezing. He pulls his jacket tighter around him and lays his head back, resting it against the hard bricks ( Read more... )

Loki missed David ( Read more... )

*Wisconsin is cold. Not just cold, it's fucking cold. Loki has been just walking the streets for about a week or so. He sleeps where he can. Right now he is sitting in the back pew of a church. There is an old spanish woman about 5 pews up from him. He can hear her mumbling to God to save her dying grandchild's life. And he wants to go to her and ( Read more... )

*Loki wakes from his Nightmare. He is covered in sweat and the covers are tangled and wet. He is crying. It take shim a moment to realize it didn't actually happen. But, God, it felt so real.

He wipes his face and disentangles himself from the sticky covers. He pulls them off the bed to be washed and he goes and gets into the shower.

He cries

*Charlie had told him that Bartleby was in Purgatory. Loki wanted to go after him. He wanted to help. He couldn't. He was useless. Always useless. To Everyone.*

*Loki leads Parry by the hand, kissing him all the while, to his bedroom. He pulls him inside and closes the door*

You ok?

*He had laid there, holding David for hours, thinking about how much he loved him and how much he would hurt if David left him. He knew that eventually, David would. Everyone leaves him eventually. Or does he just drive them away?

When he awoke again later, David was gone. He threw on some jeans and a red t-shirt. No socks. No shoes. And heads

It’s bright. Although there are no windows, and no doors, once Loki has shuffled inside, it’s blindingly bright. The light seems to be coming from the air itself, and from the three figures ranged in front of him, naked, genderless, and beautiful. The one at the centre speaks. Its voice is as clear as a bell ( Read more... )