Hvedrungr
(#31487781)
Level 25 Spiral
Familiar
Tricky Telescope
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
2.74 m
Wingspan
2.48 m
Weight
92.84 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Crystal
Crystal
Shamrock
Facet
Facet
Gold
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Spiral
Max Level
STR
115
AGI
8
DEF
10
QCK
66
INT
5
VIT
37
MND
5
Biography
H V E Ð R U N G R
Pronounced Haav-Thrun-ner | MCU Loki fandragon
(Not a lore dragon)
"What are you?"
"To define is to limit."
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Pronounced Haav-Thrun-ner | MCU Loki fandragon
(Not a lore dragon)
"What are you?"
"To define is to limit."
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
There was a face. Coming towards him through the distance, rising up through a blank white (blue starfire sunburst blinding) fog towards him. Looming huge and implacable, like a mountain given to walk. Skin the color of drying blood, and eyes like dead stars --
Is not the wake of my passing crimson with the blood of allies and enemies alike?
He's in love with Death, he's in love with Death, he'll kill everyone everyone everyone --
You exist only to serve. Your life will be a paving-stone beneath my feet on my way to destiny -- and so, for now, you will live.
"Just a precaution," that granite-grating voice said to him, chilling him down with dread (and the tiniest thrill of defiance, the knowledge kept secretly encysted in his heart, that in the end Loki would do what he thought best.) "To ensure that you remain focused on my task, and do not find yourself in the position of... reconsidering your loyalties."
"My lord," his own voice, dripping with honeyed sincerity, "I would not dream of betraying you."
"Indeed," and the face loomed before him now, one hand clenched in a fist around the bright teardrop gem held within, sputtering with blue fire, "you will not dream of it."
A bright spark leapt from his hand to Loki's head, and he seized and fell with his limbs twitching and clawing at nothing as the blue sunfire wrapped in a band around his head and burrowed inwards, burning like nettles, twisting his thoughts and devouring his memories until he forgot.
Forgot who. Forgot why.
And he'd stumbled out of the Tesseract-bright portal half-blind and half-sick, and he had everything he'd wanted, he was free and home and held power in his hands again, and yet all he could remember was the sick certainty that this new freedom was nothing more than an insidious lie.
Even now, he could remember the face but he could not remember the name, could not speak it, aloud or even in his thoughts. Trapped inside his own skin, he could not fight and could not flee and could not speak --
Your silver tongue is in need of tempering, Liesmith.
The dwarves had wanted him silenced, and taken steps with their bright needles and coarse thread to make it so. But they were not the only ones who had done so, were they?
Silver tongue turn to lead?
All who had known him --
Know your place!
All his life --
SILENCE!
Wished for nothing more than his silence --
I am listening, Loki.
He tore at the barrier, and it gave way with a suddenness that startled him. And on the far side, at last, he found his voice. "I am Loki," he cried, in a voice that shook from the rafters. "And neither man nor God will silence me!"
Is not the wake of my passing crimson with the blood of allies and enemies alike?
He's in love with Death, he's in love with Death, he'll kill everyone everyone everyone --
You exist only to serve. Your life will be a paving-stone beneath my feet on my way to destiny -- and so, for now, you will live.
"Just a precaution," that granite-grating voice said to him, chilling him down with dread (and the tiniest thrill of defiance, the knowledge kept secretly encysted in his heart, that in the end Loki would do what he thought best.) "To ensure that you remain focused on my task, and do not find yourself in the position of... reconsidering your loyalties."
"My lord," his own voice, dripping with honeyed sincerity, "I would not dream of betraying you."
"Indeed," and the face loomed before him now, one hand clenched in a fist around the bright teardrop gem held within, sputtering with blue fire, "you will not dream of it."
A bright spark leapt from his hand to Loki's head, and he seized and fell with his limbs twitching and clawing at nothing as the blue sunfire wrapped in a band around his head and burrowed inwards, burning like nettles, twisting his thoughts and devouring his memories until he forgot.
Forgot who. Forgot why.
And he'd stumbled out of the Tesseract-bright portal half-blind and half-sick, and he had everything he'd wanted, he was free and home and held power in his hands again, and yet all he could remember was the sick certainty that this new freedom was nothing more than an insidious lie.
Even now, he could remember the face but he could not remember the name, could not speak it, aloud or even in his thoughts. Trapped inside his own skin, he could not fight and could not flee and could not speak --
Your silver tongue is in need of tempering, Liesmith.
The dwarves had wanted him silenced, and taken steps with their bright needles and coarse thread to make it so. But they were not the only ones who had done so, were they?
Silver tongue turn to lead?
All who had known him --
Know your place!
All his life --
SILENCE!
Wished for nothing more than his silence --
I am listening, Loki.
He tore at the barrier, and it gave way with a suddenness that startled him. And on the far side, at last, he found his voice. "I am Loki," he cried, in a voice that shook from the rafters. "And neither man nor God will silence me!"
- A Villain State of Mind by Mikkeneko, Chapter 7
 ____"Yes, and I've been such a stellar ambassador of my race," Loki snapped, clearly agitated by the reminder. "I destroyed and I killed, just like giants always do. What else could one expect from a traitor cuckoo such as myself? I always, I always knew --" He cut himself off, biting his words into silence with bled-white force, but Charles followed the thought without effort. I always knew I was different, wrong in some way, and at last I finally know why. Trickster. Coward. Liar. Never wanted, never good enough for anyone. I fought for them with the only weapons I had, with feint and deception and guile, because nothing I could do would ever be good enough but to save the whole kingdom, make them safe forever. Because if I could kill all the monsters then maybe the monster inside me would die too.  ____"I do this because I believe that we can build nothing on foundations of hatred and violence," Xavier said. "I do this because I believe in giving humans not only a second chance, but a third, and a fourth, and however many chances it takes because in the end, reconciliation is the only true option. All other paths lead to no end, only an endless cycle of vengeance and pain. I'm not a hero, Fury, and I'm certainly not an Avenger. I'm not out for justice. I'm out for peace. "You and I both know about making the hard calls; and usually when people say they make the hard calls they are talking about deciding who will die." Xavier leaned across the table towards, him, his eyes bleak and his voice deadly serious. "But sometimes, the hard calls come in deciding who will live; those who will walk free under the open sun that you'd rather see dead or buried, those whose hand signed those papers and whose voice gave those orders. If the price for justice is too high, if claiming it will end in more chaos and retribution falling back on the heads of those under your car, then you must make your choice knowing that the voices of the slain call out for justice which you cannot answer. "Because they're dead, Director. You can't help them now no matter how much blood you spend. You can only help those who are still living." |
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____What had he expected? What did he think would happen, when he at last solved this horrific riddle and averted the catastrophe he had tried so many times, failed so many times, to quell? Had he expected praise? Did he really think that the heavens would open, that Odin and Thor would come down and congratulate himself for his heroics, assure him that at last he was worthy? Did he really think that everything would just return to the way it was in that lost, distant time - that he could walk back into Avengers Mansion to the friendly hails of his teammates? That he would wake in the morning entwined in Tony's arms and the past twenty-two years would be naught but a bad dream? That everything would be fine, everyone would be alive and happy and together and have cake? Did he really think there would be no consequences? It doesn't have to be this way, of course. Loki can always return to the Void, his sweetest lover, and start again. Reset time again, do the whole thing over. Tony will forget everything - all the lies, all the recriminations and betrayals - and they can start again. Next time he will be more careful, lie better, cover his tracks more thoroughly. Next time, Tony need never know... Except - this is the first time, the first time he has ever been able to succeed. In every other timeline he has failed, again and again, until a cold poison seed in his heart doubted that he ever could succeed. In this incarnation alone has he been able to best Thanos, to destroy the Chitauri and spare the fate of the billions of lives that reside in the Great Tree. Is he really willing to risk that, to risk, everything, just so that Tony won't be mad at him any more? Perhaps it says more than anything else about Loki's heart, his sick shameful weakened heart, that it takes him a long time to find the answer to that question. No. [...] Tears. Why are there tears? He has triumphed. He is a hero, even if no one else will ever know. He has won. There is no more reason to weep. He has no reason to feel despair. |
- Name pronunciation stolen from Jotunheiney
- Original bio template by Mibella
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