drabble: witch. (marvel, loki)
witch.
marvel, loki
260 words
I have basically just been spewing Loki thoughts for the past 24 hours, so. HAVE SOME.
These are names.
When Loki is a son of Asgard, he is liesmith, because the word is unkind and does not disguise itself as something to be obtained. It catches up to him as he grows older: when there are more to hate, and more to use it against him in turn.
When he's younger, he is silvertongue, silver like Balder's hair and soft like the promise of teeth against skin. The word is more pleasant, and admirable. It fits him well: white lies and half-truths. He grows with that name. Far cleverer than his brothers, he will be content with silvertongue and not brave-- never something to be easily swallowed. Later, when Loki is not Odinson but not quite sure what else there is to be, she births monsters, and is lovely and vile for it. It's not her fault, but then, it is. She is not prepared to bow for anyone.
And centuries after, Asgard stops calling Loki much of anything besides traitor. There is no silvertongue left there; no mischief and no trickery, and no half-truths for Loki to twist. While not at fault for having birthed monsters, Asgard cannot leave him blameless for being one, and so for many years he finds himself in the middle of all the waters of his life and not quite able to reach a shore.
Therein is the first name he chooses for himself: witch. Silver turns to red, and there is nothing left besides his own catching sickness. A child of Laufey could dare to be called little else.
marvel, loki
260 words
I have basically just been spewing Loki thoughts for the past 24 hours, so. HAVE SOME.
These are names.
When Loki is a son of Asgard, he is liesmith, because the word is unkind and does not disguise itself as something to be obtained. It catches up to him as he grows older: when there are more to hate, and more to use it against him in turn.
When he's younger, he is silvertongue, silver like Balder's hair and soft like the promise of teeth against skin. The word is more pleasant, and admirable. It fits him well: white lies and half-truths. He grows with that name. Far cleverer than his brothers, he will be content with silvertongue and not brave-- never something to be easily swallowed. Later, when Loki is not Odinson but not quite sure what else there is to be, she births monsters, and is lovely and vile for it. It's not her fault, but then, it is. She is not prepared to bow for anyone.
And centuries after, Asgard stops calling Loki much of anything besides traitor. There is no silvertongue left there; no mischief and no trickery, and no half-truths for Loki to twist. While not at fault for having birthed monsters, Asgard cannot leave him blameless for being one, and so for many years he finds himself in the middle of all the waters of his life and not quite able to reach a shore.
Therein is the first name he chooses for himself: witch. Silver turns to red, and there is nothing left besides his own catching sickness. A child of Laufey could dare to be called little else.