I am your Master of Mischief, your God.


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I was a God banished to this forsaken land. To keep sane I stay away from people. I keep myself with the dead in fact. I take on as a lowly Midgardian and work in a Morgue as a matter of fact. I still have Frost Giant blood in my veins so keeping myself locked away with deceased mortals in an ice box helps keep my madness down.

((This is a Blog for Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief and Lies. This blog does involve NSFW if it indeed gets to that point. This is new so no one really knows, he shall develop.))

Evil again

Loki’s eyes were cold and menacing, his soul disappeared for a moment. His lips became rough and his skin became sweaty with perspiration. A strong, evil laughter arose from his throat as he gripped his staff. His horns appeared and he was back in his armour as he walked down the streets of Midgard.




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    She gave a cry when she heard the headboard slamming against the wall. Hope wrapped her arms around his waist, grunting...
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