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*very shyly puts ✧ in the inbox and hides under a blankie* :x

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

The goddess merely chuckles at herself and quickly dries the dampness from her eyes. “My apologies, dear. I am just so so happy and proud. I remember when we first met, you held such fear. Such anxiety, and what parts of your personal life you’ve shared with me broke my heart into thousands of pieces. But you have become so strong, Loki, not just physically. You seem to be finding more peace internally during our guided meditations… And everytime you smile, I delight in it like the sun rays.”

Loki nods with a soft half-smile.

       “Those who survive must learn pliancy; they must bend and
        adapt as a tree branch wick with a fresh green center, or risk snapping.
        I have sought healing for this reason … thank you for noticing
        my labors.”  

(P2)”Dearest Loki, you honor me with this beautiful reveal and intimate knowledge. I thank you for sharing such with me, as I know it must’ve taken you great courage and strength to do so.” The affectionate motherly goddess slowly and gently embraces her adopted son and hugs him for a brief moment. When she pulls away, her dark chocolate eyes shine with unshed tears but she’s still smiling happily. “I am so very proud of you, dear.”

  Loki frowns at Kali’s words, not because they offend him,
but because he is trying to capture eternally the sensation
of being PRAISED for wearing his true skin.  Even Thor, for
all his ultimate acceptance, recoiled the first time he saw Loki
in his Jotun form. 

On long nights plagued with insomnia, the Trickster’s thoughts
sometimes wander to contemplation of how Frigga might have
reacted.  But then he remembers his mother saw him in his
real skin, the night Odin brought him home from the field of
battle in Jotunheim’s snowcapped fields.  And she chose
never to reveal Odin’s secret. 

Even Frigga.

         “Please do not weep,” he implores, all but sheepishly.  

(P1) Kali blinked and she was now gazing at his azure face, gasping with delight. She beamed brightly, looking him over with fascination and swelling pride. “My word, your skin would make any Indigo Racer jealous of your beauty, darling.” She cooed. The goddess looked down curiously and her index fingertip lightly brushed some of the raised skin. “These ridged markings remind of the extremely rare but regal Dragon Snake.” She noted…

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(P2)”But you look nothing like them, are you not part Aesir? I recall you mentioned your mother, Frigga, but was Odin not the Allfather?” But just when Kali spoke, the obvious realization dawned on her and she visibly blushed from utter embarrassment, recoiling from her own ignorance. “Oh, I see… Forgive me, my dear Loki. That was terribly out of line for me to ask something so personal.” She murmurs quietly with a bowed head.

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         “Merely a prolonged enchantment, Kali, set in place by me
          in infancy, in imitation of he whom I called father, who took
          the liberty–eheh, one of many–to make the outward appearance
          permanent. Lucky for him, I was born a talented shapeshifter.”

Loki now sits before the goddess in true form, 
more composed than he was outside in the heat,
trusting of her enlightened impartiality. 

A wan smile.

         “Well?” 

The lamia listens and absorbs the knowledge; her mind examines the details of every sentence. “I see. That’s a shame; under peaceful circumstances, it sounds like the Aesir and Jotun-race could have formed a great alliance, sharing their technological & magical knowledge. But alas, it is no secret that kings, chiefs, and commanders would opt for war, as it is more profitable for their greed.” Kali sighs. She purses her lips at an odd thought though…(P1)

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Even though he says nothing, Kali can sense he was uncomfortable still. She says nothing as she draws curtains to a close, away from prying or nosey individuals. “That should keep the sun’s harsh rays at bay.” She muses with a nod. She then glides back to sit next to him, listening. “Jotun… Forgive my gaps of knowledge, but enlighten me further to this bloodline? I have heard only small pieces of history regarding them. They are something like arctic-dwelling folk?”

        “Darkness-dwelling creatures, immense, the hue of an ocean 
          trench, with eyes like blood, red from one corner to the other in
          order to banish the glare of snow in an otherwise dim land.  Low
          body heat, but not cold-blooded: adaptable to most environments,
          once a civilization as ‘sophisticated,’ whatever that means, as 
          Asgard, with masterful magically infused technologies, forced in
          the wake of Bor and Odin’s many assaults into pre-industrial
          conditions.  Yet culturally they thrive, with their own language,
          their own written and oral histories, and their own social hierarchy,
          once far more matrilineal than it is now. War erodes progressive
          thinking, I suppose.” 

The lamia swiftly rises from her spot and nods. “Aye, no trouble at all, dear.” Kali brushes her clothes off from the excess blades of grass clinging to her garments before following the Trickster back inside the palace. Once inside a cooler chamber, the serpent goddess slithered over to a nearby water basin she had set aside. Once she had soaked a cloth in the cold water, she wrung out the excess before handing it to Loki. “1000 apologies, love. I had no idea you were so sensitive to the heat.”

         “I fear it’s my Jotun blood that betrays me; there are days I
          can manage inclement heat and days I cannot.  Do not burden
          yourself.” 

Loki, having followed Kali inside, makes quick work of
the moist towel.  He would fling off every inch of his
thick exoskeleton of leather and metal armor, had decorum
permitted it, but now that he is King of Asgard, he daren’t
risk the appearance of dishevelment to a kingdom that
already does not pay him deserved respect.  

Now with summer in full swing, Kali has naturally taken to being outside far more often. Her serpent body laid sprawled out carelessly in the lush grass, her hair was undone, forming an inky black halo around her head. While she greedily absorbs the sun’s hot rays like precious air, she has noticed Loki didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm for the season’s heated weather. “Loki? Are you well? If being outside in this heat is too much, we can move inside,” she asked, her voice hinted with concern.

           “If it is not terribly troublesome, I do intend to move inside,”
            the Trickster God confesses. 

A sheen of sweat covers his forehead, though he has only
been outside the past five minutes, reclusive in the shade.