Wondertwinc wants commentary on: “Oh yes, I see why you are his,” he whispered not unlike a man admiring a work of art. Belle could only think about remembering to breathe deep and slow. He tilted his head, his dark hair brushing his shoulders. His voice, velvety and intimate wrapped around her like a ribbon, “What are you, I wonder?”
Belle had not the presence of mind to answer, so fallen beneath whatever spell his voice was casting. But as luck would have it, she did not need to.
Two warm hands rested on Belle’s shoulders from behind, “She is mine.”
The heat of a presence both powerful and ancient pressed at her back, and Belle’s eyes slid closed in gratefulness. Sighing softly, she resisted the urge to lean back into the welcome warmth.
Rumpelstiltskin held her gently but firm, his touch searing through the simple fabric of her dress. His thumbs created circles behind her shoulders, deliberately careful movements.“Loki, you little shit” was my catchphrase writing this entire godforsaken chapter. I kept wanting to GO GO GO, and had to repeatedly force myself to slow down. I was so excited by the idea that my enthusiasm almost washed Belle out at first! I didn’t think it would ever work.
I like this moment because this was kind of my ODE TO FAMOUS VILLAINS. Most villains, but Loki especially, have a superiority complex, but that never works with Belle. Things like that just cease to exist when they come into contact with her. She wasn’t so much intimidated by another magical being as she was curious about another as powerful, or moreso, than Rumpelstiltskin. This is a guy who just appeared in the Dark One’s dining room, and for Belle, as someone who’s always heard the rumors about Rumpelstiltskin and how powerful his magic is, it floors her a little bit.
Likewise, Loki doesn’t care for humans. I mean, that’s canon. It’s not that he’s attracted to Belle here, not even a little bit. If anything, he’s baffled. He feels like he’s missing something. What would Rumpelstiltskin want with a human? Especially a non-magical one. I think Loki, as confident as he appears, is more wary than Belle is. He figures that she’s being kept around for a reason because of some talent like shape-shifting or something. She could be a banshee that sucks out souls, for all he knows.
Either way, he definitely knows that she’s (supposedly) serving some kind of purpose there, otherwise Rumple wouldn’t keep her around. His line of thinking is very black and white on that subject. If Rumpelstiltskin’s weakness is feeling too much, Loki’s is not understanding HOW to feel, much less WHAT to feel. He just knows intimidate and conquer.
This story, but specifically this chapter made me realize how important authenticity is. If I can’t hear a character say words or see them doing things, I can’t write it because it would be dishonest. I’m a pretty straightforward person, myself, so if I can be convinced, I’m fairly certain most people can. With Loki, part of slowing down my writing really helped me to hear and see things he would say and do, and I think that really made this successful.
There’s actually another moment somewhere in this story where Belle is carrying a tea tray, and I had to force myself to take a deep breath and just thought, “Steady.” I was saying it both to myself and Belle. It was pretty awesome, because it was a defining moment for me as a writer.
There was a kind of blooper reel outside of this chapter, about what would happen if Thor showed up looking for Loki and he befriended Belle because he’d heard things Loki had said about her. It was pretty funny. I know it definitely involved them drinking, with Thor regaling Belle of stories of hard-won fights and adventures. He joked a lot about her size, too.
Tracks
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Imagine my excitement when I found out that the only venomous snake in Norway is the common viper, which uses cytotoxin. Which means necrosis. Oh yeaaaaaah. 8D
I need to stop drawing Loki with rotted skin.
My dash is perfect.
this might be my favorite thing ever
(Source: dontdisthesonic)
The Punishment of Loki - James Doyle Penrose
“This woman regularly comes in contact with wounds that would make even the hardest of hearts and senses and stomachs faint,” she says heatedly, her voice almost as hot as the temperature of the water. “I am a healer of Asgard. I have put intestines back into the middles of men and I have sawed off their limbs when they could not be saved, often with the men awake during such a process. I have wandered through battlefields to find the barely living and breathe life back into them, and mourned them when I could not. I have let blood cool and dry on my hands without repulsion. I have done this all without hesitation or weakness. I am not sensitive, and if you think me to be then you’re a fool.”
From Discrete part one.
what does this have to do with loki
Brad you listen to me and you listen to me carefully you need to get the fuck out while you still can
favourite mythical ladies — sigyn, the maiden who brings victory, mourning mother, serpent’s spoiler, underestimated one
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Her arms tremble and her body aches, but she holds the bowl steady. The rocks on the cave floor cut into her bare feet, but she holds the bowl steady. The poison falls on her hands instead of the bowl and she cringes as the skin burns with a faint hiss, but she holds the bowl steady. The dried blood of her sons stains the hem of her dress and in the dim light she can see the chains made from Narvi’s entrails which bind her husband, but she holds the bowl steady, even when grief threatens to overtake her.
Some will ask why do she does not simply kill the snake. Why she does not free her husband from his torment, instead of simply standing above him and holding a bowl.
They do not know that Odin’s will is not so easy to beat as all that. It will take time. Fortunately, she has plenty of it now. They do not know that she did this to protect her husband as much as she could, until she finds a way to break his bindings and free him—free them both—from the cave.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Loki speaks to her sometimes, begs her to leave, but she does not give in. She has made her choice, and she made it willingly. With the blood still warm underneath her feet and on her hands, she turned her back on Odin and Asgard itself, told the All-Father no when he told her to come away from her husband. She chose to stay with her husband instead of the people who stood by and watched as Odin murdered her sons and bound their father with their own insides.
They call Loki the monster, the traitor of Asgard, and turn a blind eye to the traitors in their own midst.
It was an easy choice to make, in the end. And one day, Odin All-Father and the rest will regret the choices they’ve made.
But for now, she holds the bowl steady.
(Source: einmyrias)
