Posts tagged ‘Loki’

Photos on my wall.

Loki stared at the photographs. He had the walls of his bedroom covered with them. His brows furrowed and he knelt on his bed to look more closely at one picture. It was of Paul and him.

They were at a playground. Paul was smiling brightly. Loki had his arm thrown over Paul’s shoulders, his mouth open in silent laughter. They looked so happy – like brothers.

Suddenly tears welled in his eyes. “Why can’t I remember?” he whispered, touching the photograph. How could he forget so completely? His gaze moved over the other photographs. They were all the same: his family members during happier times. His aunts and uncles, his cousins and yet, now… it was like his wall was covered with photographs of strangers.

The Ties That Bind

Prompt: I have daughters and I have sons

Loki looked over at Paul and frowned slightly. In a very real way, they were cousins. Yet, he couldn’t seem to remember when they’d been a family. He looked at his mother. Her brothers and sisters were coming together again. Although none of the children remembered each other, their parents did.

“Are we still a family, if we can’t remember each other?” he asked, his brows drawn together over his eyes.

“Come here, sweetie,” his mother said. When he stepped over to him, she took his hands in hers. “Our mother was the one who brought us into this world, just as we brought each of you into this world. She’s the tie that binds this family together.”

“As long as we remember her, we’re a family,” his uncle said, his voice soft. “No matter what, we’ll never forget her. We’re her sons and daughters, after all. And… you never forget your parents.” He looked over at his own son and added, “Not really.”

Dawn’s Light

Prompt: almost gold, almost amber, almost light

Loki woke earlier than everyone else. It was becoming normal now, for him to spend the first few hours of the day in quiet solitude, while he waited for the rest of household to stir. He slipped outside and settled down on the porch.

The sun was just beginning to brighten the horizon. The clouds were stained yellow and orange. That same color seemed to tinge the twilight scenery around their home. This was Loki’s favorite time of day: when everything seemed as if it were being renewed.

Sometimes, the dawn gave everything this golden color, other times it was pink or red or purple. However it looked, the time before it was really light out was one of the most peaceful for Loki. He could feel his power growing as the light did. A faint smile touched his lips. If the Fates were kind, things would never change. However, Loki knew all too well, that the Fates were never kind.

gloomy anthropoid apes

Loki scampered over the grass, leaving Mom and Paul well behind him. He skidded to a stop in front of the lounging gryphon. It blinked large green eyes at him. Some part of him said the eyes should be golden. Snowy owls had golden eyes.

“Yori?” he breathed, reaching out to smooth the feathers between the large green eyes that seemed so very out of place.

The gryphon chirped. Then, Loki’s fingers brushed his head. The moment he touched the soft feathers, he could hear the gryphon’s thoughts. “Loki,” Yori said into his mind. “It’s good to see you doing well. Leif’s been worried about you.”

“Leif,” Loki said, frowning. A face rose, unbidden, into his mind. A serious boy with white hair and slanted blue eyes. “My… elder brother.” He chuckled wryly. “He’s got good reason to worry. I was attacked a couple years ago – lost my memories. I’m better now, though.”

Yori looked troubled. “Physically,” he spoke into Loki’s mind, “but you’ve never been in greater danger. Are you going to be all right?”

Grimacing, Loki nodded. “I’ll be fine,” he said. “We underestimated him once. That won’t happen again.” A smirk graced his features and he added, “He’s only human, Yori. We, on the other hand, are quite a bit more.”

the cobweb of family secrets

Paul came careening into the room. “Professor,” he called, “there – there, in the school yard…” he was pointing and stammering, but couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“I wish you’d call me Mother,” she said, frowning slightly. Loki shrugged and shook his head. “Paul, calm down and tell me what’s wrong.”

“Gryphon,” he squeaked.

Loki’s brows furrowed and he stood up. Peering into the school yard, he could see the gryphon. It was snowy white with dark gray markings – stripes on its tail; streaks and spots on its body. “I… know him,” he said, struggling with the memory for a moment. In a softer voice, he added, “From before.”

“Before the incident?” Paul said, his brows furrowing. He shook his head. “Wouldn’t he be familiar to me too, then?”

Loki shook his head. Looking back at Paul and Mom, he said, “I know him from before I was born.”

a longing pervades the world

“What happened?” he said, shaking his head. Looking into her eyes, he caught her hands. “Mom, what are we?”

His mother sighed. “Spirits,” she said, her voice faint. “We’re elemental spirits that were born into this world.” Her brows furrowed. “You have a brother and cousins, but… you’ve forgotten them. You bearly remembered me, right after it happened.”

“What?” Loki said, shaking his head. “What happened and why?”

“You were attacked and… he tried to take something from you,” his mother said. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. Shaking her head, she added, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“What did he want?”

She gave him a weak smile. “The same thing that so many people in this world want, my dear,” she said, smoothing his hair. “He wanted power and, in his mind, you had that power. He tried to take it from you and… we had to go into hiding.”

“What happens now?” Loki asked.

“Now?” she answered, shaking her head. “Now, there’s no reason to hide. He’s found us. We need to be together to face him. We’re going to gather as a family – your cousins, aunts and uncles and… your brother and father. They’ll all be there.”

Loki nodded. At last, he would get what he wanted: answers.

the haunting riddle of the self

Loki stood in the top of a tree, staring down at the ground. For some reason, this felt familiar. He’d done this before. In his mind, he could see a boy with messy brown hair smiling at him from below. “Sindri,” he breathed.

He shook the thought away. Who was he? What was he? He needed to know – to understand. He was positive now that the boy he was remembering and the uncle he’d dreamed about were important clues. Only one person might have the answers to his mystery, however.

He sighed and hopped down from the tree. Moments later, he was running again. He needed to talk to his mother. Hopefully, when he told her what had happened at the school, she’d finally answer his questions.

He is not something he is imagining

Loki ran for all he was worth. He didn’t know why the men were chasing him. He was just a normal boy. There was no reason and yet… that didn’t seem to stop them.

He stumbled to a stop as he nearly ran into one of the stranger. Then took a quick step back. He was trembling and panting. How had they gotten in front of him? Hands clamped down on his arm. Loki cried out.

There was a flash of light. Loki spun away as the hands released him. His eyes were wide in shock, as he took in the scene around him. The men that were chasing him were all lying on the ground, unconscious.

“Did I… I did that?” he breathed. He spun and ran away. He was in shock. Whatever he was, he wasn’t a normal boy!

In the night sky

Loki stared up at the sky – at the stars. He knew, from school, that the light he saw from them had left those stars so long ago most people weren’t even alive on this world at the time. He also knew, now, that he wasn’t most people.

Part of him wanted to be angry at his mother for keeping everything a secret from him. However, she’d been trying to protect him. Now that the truth was out, none of them was safe. He sighed and turned to go back inside. He wasn’t going to find answers staring up at the stars.

A poem can begin with a lie

Loki was remembering things. They were only hazy images – like the man from his dream. He hugged his books to his chest as he walked through the corridor. Every time he asked his mother about them, she’s tell him it was just a dream. He shouldn’t worry about it, she said. The problem was: he couldn’t shake the feeling that the hazy, half-remembered images weren’t just figments of his imagination.