Have you ever thought that maybe
your whole is staged?
╭ Bit of a Warning ╮
Heavy Themes
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Loki's Game
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![Loki's Game [STORY]-[IC]Have you ever thought that maybe
[IC]your whole is staged?
[C]╭ Bit of a Warning ╮](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.vertvonline.info%2F7253%2Fd089973c072c5ec9a08d76c70662641b429b8423r1-490-800v2_hq.jpg)
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Nobody dared to make a noise, which left the entire room dead silent. Except for the soft whimper from Keith as he struggled to stand up, much less stay awake. He was weak. The poison was taking effect, though they did not for his rather amazing resilience. A temporary fix, sure, but it was far better than to instantly drop dead or unconscious. However, the poison was the least of his worries.
It was the frustration against the unfair world. His bottled anger of the unjust. The pangs of sorrow and utter defeat, knowing they- he- had been betrayed. It was too much, too painful.
“Why?” He said, though barely audible. His throat was desert-dry. He sounded just like an animal with more than a parched and abused throat. He sounded like one that had been through the trials of fire several times, that he saw death as a friend.
That, or of a person who had lost everything in one fell swoop.
“Why?” Keith asked again. “Please, tell me… this is all just a joke, right? It's just a joke, right… Oisín?” His face had been wet from the never-ending stream of tears. Tears that were evoked by this Greek tragedy.
The other occupant of the room, Oisín, made no such gesture as if to respond. His face, unmoved, as if it was made of ice just like his heart. Cold and unfeeling. Unbridled by what was before him. Apathetic. Empty, and numb.
“Oisín, please!” Keith said louder as he tried to stand up. His knees were numbed down by his weight, but the growing fury held more fire. “Answer me!” He called out to the blond person whom he once called… no, he still calls his best friend. His blood family. His only pillar.
“Honestly? I'm just tired.”
There, a response… it was just not what he was looking for, however. It was blasé, indifferent. This could not be his answer. Cannot be his reason.
“Of what?” Keith asked. “There's no way that it'll be something simple. What made you do this?”
Oisín looked at the helpless man before him dead in the eye. His sapphire eyes, once bright and shining, were dulled to a grey. It was as if it lost its sparkle. The will to move on. The strength that kept them alive. Now, it was but a shade of bluish-grey, dull and lifeless.
“Of pretending to be someone that I am not, Keith,” he spat. “It's the bitter truth, and I want you to accept it as that. Don't try to pursue any more answers- accept it as is, all right?”
The room felt heavy again with tension. Tension, which was thick enough that one could cut through it with a knife. Tension, that emanated between the two friends. Enemies. Whatever they were at the moment.
“What of our friendship!?” Keith cried out loud. “Was that all a lie?”
“No, it's not. It's just that-”
“Then what!? What other reason could there be that could… that could justify what you've done!? On what you're doing right now!?”
Right after he shouted, Keith doubled over from pain, forcing him down on the ground. He was back onto his knees. It felt awful, to kneel in front of someone. To be at the mercy of someone.
The raven haired youth bit back a sob. There were no more room for tears. This is the time to be dauntless… but was not crying a symbol of bravery?
There was a brief flash of emotions that went through Oisín, but he restrained himself. He stood his ground and watched Keith like that of a stranger.
“Our friendship does not change the fact that I am not good. You know that, don't you?”
Keith pursed his lips together. One shot. He only has one shot at this. “You don't have to do this, you know?”
“Why? Because it's immoral?” There was a sudden shift of emotions in his voice. One that was dangerous and should not be tampered with.
Before it could get any further, they were both met with a slow clapping that seemed to be like thunder. Then, from the shadows, there came out a well-dressed man that has an air of authority around him.
“My, how lucky they are.” He walked up to the pair with a sly grin on his face, which seemed to lit up from the sight of Keith in his helpless state. “To have as a good friend as you on their side. What can I say but bravo! Such a moving performance. You've done quite well, little deer!”
Keith growled as soon as he recognized the man. “Loki Hiddleston… what do you want!?”
He merely gave him a ing glance before ultimately give focus to Oisín. “Come, my apprentice, let us depart! The… cleaners… will be here, and I don't want you to get caught up by, hm, by mistake.”
Oisín looked back to Keith, who felt more than just betrayed, before nodding. “As you wish.”
With that said, the two left the weak man who was slowly succumbing to the poison without looking back. Without as much as a goodbye.
“Oisín?” Keith murmured while tears formed again. “Don't leave me…”
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Oisín thrashed his entire room without mercy and without pause. He threw away paper documents and tchotchkes off his desk, he punched and kicked every other surface that was unfortunate enough to meet his glare, and ripped anything that he could get a hold of. It was a whirlwind of disaster that occurred within his room.
Then, the adrenaline that kept him going dissipated, and now was forced onto his knees, much like Keith had been earlier.
The blond broke into a sob as he clutched his heart. There was no other way. No other option. If he were to disobey Loki, he would KILL them all. Friends… acquaintances… and Keith. His Keith.
“Follow my orders and I'll let them live!”
His words still echoed.
There was no escape.
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So we're supposed to write...
![Loki's Game [STORY]-[IC]Have you ever thought that maybe
[IC]your whole is staged?
[C]╭ Bit of a Warning ╮](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.vertvonline.info%2F7253%2F99256c5b1b59a9ca6ae5817404fffc13a984ce58r1-1080-700v2_hq.jpg)
And hey, 999 words is 1 word short of a thousand. It fits :smile_cat:
![Loki's Game [STORY]-[IC]Have you ever thought that maybe
[IC]your whole is staged?
[C]╭ Bit of a Warning ╮](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.vertvonline.info%2F7253%2F43e2b171018263100ee94d46794466e14b1a53d5r1-1080-1023v2_hq.jpg)
Oh, and this piece was inspired by a post on Pinterest. Gonna find it and put it here! :smiley_cat:
Comments (6)
Loki was Just like me being Misunderstood by the Norse Gods just Because he Throwed a Misiletoe on Baulder as a Joke
You see, it wasn't a joke. The whole thing was a plot of his; a mistletoe was the only thing that could kill Balder, and with Höđr being the blind god that he is, he became the perfect choice.
So, with Loki's deception, Höđr killed Balder with a mistletoe dart.
He's not as innocent as you think he is.
Wow this is amazing work! I love the intensity of it all, and the title is a perfect fit. Great job!
Thanks! I'm happy you find this amazing!!