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PSL - Dark Heart of Sunnydale
Aug. 18th, 2012 12:01 amWho : Loki Laufeyson and Vamp!Willow Rosenberg
What: By accident, Loki lands not in Asgard with Thor but in a Sunnydale perverted by Cordelia's wish. Then he meets Willow. It's not pretty.
Where: Sunnydale, 2 am. A cemetary (of course)
He lands in a blaze of light and power, chained and gagged but defiant still. Shaken by the travel, he rests for a moment, expecting at any moment to hear the clump of heavy boots. Instead he hears... Nothing. Loki lifts his head.
It's night and he kneels in what appears to be a cemetary, aged headstones and tombs rising from the green grass like wights. It's comfortable in tempreture, quiet and he is alone. Or so it seems. Rising, Loki lifts his hand to his gag and unclips it from his face.
Where was he? Where was Thor and where was the Tesseract? He turns, taking in his surroundings when his sharp hearing catches the sound of movement.
Alone and unarmed, he knows it's a bad idea to stand in the open, so Loki steps back, intending to slip behind an illusing, but no magic rises to his fingers, only a faint stirring of power, distant and tired. Whatever had happened, it seemed to have drained him dry.
Clenching his fist, Loki scowls and turns towards the advancing sound. Weak he may be, he will not cower. He was Loki. He was King.
What: By accident, Loki lands not in Asgard with Thor but in a Sunnydale perverted by Cordelia's wish. Then he meets Willow. It's not pretty.
Where: Sunnydale, 2 am. A cemetary (of course)
He lands in a blaze of light and power, chained and gagged but defiant still. Shaken by the travel, he rests for a moment, expecting at any moment to hear the clump of heavy boots. Instead he hears... Nothing. Loki lifts his head.
It's night and he kneels in what appears to be a cemetary, aged headstones and tombs rising from the green grass like wights. It's comfortable in tempreture, quiet and he is alone. Or so it seems. Rising, Loki lifts his hand to his gag and unclips it from his face.
Where was he? Where was Thor and where was the Tesseract? He turns, taking in his surroundings when his sharp hearing catches the sound of movement.
Alone and unarmed, he knows it's a bad idea to stand in the open, so Loki steps back, intending to slip behind an illusing, but no magic rises to his fingers, only a faint stirring of power, distant and tired. Whatever had happened, it seemed to have drained him dry.
Clenching his fist, Loki scowls and turns towards the advancing sound. Weak he may be, he will not cower. He was Loki. He was King.
