The Unlucky Traveller

truebaldersbeard: I’m just in love with this panel

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 08:00:02 +0200

I’m just in love with this panel

joannaestep: Loki/Balder There stands the Mistletoe slender and...

Tue, 07 Aug 2012 16:00:38 +0200

Loki/Balder

There stands the Mistletoe slender and delicate, blooming high above the ground. Out of this shoot, so slender to look on, there shall grow a harmful fateful shaft.

The Mistletoe struck Balder and pierced him through and through, and he fell down dead. And that was the greatest misfortune that ever befell gods and men.

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Sigh, this turned into less of a “stabbing” and more of a “dear Balder, you seem to have a tree growing out of your chest, let me just get that for you.”

Dedicated to thirdsonofasgard and xpermafrost, because I get so much enjoyment out of their antics.

“The warrior’s rest” - rough sketch

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 20:41:00 +0200

“The warrior’s rest” - rough sketch

idontthreaten: equineexcellence: That is not an answer. Do not call me ignorant when I’m merely...

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 00:32:52 +0200

idontthreaten:

equineexcellence:

That is not an answer. Do not call me ignorant when I’m merely choosing not to believe your lies. This constant hostility between us is counter-productive, and you know it.

Counter-productive? Counter-productive is you questioning my ever move! You know me well enough to know that I do not move forward without plans. I suppose, however, if it would shut you up, I shall reveal some of my plans.

This is a conversation I will only have with you in person.

Yes, I do know you have plans at all times; all I ask is to be made aware of them, and not to be treated like a clueless pawn. I gave you my allegiance, I want for you to succeed.

Very well.

idontthreaten: equineexcellence: Enough with the lies; it’s not like you could care less if I were...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 21:18:04 +0200

idontthreaten:

equineexcellence:

Enough with the lies; it’s not like you could care less if I were in danger or not.

What are you planning?

You ignorant animal.

That is not an answer. Do not call me ignorant when I’m merely choosing not to believe your lies. This constant hostility between us is counter-productive, and you know it.

idontthreaten: equineexcellence: To me it just sounds like you’re trying to safeguard your...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 21:15:31 +0200

idontthreaten:

equineexcellence:

To me it just sounds like you’re trying to safeguard your dignity; if you truly have a plan, then disclose it to me.

I have told you what you need to know. Anything more would put you in danger.

Enough with the lies; it’s not like you could care less if I were in danger or not.
What are you planning?

idontthreaten: equineexcellence: That was a crucial part of my plan all along, you foolish...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 21:07:50 +0200

idontthreaten:

equineexcellence:

That was a crucial part of my plan all along, you foolish god.

And now you’ve jeopardised everything; do you think he won’t find your wretched spawn wherever they are should he be inclined to strike you where it hurts the most?

I have jeopardized nothing. This too is part of the plan. Do you really think me so naive and reckless? Every thing I do has a purpose.

To me it just sounds like you’re trying to safeguard your dignity; if you truly have a plan, then disclose it to me.

idontthreaten: equineexcellence: You lie. And you know it. You treat most like disposable pawns;...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 20:46:51 +0200

idontthreaten:

equineexcellence:

You lie. And you know it. You treat most like disposable pawns; you’ve no care for what is yours unless there is sentiment. Would you really go as far as letting him command you just to protect a possession?

Don’t take me for a fool, Loki.

You must take our son away from all this.

That was a crucial part of my plan all along, you foolish god.
And now you’ve jeopardised everything; do you think he won’t find your wretched spawn wherever they are should he be inclined to strike you where it hurts the most?

idontthreaten: equineexcellence: I told you once before; your threats do not intimidate me. I will...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 20:25:28 +0200

idontthreaten:

equineexcellence:

I told you once before; your threats do not intimidate me. I will choose whichever words I please.

Tell me you’ve a plan, and that you didn’t jeopardise everything we were working on because of your sentiment towards your wife.

THERE IS NO SENTIMENT! I merely guard what is mine.

You lie. And you know it. You treat most like disposable pawns; you’ve no care for what is yours unless there is sentiment. Would you really go as far as letting him command you just to protect a possession?
Don’t take me for a fool, Loki.

idontthreaten: equineexcellence: … Sentiment. Choose your words carefully. In this form, I can...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 20:14:00 +0200

idontthreaten:

equineexcellence:

… Sentiment.

Choose your words carefully. In this form, I can easily destroy you.

I told you once before; your threats do not intimidate me. I will choose whichever words I please.

Tell me you’ve a plan, and that you didn’t jeopardise everything we were working on because of your sentiment towards your wife.

idontthreaten: equineexcellence: …That’s … sooner than I thought. Has he made contact with you, or...

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 20:10:33 +0200

idontthreaten:

equineexcellence:

…That’s … sooner than I thought. Has he made contact with you, or do you know via other means?

He commands me in return for ignoring my wife.

… Sentiment.

idontthreaten: equineexcellence replied to your post: I’ve yet to have contact with the lady...

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 00:37:59 +0200

idontthreaten:

equineexcellence replied to your post: I’ve yet to have contact with the lady Daenerys. She’s difficult to find.

If that is your wish, then I will desist. What else would you have me do?

No. We do need her. Just…it is not a pressing matter. He is here.

…That’s … sooner than I thought. Has he made contact with you, or do you know via other means?

“Do you want the truth or something beautiful?” -...

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 17:09:00 +0200

“Do you want the truth or something beautiful?” - rough sketch

Human Svadilfari - quick colour study

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 16:42:00 +0200

Human Svadilfari - quick colour study

Begrudging Loyalty // Loki {deceitfultrickery} and Svadilfari {equineexcellence}

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 16:16:50 +0200

deceitfultrickery:

equineexcellence:

It had been a few days since he’d last approached the scheming liesmith, and frankly it hadn’t been all too pleasant, given the century-old grudge the stallion bore in his chest against the god of mischief; it ever festered, consuming his entrails and filling his mouth and nostrils with the bitter taste of venomous bile, clouding his mind and heart with a whirlwind of rage. It consumed every waking moment of his existence with loathing and regret, and the stallion felt it was only getting worse despite the considerable lapse of time.

He had to ask himself why he kept trying to make contact with him despite the simmering ire that surged in his throat whenever he lay eyes on him; closure, perhaps? There was something about that fateful, nefarious night that eluded his knowledge, something about Loki and the circumstances in which they had conceived Sleipnir that wasn’t quite clear. There were questions that floated across the pool of his mind, at times tipping to the surface, begging to be asked, but he tried to the best of his abilities to ignore them, for asking Loki for the plain truth seemed like a paradox; besides, he wasn’t inclined to believe anything that slipped past the liesmith’s treacherous lips. So it was with a heavy heart and a mind rumbling with confusion, like a gathering storm, that the former stallion sought to convene with Loki Laufeyson, and easily infiltrated his dwellings in that form that was far less conspicuous than that of an overgrown stallion; one of the very few perks of being a humanoid.

The day had been an utter disaster in every way, and the God could not imagine how it could possibly get any worse, in truth. Cursed by magic that he was still attempting to get an upper hand on, his lips had been cruelly sewn shut and enchanted: to cut the threads meant more pain, and they would grow back thicker than before, something he had found out at the hands of Thanos in what was possibly the worst manner possibly. Then there had been Fandral, with words to wound, and all of it was simply an enormous mess that had pushed Loki to the point in which he was a quivering mess of blood after having attempted to claw the threads out of his abused, bloody lips.

To no avail, of course. The threads were there until his time was up, and hopefully none saw it fit to extend the time. So the liar had curled himself into the furthest corner of his dark room, face hidden from all of the world. His body had not stopped trembling, the pain was constant, and his mind was hazy and lost. Yet even lost as he was, he could still feel that all was Not Quite Right. Something wicked this way comes, a voice whispered somewhere within the corridors of his twisted, shredded mind. He could feel a presence, a presence that was truly the last presence he ever wanted to feel in the state that he was in, and yet he could do nothing but reach out with his mind in the likely vain hope that he would be listened to, although he knew that to be pointless. No one ever listened to him.

“GET OUT.”

As soon as he stepped into the darkened room, a foul, potent stench of blood, both fresh and dried, stung his nostrils; something definitely was not right, and what was worse was that he recognised the smell as belonging to none other than the master of those chambers himself, Loki. He carefully trod closer to the source of the offending odour, all keen senses alert to pick up on any sign of danger, as faint as it may have been; as he waded through the gloomy darkness in search for the liesmith, he suddenly sensed a strong wave of pain and uneasiness. One of Svadilfari’s lesser known qualities was, in fact, a form empathy, a sixth sense of sorts, something that he rarely willingly used, for he would much rather keep the world around him behind the closed, solid doors of indifference.

But that wasn’t all; the feeling intensified until the stallion himself felt the crushing weight of the agony Loki was feeling, a storm plagued by currents of despair and humiliation that constantly lashed at his chest, and a voice reached his ears, grating, piercing, laced with excruciating, horrifying torment and utter hopelessness; it screamed without a sound, rippling into his mind like a shock of current. The stallion almost backed up, but as soon as he recognised the voice he abandoned the idea of a retreat, so he gritted his teeth and sought the wretched form of the crouching miser. “Loki, what happened to you?” it was barely a whisper, low and hoarse, meant to avoid startling; it was stern, but cautious, and within moments the former equine was kneeling besides the agonising god, the overpowering darkness of the room shielding his concern from view.

Begrudging Loyalty // Loki {deceitfultrickery} and Svadilfari {equineexcellence}

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 14:53:22 +0200

It had been a few days since he’d last approached the scheming liesmith, and frankly it hadn’t been all too pleasant, given the century-old grudge the stallion bore in his chest against the god of mischief; it ever festered, consuming his entrails and filling his mouth and nostrils with the bitter taste of venomous bile, clouding his mind and heart with a whirlwind of rage. It consumed every waking moment of his existence with loathing and regret, and the stallion felt it was only getting worse despite the considerable lapse of time.

He had to ask himself why he kept trying to make contact with him despite the simmering ire that surged in his throat whenever he lay eyes on him; closure, perhaps? There was something about that fateful, nefarious night that eluded his knowledge, something about Loki and the circumstances in which they had conceived Sleipnir that wasn’t quite clear. There were questions that floated across the pool of his mind, at times tipping to the surface, begging to be asked, but he tried to the best of his abilities to ignore them, for asking Loki for the plain truth seemed like a paradox; besides, he wasn’t inclined to believe anything that slipped past the liesmith’s treacherous lips. So it was with a heavy heart and a mind rumbling with confusion, like a gathering storm, that the former stallion sought to convene with Loki Laufeyson, and easily infiltrated his dwellings in that form that was far less conspicuous than that of an overgrown stallion; one of the very few perks of being a humanoid.

prince-laufeyson: equineexcellence reblogged your post: equineexcellence started following you...

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 14:41:00 +0200

prince-laufeyson:

equineexcellence reblogged your post: equineexcellence started following you “Hello,…

“I am the father of Sleipnir, Loki. I am Svadilfari the stallion.”

Loki pushed past the shock that tried to overtake his brain. “Svadilfari! What a surprise it is to see you. How have you been?”

“I am as I have always been, Loki.” the stallion replied stiffly, clearly not entirely pleased to see the trickster, especially not in this humiliating form. “Did you think you would never see me again?”

deceitfultrickery: equineexcellence: deceitfultrickery: ooc: I should probably start liking the...

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 14:35:04 +0200

deceitfultrickery:

equineexcellence:

deceitfultrickery:

ooc: I should probably start liking the threads…Maybe that would help…Or putting the posts in MS Word or I don’t even know.
Oooh. That would be very interesting. He’d probably be like “…this is pathetic.” [nooo. we’re all superb I REFUSE. siyoapeiouaiofjan]

ooc; that’s a good idea.Fact is, they should make it easy to track them. My threadlist works fine, it’s just a pain to compile, is all. xD
Svadilfari tends to be a grouch when it comes to Loki. So maybe he will scorn him. Or who knows, maybe he will take pity on him. Feels are a certainty.

[Not everyone is. If we all were, then there would be no superb by definition, just average ;D GIVE INTO IT ]

ooc: They really should… xD Too much of a pain to compile for me.
Welp, better get it started, since there’s only an hour left. Ehehehehe.
[Arrrgh FINE. FINE. LET ME LOVE YOU IN RETURN YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATURE]

ooc; KAY! Shall I start, then? I’m ready.

[LOVE ME LOVE ME ]

deceitfultrickery: ooc: I should probably start liking the threads…Maybe that would help…Or...

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 14:29:42 +0200

deceitfultrickery:

ooc: I should probably start liking the threads…Maybe that would help…Or putting the posts in MS Word or I don’t even know.
Oooh. That would be very interesting. He’d probably be like “…this is pathetic.” [nooo. we’re all superb I REFUSE. siyoapeiouaiofjan]

ooc; that’s a good idea.Fact is, they should make it easy to track them. My threadlist works fine, it’s just a pain to compile, is all. xD
Svadilfari tends to be a grouch when it comes to Loki. So maybe he will scorn him. Or who knows, maybe he will take pity on him. Feels are a certainty.

[Not everyone is. If we all were, then there would be no superb by definition, just average ;D GIVE INTO IT ]

deceitfultrickery: equineexcellence: deceitfultrickery: equineexcellence: deceitfultrickery...

Sat, 14 Jul 2012 14:14:16 +0200

deceitfultrickery:

equineexcellence:

deceitfultrickery:

equineexcellence:

deceitfultrickery replied to your post: ooc;

ooc: Hiiiiii.

ooc; HI THERE. :D Good morning or night, wherever you are.

ooc: MORNING! :D… I missed your horsey.

ooc; Aawww did you? I’ve been disssstracted with snakey c: but I am back to provide you with some horsey feels. <3 Would you like to start a para thread, when and if you have the time? I am aware of how busy Lokies get, what with their popularity and all (and of course your awesome-ness.)

ooc: I knooowww. XD I would never wish you to play a character when you’re enjoying another~ I always have time, although I often fail at keeping up, mostly because I am easily distracted and my dashboard moves so quickly. I’d start one now, but as you can see, Loki is not doing so well. Cursed Anon and Thanos may have sent him over the edge. [ooh, stop, don’t make me blush, love, everyone is awesome, I hope you meant.]

ooc; I know what you mean, I follow way too many people and my dash moves at the speed of lightning; it really isn’t ideal when I’m trying to keep up with threads, so I made a list of people I interact with but it took me ages to compile!
Would you like me to start, then, or wait until Loki is back to his former self? It could be interesting to see what Svadilfari may react to him being … well. Breaking down.
[shhh just let it happen. You’re a superb Loki.]