Loki

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“He stared up at the ceiling, the vaults angular and shimmering like fractals of a snowflake, each embedded with blue orbs that gave off light but in heat. The walls of the banquet hall looked as though they had been once dripping water that had been frozen midstream, with scenes from Alfheim’s history carved around their bases. How furious the artists would be, Loki thought, if the climate suddenly changed and all their hard work melted. It almost made him want to set a fire.” — Loki, book by Mackenzi Lee. ————————————————————————- Loki stared at the fire that engulfed his hand. No damage was done—it was his own magic, his creation, his wonder. He moved his hand around a little bit, delighted how the flames seemed to push around in order to be in his vision, on top of his hand where he could seem them. He glanced up. The frozen palace seemed so majestic, so beautiful. He raises his fire-encircled hand, matching it with the exterior designs. With a grin set upon his face, he approached the palace like he was the king of the Ice Elves himself, with such sashay. He stopped a few feet away from the intimidating palace. He looked around—no guards were to be seen, surprisingly, and he had gotten outside with ease. “Loki?” he heard his brother call. His grin faded. Thor would come and ruin it all. He liked the suspense, but he would have to do it now, before his brother could stop him. He stretched out his hand, leaning in a little bit. His hand hit the wall. To Loki’s delight, it grew off his hand and went up like ivy on an old stone wall. He took a few steps back, admiring his masterpiece. By the time his brother had come out, he was furious, quite clearly. Screams and shrieks of surprise and orders were heard inside the palace, and a few groups of people flooded out. Everyone was too panicked to look around, and notice Loki. “Loki!” his brother yelled. It was amusing to Loki how red his brother’s face was. “What have you done?” his brother began to come closer, hammer clutched in his hand. The fire spread further, and the beautiful ice palace melted. Pools of water snaked out from the blaze, and nearly reached Loki. Wall by wall, the ice palace and everything inside it was burned. “Look, my brother!” Loki exclaimed, beginning to laugh. “Don’t you see? They think we don’t deserve the Norn Stones. Well, I’ve showed them!” Loki’s laugh made Thor even more livid. “You’re done for, Loki!” his brother yelled once more, but he had stopped walking towards him. “What do you think Father will do? He will ban you to Midgard! Just like Amora!” The words seemed to burn a hole in Loki’s heart, but he continued to laugh. He raised his arms in triumph. ————————————————————————— end of fiction >:D