half-moon metallic + black
O.O
the best!!
This is going to be my Halloween costume. I need someone to be Bill Nye and someone to be Carmen Sandiego, and we’ll be all set.
MISS FRIZZLE! this woman shaped my childhood, for real.
for loki.
He turned to darkness for solace. Madness was blinding. Hysterical indifference was akin to keeping the cover of night over his eyes; easy, natural, painless. He did not want to look at his feelings, he did not want to have them— not a single one of them. Not his deep loyalty for Asgard, shattered, now; nor his scorching desire to make his father proud, gone, leaving the blackest of holes in its place. Least of all did Loki wish to turn to the sorrow and regret and love for his brother. Thor had been the only one who had never doubted him, even when Loki doubted himself. Thor was a fool, a blind fool—but could Loki fault him that, now that he was the same? No, no, Loki would only ever love his brother, because his brother was the only part of his life he could grasp, could say with absolute certainty was not a lie. Lie-smith, trickster, they called him. Oh, but hadn’t he been the victim here? Those titles were not his, they better belonged to Odin.
He would not hurt, not anymore. If madness was the only opium that would numb his soul, so be it. They never trusted him to be anything more than this anyway. If a small voice that sounded suspiciously like his brothers whispered he could prove them wrong, he ignored it. Loki had never been strong enough, and Thor was a fool.
