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It was a far-cry from Loki's actual home upon Asgard, one that he had left behind some time ago. The Penthouse atop the skyscraper in the city was in fact quite the stark opposite. It fit the modern era, this was no longer the times for dark Gothic designs in castles upon the ground. No longer did such things seems to exist on midgard any longer. It was a bit of a pity. Nothing stuck fear upon entering like a stone statue or head on a pike. Oh well. Now his home was the talk of envy. The front walls were merely high resistance glass, letting the light in upon all hours.

The floors were black ebony hard wood, The furniture matched steel and glass that supported the structure in dark green fabric and colored glass table tops. The book selves built into the wall held tomes older then the planet, Older then him. In lost languages an current novels. Though not exactly mosts idea of current. Not that he really changed anything that was in the apartment when he acquired it. It was, for the longest time, just Loki that lived there. An not even that really. It felt empty, he'd felt like a ghost in his own living space. Ironic, as lavish it was. As many things he had there. It was empty.

Many night's the Trickster God would find himself on the roof top patio over looking the city. It wasn't like his sleep was peaceful, in fact it was a rarity if he slept at all. With a mind as twisted an evil, no wonder. Though he found himself growing more and more accustomed to the nightmares. None the less did they lessen in their effectiveness. There was a pool around the side of the structure behind a privacy fence, but it was never used. It was just apart of the design.

Loki wasn't wearing a lot, just a pair of black pants made from a soft fabric. His chest was bare, save from the few faint scars of pale blue from fights a long time ago. He looked up through the clear glass portion of the roof over the large living room, the lights pervading though from the sun was but bright. He would quickly glanced from the brightness of it. Judging from its location in the sky, perhaps it was three maybe fourish in the afternoon. Not that it mattered to him. No one would tell him to wake. No one was here. Just him. He cared not where Amora was, in fact she was probably off doing what ever it was that she did. Not that he cared. If she needed him, she could contact him. Wither or not he would show was a matter all upon its own.

With a flick of his wrist, Loki called the stereo in the living room to life. To play whatever neo-classical cd was in the tray at the time. He cared not for which, there were several that rotated out with one another after the other finished. Yes, he had learned to use some of the devices that he wished to during the long time spent upon this wretched rock. Loki stretched as he padded barefoot across the floor, not bothering with changing for the time being. There were no plans just yet, no intentions for other actions other then just this.

It was not yet time to act, certain events had yet to properly fall into alignment. Until then he could do nothing but wait, scheme, and plot his next move.

For now his next move was stretching across the length of the black leather sofa. Easily kicking off one of the dark green throw pillows across the length of the room as he did so. He bu lazied across the couch for the time being. His hands under his head as he gazed at the glass ceiling, observing the sky.
Nothing of interest, but it would do for the time being.

Maybe an hour or so passed, when he finally sat up from his lounging spot. The music but had rotated to then next disc. It was of little consequence. The thin god turned, placing his feet once again on the floor. Facing the glass front coffee table, he leaned forward upon the glass for a moment before he laid his arm across the table, palm down, Loki's for arm was but covered in scars, faint blue ones at that. It was but a moment later that he materialized one of the uru daggers he was so fond of slinging with precision into the throats of foes. And began to draw lines across his arm. drawing crimson.

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<sup>Amora had easily settled into the new living arrangements, well as easily as one could expect when her roommate was Loki. The subsequent time their reunion and her settling into the flat had proven just how much the God of Chaos had changed. While God of Chaos he certainly remained to be, he was much than that now. She had sensed it in the cafe and the longer she spent with him, the more and more she saw it. He was filled with revenge and bitterness, a volume of which Amora had never seen nor felt from another being in her long life and of which she was attempting, even currently to understand. She had no trouble understanding his convoluted sleep schedule—she would sometimes awake in the night and spot him perched on the balcony. She knew he did not sleep as well as he used to, even though after her nightly awaking she could usually fall back asleep quite easily after she had retrieved a drink or by merely turning over. She did not know the full story behind his disrupted slumber, but she never asked and though she was certain he knew she had seen him on occasion, he had never offered her an answer. That was fine with her, she could handle him keeping that secret for the time being, though she did wish to inquire. She could let him have that and it took no adjustment as it was a state that just was.

It was his hatred and stark change of persona that took the most adjustment, so while Loki was roaming his living space, Amora was relaxing in her own way, having had need to separate herself from the lavish apartment whose very space felt chill in the temperament of its owner. Amora was walking the streets of New York, eyes sharp for any threat, yet even with the possibility of meeting one of those irritating clones, she could find some peace.

It was not that she couldn’t understand the reasons behind Loki’s rage—they were blatant, obvious, and completely correct in the feelings they elicited—it was the change they had caused in her friend that jolted her. There were times that Amora wondered if she was truly looking into the face of the same Loki. The transformation had been a large one. Loki had gone from a cunning trickster to the cold and cruel God of Evil she now knew him to be. She could accept that, but it was taking time to truly get used to and thus Amora had needed her time.

She had foregone manipulating mortals and had just wandered, taking no measures to fit into the mortals’ fashions. She was decked out in the gear she had often crossed Asgard in: the ringed stockings and her boots; the emerald costume that clung to her curves. She had no need to disguise herself during those hours as she paced in the more abandoned parts of the city. She had taken to walking the uninhabited streets because she had no need to be interrupted in her thoughts, nor she was in the mood for such distractions and any who had thought to do such would have been met with her own rage. No she needed this respite as with every tick with the sun towards the opposite horizon of its rising, she found more and more comfort in knowing who the God she shared quarters with had become. She missed the Loki she had known, but she had just as fully realized this could happen. It had happened and with her mind fortified just a little more, she made the decision to go back to the flat. It was much past noon as she stopped walking and within the same instant any trace of her standing amongst the haunted buildings was gone.

When Amora appeared back in the apartment, the sunlight from overhead glinting off her headdress, she was not surprised to see Loki still lounging around in sleepwear. She was not even surprised to hear the notes of the neo-classical song that was playing on the stereo fading, he had taken quite a liking to that type of music and it was usually not unpleasant to listen to. What she had not been expecting, however was to find him bearing his arm on the coffee table, using one of his favorite knives to carve into this arm.

She gasped in horror and it was an instinctual reaction that she rushed forward and snatched the blade, its tip crimson and dripping from its use, from his fingers. She clutched it closely to her chest and stared intensely at Loki.

“What are you doing?”</sup>

[/color] She demanded. “And why are you doing it?”[/color] She had seen the thin scarring of his arms, she had her suspicions, but she had never asked. She had tried to let him have his privacy—what she didn’t know she didn’t have to deal with and as until then, when she saw the cause herself, she had also not been told he enjoyed carving his arm in his freetime, she felt it was unimportant, but now she was met with this. Her conclusions were correct and she had just one question.

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Loki merely glanced up at Amora when she appeared in the room before continuing what he was doing. Regardless of the look of disgust and shock on her face. In his arrogance he assumed that she would not do a dam thing about what he was doing. It was but boredom. Though it was not, it was the only thing he could really feel any more. as hollow as he had become, it was but a confirmation that he was still here. That he could still feel. So many times he had traded blows with people, and felt not any of it. Those who could do damage to his from were now fewer and far in between.

When Amora abruptly snatched it away, he didn't make movement to strike her down for it. Merely once again glanced at her, staring her straight in the eyes with an expression void. He materialized another in his hand before her.

Within seconds of its appearance, he slammed it into the back of his hand with enough force to cut through the glass as well without it shattering. He barely grit his teeth and inhaled sharply at it. Before he pulled his hand from the table, the blade still piercing the flesh and muscle. Loki raised his now blood soaked hand to her.

"Care to take this one as well?" he offered in a sarcastic tone, Answering her question with a Question.

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<sup>She had been a mite upset when he’d clearly seen her enter the room and didn’t stop. Loki was not a creature of shame very often, but he didn’t even offer an explanation. She saw his gaze flicker to her and then just as easy it returned to his arm and the blade in his hand as returned to carving his arm. That had been what had incited her to action. She hadn’t in that moment cared if he would lash out at for it. She didn’t even give it a thought as she strode forward and took the blade.

Her ire and frustration grew when even with the blade in her hand he offered no words to her. His expressionless stare that seemed to see right through her, tilted her mood even lower. Amora’s mouth downturned and then he had the gall to take a step further. She had been hoping, though she would have taken the anger, that he would snap at her for stealing the blade, but no. Her lips turned down in a frown, her eyes grew hard, and her knuckles turned white against as she gripped the handle of the blade in her hand when he simply summoned another to his fingers. The curses she screamed in her head that were quickly falling to her lips grew and grew and she opened her mouth to snap at him in the stead of him granting her the treatment.

Yet all her words fled her mind and her expression blanched as he embedded the blade through the skin and sinew of his hand. She heard it pierce the glass, even. Her features twitched and it was clear she was revolted, but at his challenge, her eyes flashed. With a flick of her wrist she threw the knife she held to the side. It flew to strike the wall with a sharp noise and remained pinioned there.

She walked forward and leaned down to stare into his face, and matched his tone in a low hiss. “And if I said yes?”</sup>

[/color] She wrapped her fingers around the knife sticking from his hand and without mercy she wrenched it from his hand. “You wish to try that again?”[/color] She challenged.[/sup][/blockquote]

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Loki Stood after she pulled the blade from his hand issued the challenge, Which was exactly how he took it. Though he would take it several steps further. It was almost that the expression upon his face shifted from the blankness to a quick rise of anger. From which he snatched hold of her jaw with his warm blood soaked hand. The other but took hold of the hand that still hold the blade she had just removed. His grip over her hand was going to prevent her from dropping the blade. It was vice-like.

There was little space between their bodies. He forced her hand to become level with his heart, the tip of the blade slowly burying into his dense flesh. This was not a battle that she would no win. Though he was not exactly winning either. Should Amora try and back away, he would but close the gap until they were backed to a wall. Had she not known of what she was getting into?

"Amora"

He hissed lowly, leaning further into the blade.

"What did you think would come of such actions?"

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<sup>Amora straightened as he stood, face unreadable but taut. She could sense the abrupt shift in the air just as easily as she could witness his face transform; what was once void and emotionless ignited in rage that filled the irises of his green eyes until to Amora they flashed, like the grasp of his hand. She had shifted to step back, aware of his fury, but his fingers were quicker. She cringed at the mixture of the blood coating his hands and the feeling of his finger tips digging into her jaw. She glared back into his eyes, however, even as her jaw tightened against the strong clasp around her hand which still gripped the bloodied knife.

She attempted to fight his strength as he tried to raise the knife, letting out high-pitched grunts of frustration as she failed. She couldn’t pull away from his hand, holding her in vice which kept them close. She glanced down from his face to where he was moving her hand further and further into the flesh over his heart. The blade drew more crimson and became further stained and newly wet.

“Loki.”</sup>

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Her eyes snapped to his. She attempted to tilt her head and returned his tone with a scathing mutter of her own. She was searching for a way, any way, out of this. She remembered all that Frigga had told her, but were her words correct? Was it true that Loki’s fate would not include death until Ragnarok, no matter the damage done to him? She saw the blade slide further into his breast from her periphery and wondered at the lack of pain that marred his face. It was that and not the blood that smeared her face nor coated her blade and ran from his chest that made her quiver, and his rage was made her heart quicken. Yet just as rage grew in him, it blossomed in her as well.

How could he be so recklessly and court death? Even if he could not die, she did not wish to hurt him. She sneered at him and tried again to wrench her hand from his and when that didn’t work, she snapped her head to the side to release it from his grip. “Well I was hoping you’d stop this recklessness. What are you gaining?”[/color] She demanded tried to pull away again. “Let go, Loki.”[/color] And she did step back, it was the only action she could attempt.

“Let go.”[/color] She hissed. "What do you think is going come of this?"[/color][/sup][/blockquote]

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Loki but snatched her throat when she broke the grip he held on her jaw. His hand lashing out like a snake leading into a second strike. Grasping her throat this time with his bloody hand. It was not that there was a lack of pain but he disregarded it, ignored it, pushed it back to the far reaches of his disturbed mind. He leaned further into the blade, letting it pierce fully. There was a minute hiss of pain that crossed his lips. Yet he still stood, he still drew breathe, even though his body started to struggle to maintain its life, waxing back and forth from death and life. Neither submitting to the other.

"What is going to come from this?" He spoke rhetorically through the blood that flowed slightly from his lips. " Merely that it does not matter what Is done to me, And that... That nothing can be done to stop this, Stop what ever I wish to do. " His grip on her neck tightened. He had told her not to interfere with whatever he was doing. This was going to be her only warning. "Did I not tell you not to step between. Did I?" His voice was calm, it never raised or lowered, but it carried insanity just as his eyes held.

Though it had proven a point to himself. That it would still involve pain. That such damage was still possible. Though the results differed greatly. His grip on her throat and hand became but lax from the light-headedness that set in. If anything he could test his limits like this. An there it was, a felling akin to being drugged as the loss of equilibrium set in.

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<sup>She snarled when his fingers entwined over her throat. Anger was the first emotion that spread like a fire through her veins. Her lips curled up and her eyes narrowed into an expression not concerned in beauty, but in rage and all the ugliness it could breed. She was so busy trying to press back the red that flew over her vision and called for her own physical reaction that she did not notice his coming nearer, impaling himself further with any of the shock and concern she had held before. Instead her hand not occupied by the blade rose and she dug her nails into the wrist of his hand about her neck, embedding her fingertips into his skin with a vicious glare. Everything was bathed in crimson.

How dare he order her body! How dare he tell her what to do! Her breathing was harsh, chest heaving as she took in his words. Only the sight of the blood marring his lips brought her senses back for but a moment. Her own lips parted to speak, but they were lost a moment as his hold grew firmer and she choked in a small, whimper that turned into a bark of frustration. The very moment his grip went slack on her she pulled back and pushed him back from her. Her head screamed that deserved to be light-headed, he deserved the blade that pulsed with the beat of his heart. He deserved all the pain and more. She was half a mind to bring him more pain, his threats be damned, but she held herself at bay. Fingers now balling at her sides. She felt her fingernails now digging into her own palms. It was that sting that kept her grounded.

“I promised,”</sup>

[/color] she spoke slow and soft, but her tone was cold as frosted steel. “I gave my word that I would not interfere with your plans for Ragnarok. But as for you and this…this senseless, marring of your own body, you better believe I will interfere, God of Chaos.”[/color] She took a step towards him, watching the dazed expression that accompanied the pain set in, the loss of blood came full circle. Yet as angry as her tone was, to stare into his face to see the crimson that dyed his lips and the quiver of his own knife as it vibrated with his heart, all the rage bled from her body. Tears misted her eyes. “Loki,”[/color] she raised her hands towards him and cupped his face with one. The other wrapped around the blade in chest. Her mouth quivered and she swallowed. She tried to hide the pain of worry and the distress on her face, but knew she failed. She looked into his green eyes.

“Do I take it out?”[/color] She asked him. She afraid to. What if he did die? What had she allowed him to do? What had he done to himself?[/sup][/blockquote]

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Loki swayed slightly as he listened to her defensive yet sarcastic retort. What matter was it to her of what he did to himself? He was not harming her. Why should it matter. He could feel his heart beating faster in his chest, only successfully pumping more blood from his system in a ditch effort to make up for the lack of it. How strange the mechanics of it all. He did not recall when his head was severed at the neck it hurting this much.

He jerked his head back from her hand in one smooth motion, though the speed of it had been enough to start a migraine. He cared not for her worry. "Leave it He hissed lowly as he turned his back to her. She could keep her worry, there was no need for it. Loki knew that he was one of the few true Immortal being now. Though he wished to push it to its extent. How far could he go with a knife in his heart. Knowing that most would instantly drop dead from it yet he was still standing. Though not for much Longer.

He made a move to step forward but collapsed under his own weight of his blood drained body, catching himself on his hands. Before reaching for the blade with a bit of a cross of a whimper and a hiss to remove it. Each pull at it hurt now, more then it had before. He didn't have the strength to pull it out and keep himself off the floor at this moment.

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<sup>Amora retracted her hands from his person when he jerked away. She was still angry with and angry at herself. She felt as if she had allowed this to happen. She should have fought back harder, but remembering the determination he’d had to continue, the fury he’d held for her interference…It was quite irritating and she felt as she had been slapped by his hand more than his words. What matter was it to her? What matter was it to her about anything he did, but in times prior when she had interrupted his life to provide a form of help, had he cared then? No. What matter was it? It was a matter to her because she actually cared. The multiation was only a temporary fix, it wouldn’t last. He could hurt himself as much as he wanted, it would do nothing to make him feel better in the long run. And she cared because she knew that, knew it wouldn’t do him any good to do it, and she didn’t know what to do. He had been forced into this mindset by circumstance. It wasn’t fair.

But he didn’t have to care for her worry. In that moment, she cared not for his refusal. She was concerned for him and he didn’t have to like it. It was her emotions, her choice. He didn’t have to like it. So when he stumbled to the ground, Amora rushed wasted no time to re-think her actions. She rushed to his side and joined him on the floor, using her knees to support her. She watched his face and movements, teeth catching her lip when he reached to remove the blade himself. Her expression pinched in agony. Did she help him pull it out or not? She swiped his hand away and used the fact that he was weakened to push him over.

Scurrying closer to his side, she again found her hands around the handle of the blade. She stared him in the face. “What do I have to do,”</sup>

[/color] she grit her teeth as attempted to free the knife from his chest, “to make you realize that I don’t care how monstrous you think you are, or how cruel you act, I will still care for you?”[/color] She took a breath and wiggled the blade. She knew it would cause him pain, but he had wanted it out. If he wanted it out, she would remove it. “You don’t have a choice in the matter, millennia of your friendship will not be destroyed because you have a dark purpose.”[/color] The blade loosened more and more. “But you listen. You will not tell me what to feel and not to feel, Loki. I care and will deal with it.”[/color] She knew now he wouldn’t die. It was truth, but it pained her to remove the blade as it was extracted, centimeter by centimeter with her movement.[/sup][/blockquote]

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Loki had not expected her to just push him over and take control of the situation. though he should have expected it. This was her pay back for his action probably. He felt his body arch when she pulled at the blade. It hurt, he did not retort to her just yet. The pan was too much at the moment. Though his words would know doubt bite at her, there was nothing that he could logically say. Nothing that logically rose in retort that was not down right vile.


"I never told you what to feel"[=009c06] He growled out, He had only told her not to interfere with that he wished to do with himself. [/color]

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<sup>To cause him pain caused pain to erupt in her chest, but she pulled the knife out anyway. Part of it, she admitted was revenge. To cause him an agony in retribution for the one she felt at not only having her concern cast aside, but at having been forced to do this by him in the first place. She stared down at him from her perch at his side as she let the knife fall from her fingers to the floor. At first her gaze was concerned, but it hardened quickly and became unreadable.

“Really? It certainly felt like it.”</sup>

[/color] She told him levelly. “I will not stop your plans for Ragnarok, but I never gave my word that I would sit idly by and allow you to hurt yourself, and why do you do it?”[/color] She searched his face. “Because you feel nothing otherwise?”[/color] She sighed and sat back. “That is a problem of which a solution escapes me. But it is senseless harm you doing to yourself, what you forced me to do. Just because you cannot die does not mean you need to continuously tempt it.”[/color] She grit her jaw and glared away a moment before getting to her feet.

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