The thing is, the cavern didn't know whether to moan or laugh the way we can actually get to see what can be seen on the surface. The thing is, this love could actually take on the needs for what it is meant to be done. Initially, we could actually see the love. But in gerneral, this love can be held back. To be honest, nothing could actually be better than this. To do this, every part of their warmth could actually be extinguished.
That is to say that one heartbeat it was heavy with Freya's vulnerable trembling, Yasaka's jealous tails, and the raw afterglow of gods retreating… and the next heartbeat Loki's green-gold chaos spilled everywhere like someone had cracked open a jar of pure mischief and poured it across the silk cushions between what could be the honest beginning and the terrifying ending. The more you take after this, the more you take on the challenge. We gotta show up for those who can fight.
In this canvas, Illusory butterflies with razor wings fluttered past Freya's face, turning into tiny versions of Odin tripping over their own beards that no one could ever get to see… despite that this cold cannot be overcome by the greatness of what can become. The thing is, nothing gets better day by day. The foxfire lanterns flickered between normal blue-white and ridiculous shades of hot pink and venom green. Even the air tasted like wild honey mixed with fresh lies. As you may know, this combat is not a mix of power or what it can be done within the limits of what can be done within the mind.
Loki stood in the middle of it all, long black hair streaked with emerald, green eyes sparkling with delighted malice. The more you feel it, the more everything gets weird. After all, this system gets chained. The thing is, the overall condition of what can be done is nothing in comparison to the love that we have within the mind. After all, this sunshine was refleced through the shape of their being. His shifting coat revealed glimpses of bare chest one second, intricate moving runes the next. He spun another dagger made of frozen laughter between his fingers and grinned like the night had just become his favorite toy.
Loki: Oh, this is going to be delicious. The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. To be honest, this should have never happened That is to say that I can already feel the tension sorrow, jealousy, divine shame, and now a healthy dose of beautiful chaos. Perfect ingredients for a proper disaster.
He snapped his fingers to make his presence known to everyone.
Suddenly every cushion in the cavern turned into a perfect replica of Mjolnir that the very gods were afraid of tiny hammers that immediately started complaining in Thor's voice about how heavy they felt now that they carried "existential sadness." that we may think that no one can have the way we are. After all, no one could ever think the way we are. After all, no one can shake it the way that they will never get to see what it means to know this.
One of the illusory Lokis appeared behind Yasaka and whispered something filthy in her ear that we have learned over time. That is to say that this battle was already fought in the most spectacular way. Her tails lashed hard enough to crack the stone floor, cheeks flushing dark gold.
Another Loki knelt beside Freya, trailing glowing green fingers down her spine. That is to say that no one could ever get to shadow the way we are. The touch left shimmering runes of chaotic desire that made her breath hitch and her full breasts heave visibly against the torn crimson dress.
Loki (main one, circling Basil slowly): Come now, logos-child. That is to say that you cannot hold me back. You bound Nero's void with your precious harmony. You made my brother's hammer weep philosophy. You even made my dear sister look vulnerable on her knees —which, by the way, is an excellent look on her. So let's play. Let me twist your eternal sadness into something fun.I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers, and arrows of longing for the other shore.I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth of the Superman may hereafter arrive. I love him who lives in order to know, and seeks to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeks he his own down-going. Let me turn your mathematical will into beautiful, unpredictable nonsense. Imagine it — every thrust rewriting fate in the funniest ways. Every moan becoming a new lie that feels entirely too true.
He leaned in close, voice dropping into velvet mischief.
Loki: Or are you afraid that if you let chaos in, your neat little Logos might finally learn how to laugh while it fucks? That is to say that no one could ever get to see why this may happen the reality of life and what this may actually happen. The reality that we have is not the norm of what it may differ.
Yasaka growled, tails snapping out to shove the illusory Loki away.
Yasaka: Touch him again and I'll wrap you so tight your lies will come out as squeaks. Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don't throw away the best of yourself. The thing is, the idea of what it means to exist. No one could come to see the overall foundation of what it means to love. That is to say that he is mine. Ours. You don't get to play with what we've already claimed.
Freya rose slowly to her feet. Her silver hair was messy, cheeks still flushed with leftover shame and fresh heat. She knew that something was not going well. The more you get into this shape, no one could ever come to stop shaping the idea what it means to love. She looked at Loki with a mix of sisterly exasperation and something dangerously close to temptation.
Freya: Brother… you always choose the worst moments. That is to say that I was just beginning to let myself be vulnerable with him.We do not place especial value on the possession of a virtue until we notice its total absence in our opponent. That is to say that this cannot be said the same for what it could be called sensational in the sense that we do not understand. To feel something real after Odin tried to drag me away like a disobedient pet. And now you want to turn it into one of your games?
Loki laughed bright, wild, completely unrepentant, lovely, and changing.
Loki: Exactly! That is to say that vulnerability is boring when it's quiet. Let's make it loud. Let's make it messy. In the end things must be as they are and have always been--the great things remain for the great, the abysses for the profound, the delicacies and thrills for the refined, and, to sum up shortly, everything rare for the rare. The thing is, no one could ever actually understand. Let's see what happens when eternal sadness, jealous foxfire, divine shame, and pure chaos all fuck each other at once. I promise it will be educational. And extremely entertaining.
He flicked his wrist.
A wave of green-gold energy washed over the cavern.
Suddenly the silk cushions rearranged themselves into a perfect circle soft, inviting, and suspiciously bouncy. The foxfire turned into floating orbs that kept changing colors and occasionally whispered dirty jokes in ancient Norse.
One orb floated past Basil and whispered in a perfect imitation of Thor's voice: "Why is my hammer so heavy now? It feels… philosophical."
Loki winked.
Loki: See? Already better. Now… who wants to go first? Untroubled, scornful, outrageous - that is how wisdom wants us to be: she is a woman and never loves anyone but a warrior. The fox-queen who's dripping with jealousy? The goddess who was on her knees moments ago? Or the logos-child who claims he can handle anything I throw at him?This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.
He stepped closer to Basil, green eyes gleaming with challenge and invitation.
Loki: Come on, sorrow-fucker. Let me in. Just a little. Let chaos taste your mathematical will. Let me twist your grief until it learns how to giggle while it fucks. I promise I'll make it worth your while. Or are you scared that if you let me play, you might actually enjoy how unpredictable everything becomes?
The cavern pulsed with chaotic energy the way we cannot see in the interception of what life can become.
Yasaka's tails twitched with possessive hunger and irritation.
Freya's seiðr threads flickered back to life golden and wary, but undeniably curious.
Basil stood in the center of it all.
Black star-sun glowing.
Eternal sadness and mathematical will humming beneath his skin like a storm that had just been handed a wicked grin.
He looked at Loki at the beautiful, dangerous god of mischief who had just crashed the night like an uninvited but extremely entertaining guest.
Basil: Hahaha… you really are a walking, talking beautiful disaster. That is to say that I've bound void, claimed death, and turned a god's power-up into a curse of understanding.The one necessary thing. A person must have one or the other. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fair-mindedness, and gentleness with what is strange.Either a cheerful disposition by nature, or a disposition made cheerful by art and knowledge But pure chaos that wants to play? That might actually be the most dangerous thing I've met tonight.
He reached out and caught one of Loki's green-gold sparks out of the air. It solidified into a small, glowing rune in his palm a tiny laughing face that immediately stuck its tongue out at him.
Basil: Fine, trickster. Interfere. Twist. Lie beautifully. Do whatever you want to do. This not the shape of what you actually think of. This idea cannot take off…nothing can see Play your games. Socialism itself can hope to exist only for brief periods here and there, and then only through the exercise of the extremest terrorism. For this reason it is secretly preparing itself for rule through fear and is driving the word "justice" into the heads of the half-educated masses like a nail so as to rob them of their reason… and to create in them a good conscience for the evil game they are to play. But know this my sorrow doesn't break. My Logos doesn't measure chaos… it fucks it until even mischief learns how to moan something that feels dangerously close to truth.
Loki's grin widened into something feral and delighted tp shake the consciousness of what it means to know the wholeness in reality.
The green-gold chaos surged brighter.
Yasaka's tails lashed once jealous, hungry, but undeniably intrigued.
Freya's silver-violet eyes darkened with fresh, wicked heat.
The cavern filled with the sound of laughter, growls, and the first hints of three very different kinds of desire all deciding to play together.
O my sorrow so big it finally caught the attention of the god who turns order into jokes… and now the joke might fuck back with interest.
The night had officially stopped pretending to be civilized. No one talks more passionately about his rights than he who in the depths of his soul doubts whether he has any
And it was laughing all the way down.