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The Choice Is Yours - Loki Chooses The Throne - FINAL
Prompt: Long before Loki brought an army to New York, he was
sent on a mission by his father, winding up on Earth. You’re an up and
coming CEO, destined to take your father’s place in the company. Loki is
a prince, training to be a king. What happens when your two worlds
collide?
Warnings: language, angst
Word Count: 2758
Notes: Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong (some of
it, but not all, so excuse any errors). Brainstormed, beta, and
aesthetic creator @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo
who helped me with this fic for over a year! She’s my rock and I’m so
blessed to have her in my life. Thank you to all my readers who have
been incredibly patient!
**NEW NOTE** The “interactive” part did not seem to work out as I wanted
it to, so here are all the crazy possibilities that this story has to
offer. I hope you enjoy…
MINI DESCRIPTION:
Loki Chooses The Throne - He Lies - You see each other one last time

Walking towards your quarters, Loki wrung his hands, digging his thumb into his hand repeatedly, his stomach full of so many knots it felt as if he’d swallowed dozens of snakes.
How could he tell you the truth?
I won’t even complain. I could but I won’t.
You know what you did there. How dare you.
As always, I loved it. I cried but I loved it.
I may speak like a woman, but my throat is a lovely murder, a dark tent.
my heart is closing like a fist.
I’m searching for a phrase that will release everything that’s pent up in me
God help me: I have no one to guide me and it's dark again.
Give me blood and rage and a heart for horror; teach me to be tough enough to face this world still standing. Make a Fury of me.
1 / 2. Kristy Bowen, "Girl Show" ( x ) / 3 / 4. Meditations in an Emergency, ‘Mayakovsky’ by Frank O’Hara ( x ) / 5 / 6 / 7. Henry Miller, in a letter to Anaïs Nin ( x ) / 8 / 9 / 10. Clarice Lispector, Água Viva ( x )/ 11 / 12. Elisabeth Hewer, from “Finding Ariadne” in Wishing for Birds ( x ) / 13 / 14 / 15. Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl ( x ) //
GRYFFINDOR: “Sometimes change is just one girl with her fists clenched, no longer willing to be trodden on.” –Elisabeth Hewer
Mariposas
Hoy se lucha desde cualquier lugar,
nos sobra coraje para gritar,
estamos cansadas de la mediocridad,
solo queremos y pedimos equidad,
de esa que es realidad,
no de la que es a medias
y solo sirve para publicidad.
Estamos cansadas que cada mañana
le roben la libertad a una hermana,
que no les importe su edad
que eso sea normal para la sociedad.
Nuestro puño arde en fuego,
se levanta por las que nunca volvieron,
tengo miedo, no lo niego,
de mañana ser yo a quien abatieron.
El recelo no nos detiene
la unión nos mantiene,
somos mujeres poderosas,
tenemos alas como las mariposas.













