Heimu/Loki, my OTP.
I love water, thunderstorms, Loki Ragnarok and writing.
I own my own twisted plot, not the characters themselves.
- Loki.
Clashes of thunder hurt the boy's ears. He was drenched in blood, his own blood, and the mud that stung at the wounds on his body. He slipped, his white attire getting dirtier. The handsome man he'd once come to know as Thor was angrily glaring at him, hammer in the air.
"No! No! Please! Help me! Somebody save me! Anybody! Please help me!" an auburn-haired boy shouted as his bare feet got stuck in the mud. A sick sound came from the earth he was glued in as he forced his legs out to run.
The boy dodged the bolt of lightning that directed at him. The faster he ran, the more the lightning tried to molest his body.
As he dodged bolt after bolt, the auburn-haired boy encountered a wrought-iron fence. There was a thicket of vines hanging from the gate, beyond that was a dead garden and a few impaled corpses. The boy peered through the vines and swore he saw a gravestone.
As some lightning scathed his back, the boy crawled through the vines, disappointed at the fact that his outfit was torn.
Shuffling his wings a bit, the glossy feathers shaking the wetness off as he placed his hand on a tarnished, golden doorhandle before entering.
The inside of the manor was amazingly dark. The auburn-haired boy had to adjust to the lack of light. He could make out someone on a couch. He'd seen such things back when he wasn't exiled, but he none-the-less had a vague clue of what was going on.
He saw an arm reach for something and a tiny lightbulb turned on, making the fallen angel have to adjust to light again.
A young man, about the same age as the angel, lounged on a silken sofa in the foyer, drinking a dark liquid. "Hm? I didn't expect company until next week... Unless you plan to be here for breakfast." he chuckled, his canine teeth resting on his lower lip. Blood dripped from the two teeth, to fall on a crimson, silk top. He licked the fangs clean and set the glass on the cherry wood coffee table. The floor was black granite. "What is your name?"
"My name is Loki and I have to stay here, or else Odin will send his assassins again." Loki calmly explained, folding his wings over his body, like a comfort-thing.
The young man's neck-length, dark violet hair was sleek and combed over his right eye. His left eye peered from nothing covering it. A crimson eye was ever-gazing and lonely. He wore a black, silken suit, but a crimson dress shirt underneath as well as slender, yet bulky gloves that covered every inch of his hands.
"I am Heimdall. You should be wise enough to call me Master though." Heimdall said as he placed his gloved hand on his chest.
Loki then realized how incredibly pale Heimdall was. "You never see the light of day... Do you?" he asked, his curiosity awakened.
"Now, that would be personal... But I'll let you know one thing." Heimdall smirked.
"What?" Loki asked. He desperately didn't want to go back.
"Your bedroom is in the south-eastern wing, Since there are only two doors in that wing, I believe you will know where you can clean up and rest."
Loki looked around, plucking a feather from his wings, he closed his emerald eyes to concentrate. He really had no clue where to go without this little trick. All he had to do was walk a little to the right...
He discarded the feather as he mumbled, "I hate you."
Heimdall grinned, fangs showing clear as day. "What did you say?"
"Thank you, Heimdall." Loki quietly said as he stepped onto the stairway. As Loki walked up, Heimdall interrupted his thoughts.
"Loki, 5:30am is breakfast. Then I'll be retreating to bed." the pale boy informed the angel, "Oh and, you'll pay for talking to me like that." he added as his shoes quietly clicked against the granite flooring.
Loki silently sighed as he went to bathe in a hot sauna for a while before going to sleep, to miss breakfast.
Little did Loki know, Heimdall was a vampire and that liquid from before was blood from a human girl who had gone missing for years.
Loki sighed, running the washcloth over his wounds that had almost closed over. He sat in the bathtub and rubbed mud and excess blood from the gashes, cuts and scrapes on various places on his body. When an angel's blood fell to the ground, they were considered fallen angels since blood was sacred. Loki had tried to set Baldur on fire, but Baldur shoved Loki off the edges of the heavens... spilling blood. Lots of blood. He was being hunted for bleeding. The only way for him to go unnoticed was to become a cut-wing.
Before long, Loki had forgotten that the water turned cold. He exited the bath and placed a towel around his body. As he opened the door, he saw tall, dark and handsome himself fall into the bathing room. Loki mentally kicked himself for praising this bastard's appearance. But he just wondered how his supposed master was taller than himself.
"Loki, do you want to go outside when you're dressed?"
The angel reluctantly nodded. It wasn't like he had a choice. Heimdall owned him now.
Loki bit his lip, walking to his bedroom. He hadn't made eye-contact with his supposed master at all.
Satin, silk and cashmere were in Loki's closet. But the angel hated black and had no place for his wings in the back of the clothes.
Pulling on a pair of pants, Loki knew what he had feared to become and quick if he were to see natural light again.
As Loki found the kitchen in the western wing, he searched for knives sharp enough to rip off his wings. He found that the swords in the halls weren't displays. they were real. Grabbing one, he touched the base of his wings, but he would have to ask Heimdall to do it for him.
"Loki, were you thinking of cutting those ugly appendages off?" Heimdall whispered from behind him. "Want me to help you?"
"No." Loki mumbled, "Even though I can't stand them anymore." he added as a lie. Loki gasped, realizing something. He dropped the weapon. He couldn't hear Heimdall sneak up on him at all...
"Then I'll take that sword and take the pleasure as well." he manically grinned.
Hey, It's me, Loki. I thought I'd let you know a few things about my story.
Heimdall was NEVER in Asgard. NEVER! This is part of the plot.
There's that myth about a mermaid's tear being in the ocean and the other creatures have a need to protect it. I'm basing Loki on this to an extent. That's how blood is in Asgard. And if an angel goes to Midgard without Odin's permission... Boom. Fallen Angel.
There will be portraits in the south wing. Guess who Heimdall's father is? Hint: He's very famous for scaring people.
NO! There will not be hawks. Vampire bats fit the mood more.
A cutwing is when someone else cuts the angelic wings off of an angel. Best done with high intoxication of alcohol so the victim won't know. Angels love brandy and the occasional bit of sake.
There will be more... I promise.
- Loki.