[FrostIron] Kryptonite. [1/?]OOC: This is somewhat based on a roleplay I did but has my own twist into it.Loki blurry vision looked towards the group of Avengers, very most, Tony Stark. He tried to kill him off first but he has underestimated him. His pale long fingers curled around some rubble beneath him. "How...?" He muttered out raspingly, feeling like his lungs got crushed but his chest was perfectly fine.He passed out onto the rubble, falling entirely limp on the ground. Nick Fury wasn't happy at all, the destruction of the city. "Let's get Loki into a cell. Tony Stark your watching him, this an order." Director Fury said with a stern ordering tone.Tony looked up and growled. "Yes, sir." He said towards him before he picked up the limp passed out body on the ground. Director Fury took the scepter/staff, going to lock this up tightly so doesn't get used ever again.-----Loki woke up feeling like crap, the light shining down at him from the ceiling lights. He raised his hand up to his face, rubbing
Loki escape his brother(2/?):OOC: I hope part 2 is good, trying to go with my imagination.Loki gathered his trash of his food, throwing it into the trash can nearby. He grabbed his staff from the table, he felt full of food. He licked his pale lips, still tasting some of the burger on them. He peeked out the door's window, seeing if his brother was nearby. Coast was clear. He steps out of the burger shop, making his way through the crowd. Lucky he wasn't wearing his helmet or he'll be easy to find.He heard a deep voice in the noisy crowd, he turned his eyes to see his brother talking to someone looking for Loki. He narrowed his eyes a bit, running through the crowd easily. His feet clapped against the ground roughly. Thor looked up seeing faint green cape before vanish from sight. "Brother! Stop!" He called out, running through the busy crowd.Loki continued to run fast as he can, panting light. He felt a pain in his lower chest, wincing. Cramps, eating food and just starting to run again isn't pleasant at all.
Ask Loki anythingOOC: Ask Loki anything, I will answer best as I could. I also do roleplay responses also. I recommend you watch me on DA for more uploads of text to see your response most likely. I might later do sketch response, like stick figure and stuff. xD Art Block has been hitting me again.Loki raised a brow and looked to the strange crowd, hearing few screams in the distance. What am I doing here? He thought to himself quietly with a deep sigh pushing from between his lips. He straighten himself from his throne chair, looking at the crowd with suspicion. He whispers something to guard, getting an answer in return. "Ask Loki anything day? Oh good grief, I be busy ruling earth and Asgard. Fine, I'll do this little question stuff." He spoke with arrogant and pride in his voice. His brows furrowing down in slight aggrivation. He inhaled the cool air and calmed himself knowing this likely be a long day.He grabbed his staff, placing on his lap with his brilliant green eyes staring at the
Ramiel God of Mischief and trouble/pride.~ Ramiel in fanfiction ~Name: RamielGender: MaleAge: 17Mother: LokiFather: ThorBrother: LorkiPersonality: His personality is similar to his mother, Loki. He has large ego/pride, he easily snaps when someone questions him. He always confident that he'll be king of Asgard knowing he worked and trained harder for the title as heir to the throne. He has a great loathing of his brother, seeing him as a gutless mongrel that just getting in his way of gaining the title as heir. He rarely shows sympathy towards anyone, seeing him cry is always a rare sight to see. He does cry but typically not in public or even front of people. He secretly does love his brother and would protect him despite his brother is afraid of him. He love his mother and would go to him whenever he has a problem or feel upset. He was shattered when his father announced that his brother, Lorki, will be the heir to the throne. He became more dark and cunning, he pretends to accept this fate. Eventually his plans and