The Frost King
Asgard is my past. Now I am here in your world, lets hope that you are ready for chaos.
You were made to be ruled, and I was born to be king. A fitting match.
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[Loki is following the Movie Verse line of events, though occasional Comic Verse bleeds in. Consider it the rper trying in vain to make him a bit more Comic Verse.]
ooc: I’m not going to be around much for the next few days guys. Tomorrow is rather busy for me, and then Saturday and Sunday I am working night shifts. This means I wouldn’t really be around until Monday again. Evenings are going to be pretty inactive for me in general until Monday the 28th. I’ll still be checking the masterlist ask box and replying to threads when I have the time. Sorry peeps.
I’m going to try to sleep now … Ant infestation is happening in my flat because there is a massive ant hill outside … which means I’m constantly paranoid that there are ants near me. Some of you will get the irony of this crappy situation. This only started last Sunday. Irony fucking everywhere. I’m going to attempt to sleep now. Attempt being the word.
“Oh you always got style, Luke. That’s one thing you ain’t ever gonna be without.” She laughed as she looked at him. she never bothered to ask for more than he offered, she didn’t need more. Anna wasn’t a greedy woman, being raised by hippies probably helped with that. She didn’t do much work, most of the work was done by Luke. Twenty percent was a blessing, especially when he managed to pull off a good con. This Andy guy, he had a lot of money. She wouldn’t have called him gullible but he wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed. He was a perfect victim for their evening.
“Thank you.” She said with a smile, keeping to her manners as always, “I love Chinese, actually.” She took the opportunity to discuss Andy, while they were alone. “He’s the CEO of some company, oil I think. His father passed it down to him, only child made it land in his lap. He likes the money but that’s ‘bout it. He spends ‘bout 1000$ a night, that give you an idea of what he’s got?” She looked out the window, idly watching the scenery pass them by.
“You flatter me,” he chuckled. “My flatmate dislikes my attire, has an aversion to smart pants or scarves with suits. He wears his hair in a bun, I don’t know why I even entertain him sometimes.” It was ease to make casual conversation. Easier than silence. Luke was too easily suited to being a talker. He would charm his way out of issues rather than physically do something about them.
“Wonderful, you’ll enjoy it. Fast service, excellent food and a lovely setting. Or that’s what I was told anyway.” He listened as she spoke of the mark, mentally noting strategies. “Mhmm, perhaps a good smack and dash will be best for tonight. I’ve brought the most exciting medicine tonight. I’m sure it will do wonders for both him and us if the occasion sees fit that I need to use administer it.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” he laughed, unfurling from his stance in long strides that caught him up to Luke. “A top shelf whisky sort of man instead? If you intend to try and drink me out of house and home, remember it’s your home too.” There was no bite to his words as he fell into step with the other, and his humour trailed off as he reached the entrance. Gaze level at the doorman, Theo — for once — kept his tongue behind his teeth. He still had surprises left, no matter what his flatmate thought.
Luke said nothing in reply as he walked to the door, merely smirking back to his friend as if that was answer enough. He greeted the men with pleasantries before showing his card and identifying his name code name. “Laufey. That one’s … Odin.” He smiled at the name references, knowing that is was dangerously close to things he shouldn’t admit. One of the bouncers gave a warily look back at Theo, and Luke nipped the problem in the butt before it esculated. “I know, I know. Bring a guess and it is on your head. He is my trusted companion, decentest man I know. He knows the rules, and I’ll be with him the entire night.” He men at the door let them in without a pause, now all smiles and politeness. Luke pulled Theo along and whispered into his ear as he did so. “Subtle fake names, for safety. I thought I would be creative.”
(Source: trollwithapole)
The way he said ‘fools’ unsettled Clint more than it should. This was a guy who’d been suffering way too many, and Clint found that he would absolutely hate to cross him. At the same time… he noticed the briefcase just before he had to literally drag himself into the kitchen to prepare the grilled cheese sandwich. This was a guy who looked like he did some pretty lucrative business. Everything that he carried—his clothes, the briefcase; showed that he made some pretty serious cash. The sandwich didn’t take too long to prepare. When it was done, Clint brought it out and placed it in front of him, together with some cutlery and a napkin, giving him a tentative smile. “Enjoy.”
Luke had gotten through most of the file once Clint returned. It was simple work, merely checking the amounts that were going into each account and moving into property and so on. Luke had a very good accountant, a very loyal one too. He moved the paperwork away as Clint set down his meal and he was able to not turn his nose up at it. He’d eaten worse in the name of work. “Wonderful. Thank you uh,” he paused with a smile. “I apologise, I did not get your name.”
(Source: trollwithapole)
She felt her phone vibrate, looking at she noticed his text as she grabbed her clutch and scribbled a quick note to Tasha. She probably wouldn’t be home early, if she bothered to come home at all, not that Tasha could expect different. Anna was the type of woman to come home at 4 AM without a care. She should have been more attentive to the people she lived with but she never really was. Maybe she was selfish or she just didn’t think. Whatever it was, she never bothered to explain herself. She was out the front door in a matter of seconds, locking it before she took in the sight of the car Luke had brought. Impressive, enough to make her browns raise and eyes slightly widen. Anna liked it.
She grinned, a hint of mischief was seen upon her lips as she opened the door and looked in. “Nice ride.” That grin widened into a smile as she sat down, smoothing her dress down to keep it from sliding up her thighs. The door was closed and she was buckled in, hands in her lap, holding on firmly to her clutch. “Hi handsome, I got high hopes for tonight. Where y’all takin’ me?” She was excited, always one for a night out and a good job. So far, Luke never failed. She had extremely high hopes.
Anna looks beautiful. She was one of his favoured associates for this type of hustle. Didn’t put it on too much, didn’t ask for more than he offered, didn’t look fake. He couldn’t see the attraction in a woman made up of powder and plastic, and he didn’t think that other men thought a lot of it either. In order to trust a woman in been a good enough distraction for him to do his work, she had to be someone he could get distracted by. Anna was a wonderful distraction.
He smiled back to her as she spoke and allowed her to buckle in before starting the car up once again. “Thanks, thought the night needed an added touch of style.” He looked over to her as his smile widened to a grin. “You’re looking rather lovely this evening,” he charmed. “Do you like chinese food? There is this place I’ve wanted to dine in for awhile, never had the company for it though.” He winked to her as he finished, silver-tongue at play like always.
Luke smiled and pushed away his now finished tea. Perhaps this would all be easier than he thought it would be. “Hmm, nice sentiment. They say money can’t buy you happiness, but I would rather have the choice of having a bigger roof over my head, if I had the choice.”
“Who wouldn’t?” he replied with a wistful sigh. He wanted to know what the man was playing at. But he wouldn’t be direct. Clint usually found it easy to get a read on people, but this one, this one was a particularly tough one to crack. “Sentiment is for children,” he concluded. “And I’m much too old to live like one. Now if you’ll excuse me - ” He held up the order ticket for the man. He’d almost forgotten about it. “You have an order for me, didn’tcha?”
He nodded and picked up his briefcase from the floor next to him, opening it up whilst continuing his conversation with the man infront of him. “Many wouldn’t agree with you, but there are a lot of fools in this world.” He pulled out a file before setting the briefcase back down on the floor. “Yes of course. I shouldn’t be keeping you.” He smiled back to Clint before unclipping the lock on the file. Luke had a habit of doing his most dodgy work in these sorts of places. No one would care, not enough to want to know what he was looking at. If they did, it normally meant they wanted in. This wasn’t that bad, merely some information on his bank accounts, all off shore and under different names. Still, it wasn’t something he could leave in the flat. Theo had the habit of finding things he shouldn’t.
“Your personal immunity to my charms makes you the rare exception,” he grinned. Theo hooked a hand in his pocket, jaw tilted up with a reflection of that confidence, completely unabashed. “Pink-hued martinis are a poor test if you’re trying to bankrupt me. Put your money where your mouth is,” he lilted, jabbing a thumb toward the blue door. “Unless we need climbing hooks and oxygen tanks to get past your Everest-sized bouncer.”
“Might be because I’ve seen you at your worse. That or I don’t have a thing for blonds.” He winked to Theo before pushing off the wall. “Yes, that is exactly what I drink. How did you know?” His voice dripping in sarcasm and he rolled his eyes. “Come on then. All I need is a card and a word. You just be a good puppy and follow me.” With that he walked off towards the door, not checking to see if Theo was following him.
(Source: trollwithapole)
It had been her first return home in a few days. After her last little argument, Anna had taken off to stay with Wade who had been nice enough to take her in. She had no quelm with her sister but wasn’t particularly fond of seeing Nick at the moment. It had been a quick rush in, just to gather what she needed to get ready. Opting for a white dress that seemed far classier than she was and a pair of matching heels, her hair had been pinned up and she had decided to wear light make up, besides the dark liner and scarlet lips of course.
Anna looked presentable which shouldn’t have been such a shock, really. She could always pull herself together when she needed to, tonight happened to be one of those nights. Dinner and work, it really shouldn’t have sounded as thrilling as it did but she liked money, no she liked the things she could get with money, and she had been eyeing a new dress lately, one she wouldn’t have been able to afford if it wasn’t for Luke. She enjoyed their partnership. She looked at her cell, noting the time. Luke made no habit of being late, he’d arrive soon enough.
Luke owned a couple of cars. He liked to use different ones for different purposes. Theo thought he had an old, yet in good condition Aston Martin (something that kept up his Britishness). The middle-age woman he was doing a long con on thought he had an effiencent Toyota. His ‘business’ clients varied. Jags, sleek sports cars, maybe a Merc if the job was right. Money didn’t keep in cars, something that caused him to change them frequently. But he liked the pleasure they brought. Hot-wiring cars were a no no now, but winning them on staged bets was a nice treat. In total he had six or so dotted around in various garages, all under different names. Tonight he brought out the Ferrari. It was black, sleek and a complete pleasure purchase. Anna was a girl., who like him, liked a thrill. He would treat her to one, in one form or another.
He pulled up to her giving address at five to nine, not wanting to be late. She knew he wouldn’t be either. He never came too early though. A questioning from sister or even worse, her sister husband was not something he wanted. Nor something he could tolerate. At two minutes to he sent her a text letting her know he was outside, and waited.
“Numbers I can take care of, no matter your qualms with my look,” Theo assured, smirking with easy pride. “Charm does not require touch.” It had been awhile since he’d pursued something like this, happy enough in the rare times off from work to grab a few pals and a few more pitchers, loping home with more rowdy songs on his tongue than numbers in his pocket. Not to say he hadn’t missed it though. “Tales?” Theo laughed, nodding. “Alright, discreetness and creativity, I’m in. The loser repays drinks after the night is through and the stories told?”
“Well they aren’t going to approach you if they don’t like the look of you,” he said with a shake of his head. “But you seem most confident of yourself, can’t really help that.” He was sure that Theo could hold his weight, but he really did detest the man bun sometimes. “You sure you can afford my expensive tastes?”
(Source: trollwithapole)
