black-telephone-is-off-the-hook:

Lokerys AU:

In which Loki is trapped in a mortal world with savages and their
false gods, only to learn from the blue-lipped warlocks that the greatest
source of magic, and his best chance of going back home, is a young girl-queen,
with pet beasts, in a city of slaves.


“The four warlocks I had slain were a grave danger to you, Your
Grace.” He smiled.  “Surely, killing your
blue-lipped enemies is an act of devotion… of loyalty. An act that ought to be
rewarded, not punished.”

Or an act of ambition,
thought Dany. He traveled with them to my
city, and then murdered them in their sleep, in deceit.
“Yet, you are a
warlock.”

“But, not of Qarth. I am no enemy to the Mother of Dragons.”

“I have heard of you and your prowess, Loki Silvertongue.” She was no young girl, she knew to be wary of
his tongue and his words.

His face morphed into a facsimile of desperation. “Yet, the Silver Queen does not hear my pleas.”

witchofthekorcari:

asoiaf meme: [2 /3] legends || Alyssa’s Tears

Alyssa Arryn had seen her husband, her brothers, and all her children slain, and yet in life she had never shed a tear. So in death, the gods had decreed that she would know no rest until her weeping watered the black earth of the Vale, where the men she had loved were buried. Alyssa had been dead six thousand years now, and still no drop of the torrent had ever reached the valley floor far below.