so in the past people have pointed out that the reason sophie’s age curse lasts so long in this books (despite numerous people particularly howl, who’s meant to be a ridiculously powerful wizard, trying to break it for her) is because she strengthens the curse herself with her own magically powered self-loathing which she isn’t even aware of and her magic just happens to be stronger than Howl’s so even when he tries to break it all that happens is they both come over in a cold sweat and nearly pass out
and i love that because magic-wise what’s happening is essentially:
howl: let me break ur curse sophie: no!!! i’m old and boring!!! howl: sophie pls sophie: fuck off!!!
made even more beautiful by the fact that howl is tryin real hard and sophie doesn’t even realise she’s doing it
You saw him walking in the crowd that you were part of,
He was holding that green glass in his hand and walked so
gracefully. ‘He really was born to be a king’, you thought to yourself.
Just when you were about to give in the daydreaming you saw
him standing right in front of you. In fact, he stood so close. Your heart
started beating so fast, you tried to avoid looking in his eyes and while you
did that you noticed that everyone else around you were bowing down, lowering
their heads, showing respect to their king… everyone except you.
You thought this was the end of you, but you tried to fix
this. You lowered your head and bowed lightly. You felt cold fingers underneath
You swallowed nervously but gathered some strength to look
Your (e/c) met his emerald ones. But what you noticed was
his soft smile… ‘Is this really Loki?’ you asked yourself again.
“May I have the honor have this dance with you, milady?” He
asked, his voice was soft, but something felt like it was more of an order than
You accepted his hand and let him guide you to the center of
the big room, the center of the crowd that now looked like a closed circle
around you. He gave the glass he was holding to a guard.
You felt his other hand wrapping around your waist and
giving your waist a gentle squeeze, “Relax, dove” he whispered in your ear, and
you couldn’t help but smile. He returned the smile and started spinning you
around. It felt amazing. You were actually waltzing with Loki. You were waltzing with the King.
The music stopped, but you were lost in his embrace. You
haven’t really noticed how he was leaning in closer and closer until his lips
was on yours.
Your heart seemed to have stopped beating. It felt like all
air left your lungs. Once you came back to earth you focused on his incredibly soft
lips. He tasted like mint and strawberries. In that moment you remembered his
glass and whatever he was drinking was probably a drink made in heaven…
Next thing you know is him breaking the kiss and walking you
to his throne.
“Tell me your name, love” he whispers again before he sits
in the fancy throne and pulls you in his lap.
“(Y/N)” you simply answer and smile.
He looks at the crowed that are staring at you in confusion,
awe and even jealousy.
“The dancing may continue” he orders and the music starts
“Sire…” a guard says as he hands the green glass to Loki.
“What’s on your mind, love?” he grins. He must’ve noticed
“What’s that drink?” you ask and look at the glass then back
to his eyes.
His eyes light up. And there he is. The god of mischief.
“Let’s find out” he grins, picks up the glass and presses
the glass to your lips.
Whatever was happening, you prayed this was not a dream.