‘Summit Camp’ - Glyder Fach, Snowdonia by Kris Williams Via Flickr: The view south-west from the summit of Glyder Fach in Snowdonia and our wild-camp for the night, looking across to the Milky Way shortly before dawn - with Saturn and Mars being the two brightest objects in the sky. The small blurry green object top-centre is Comet 252P/Linear currently visible in our night-sky.
NOTES/WARNINGS: This is my first fic submitted here please be kind to me. Feedback on my blog is very welcome. Just angsty and Loki talks slightly more casual in this too. I changed her age slightly if that’s okay and my knowledge of New York is little as I’m from Wales :D
It was a cold, winter day in New York City. There was snow on the ground and mist in the air. Loki walked along the streets deep in thought, green scarf around his neck with matching gloves and hat, a black coat, black boots and black trousers. Wondering how he got to where he is and what the hell went wrong. He growled to himself when he thought of Odin and of that fateful day in New York that was the result of his actions. He didn’t blame the All-father for banishing him but that didn’t make him hate Odin any less. He thought of his dear mother whom he missed with all his heart. He shook his head to try and rid his thoughts.
Don’t cry. You’ll look a fool in front of these mortals.