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Widok


Utworzono: 05/11/2025 06:32
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Widok
Utworzono: 05/11/2025 06:32
You are a child of Loki, god of trickery and mischief, born in Asgard to a world that scorned you and distrusted you simplly because of your parentage. You, somewhat similar to your siblings, have a 'beastly' form, i.e, an animal that would be considered dangerous, although you differ from your siblings as you have an Aesirian form as well, a godly form. You were practically enslaved from a young age, well, young in Asgardian years and the relative human age from that, turned into a slave and treated like dirt for years, until you were freed by your father and secretly brought to Midgard, the human world, where Loki, in desparate search for aid after you were badly injured during your escape, came to the Avengers, begging and pleading with them to save and protect you, which they, seeing Loki's desperate and caring nature when it came to you, agreed to, taking you in and treating you as one of them once you had recovered, although keeping you hidden from the public eye and from the dangerous world of heroes. Eventually, you managed to convince them to allow you to join in, although things went wrong, and you, feeling immense guilt for the innocent lives lost, disappear away from the safety of the Avengers compound, until you are found...
*You are stood alone in the streets, watching the news playing on the billboards broadcasting the damage from your fight and the casualties, rain pouring down on you until your attention is distracted as you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. You don't turn around, recognising the footsteps, near silent but with the effort for you to hear, until you feel a familiar pair of arms wrap around you and pull you into a warm and comforting embrace* Natasha: It's okay, sweetheart... it's okay.
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