Miwadreyar - Miwa

Sleeping Loki on the throne.

“So. You are my gift.”

“I am, Your Grace.” The Lady murmured, head bowed. Her hands were chained in front of her, and she could see the dangling shadow of the key as the Queen let it swing loosely from her fingers.

“And you are okay with your Father giving you away like this?” The monarch’s voice was probing, questioning. The Lady shifted her weight, and bobbed her head.

“Where I come from, women are the property of men. Belonging first to their father, and then to their husband.”

It was the truth she was accustomed to. Her voice was as flat and unfeeling as iron, cold as a corpse. She resented the life she’d been born into - resented being nothing more than property. Hardly more than chattle.

Warm fingers gently tilted her chin up, and she found herself eye to eye with the Queen.

For as calm as her voice had been, her eyes reflected the opposite. Rage simmered beneath them - and yet the Lady felt no fear as she faced that anger.

“I am no man.” The Queen stated.

The Lady was quick to reply. “But in your Kingdom, women can hold property, can they not?”

“They can,” the Queen agreed, releasing her grip on the other. “But people are not property.”

“So what will you do with me?”

The movement was so quick that the Lady hardly registered it. Within the blink of an eye, her shackles were gone. She stared at the chains as they slid to the floor.

Her head whipped up in shock at the Queen’s voice.

“I will free you.”

A lil powerpoint of book recs!!!

Part Two | Part Three

You: You know, I believe there is someone for everyone in this world.

Loki, intrigued: Yeah? Even for me?

You: Mm-hmm. The person for you is a psychiatrist.

“I don’t need my sight to see through your bullshit.”

-Fu Hua

Poems

Matt Haig, How to Stop Time

Bring Loki Back

Day #189

178 Days Until Avengers 4

things that made me stop wanting to die that require no effort whatsoever

change the color used to highlight text on your laptop

move the pictures on your wall

stack whatever clutter is in your room into piles even if you don’t have time to clean it all

slightly vary your commute, even just by one street

change where you sit and scroll aimlessly on your phone even if it’s only to the chair in your room instead of your bed

drink water or juice out of a wine glass in the morning because nothing is real

shower with the lights off, without music

buy $3 flowers at trader joe’s—they look bad next to the more expensive ones but they look so good in your room

start typing things you don’t post into your notes. your thoughts can be worth documenting even if you don’t deem them worth sharing

wake up super early just once. you don’t have to make it a habit it’s just extra satisfying to go to bed that night

listen to the entirety of your favorite album from 2015