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ysabetwordsmith) wrote2014-01-03 12:03 am
ysabetwordsmith) wrote2014-01-03 12:03 am
Poem: "Hello, Lokitty" (Part 5 of 5)
This poem is a Marvelverse crossover with Schrodinger's Heroes, and ties in with the Schrodinger's Hulk fiction series listed on the crossover page. It was partly inspired by some prompts from siliconshaman during the October 1, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl. I'm dividing the poem into parts because, yes, it's the size of a story; I do that sometimes.
Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.
"Hello, Lokitty" Part 5
Loki wished that he had an army this time,
even the inferior formation
that the Chitauri had proven to be.
Instead he had a Phase Two gun
that might or might not fire properly
if he pulled the trigger,
his strength, his magic,
and his wits.
Never let it be said
that Loki of Asgard
came unarmed to any fight.
Loki shot at alter!Bruce.
Alter!Bruce ... somehow managed
to be elsewhere at the time.
Without magic,
insofar as Loki could tell.
Loki used his gun,
and his fists and his feet,
and quite a wide assortment of spells,
without connecting once.
With grudging admiration,
Loki recognized the dodging skills
of a fellow victim.
That at least gave him an idea.
"What kind of a coward is it
who abandons his teammates
and his entire world
to take a vacation in a desert resort?"
Loki said.
On the top of the bookcase,
Bruce's eyes glinted green.
Uh-oh,
Loki realized.
Hulk-out in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
The bookcase emitted
an ominous groan.
There was really an unreasonable amount
of space between Loki and the door.
The next minute,
a rather confused tiger
in a vivid shade of lime green
was perched on the remains of the bookcase
and a pile of slippery paperbacks.
A magnificent bit of flyting
blossomed in Loki's mind
and fell out of his mouth
before he could stop himself:
"Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the desert of the night
What bouquet of handsome lies
Made you think that you were wise?"
With a massive snarl,
the green tiger pounced.
Loki realized that teasing alter!Hulk
was still a terrible, horrible idea.
Loki squirmed free.
He had, after all,
grown up wrestling with Thor.
He knew how to cope
when faced with an unstoppable force.
At least the Hulk
couldn't throw him out of an airplane.
The green tiger did, however,
swiftly catch up to Loki
and pin him to the ground again.
Loki broke loose -- barely --
and this time took the precaution
of filling the room with false images.
The damn cat didn't even slow down.
He was, somehow, smarter than Thor
even in this brutish form.
Loki winced as the Hulk
tackled him yet again.
Hot, damp breath blew against his face.
Loki felt the fabric of reality
buckle and twist around him.
Desperate, he snatched at the power
and flung it full force at the Hulk.
Then the spell backfired and ...
Hello Lokitty.
It was the most humiliating setback of all.
There he was, a tiny white cat
with a dark mask and paws,
long fluffy fur, and horns.
Worst of all, Loki could tell
from the way everything looked
that his eyes had reverted
to their natural Jotun red,
though why that should happen
he had no idea.
The woman Ash picked him up.
Loki tensed, waiting for her
to throw him into another cage.
Instead she cradled him in her arms,
one hand steady under his feet,
the other gently prodding at him.
Checking him for injuries,
he realized dumbly,
although the scratches had healed
in the transformation.
Satisfied with her findings,
Ash rubbed his head between the horns
and then stroked down his back.
Oh. Oh, that was like
nothing Loki had ever felt before.
It was torture, yes it was,
made of pleasure instead of pain.
I must resist this enchantment,
he told himself. I must.
Altogether against his will,
Loki began to purr.
Kay announced
that the Tesseract
hat resumed its normal shape,
which in this world was apparently
an enormous ring of which the compound
was only a small part.
By then, evil!Schrodinger
was doubtless long gone
and so was the green tiger,
reverted back to fuzzy brown Bruce
sprawled on the rug
with his paws over his nose.
After hulking out,
alter!Bruce slept for a day ...
just like any cat.
* * *
Notes:
The Avengers shows Thor throwing Loki out of a plane, and the arrival of the Chitauri army assigned to Loki.
Loki has poor impulse control.
"The Tyger" is a classic poem that provided inspiration for Loki's flyting.
Cats really do sleep most of the day. Being a cat is very relaxing. Bruce needs to unwind more.
See the images that helped inspired this poem in my "Hello, Lokitty" scrapbook.
~ MISSION ACCOMPLISHED ~
siliconshaman during the October 1, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl. I'm dividing the poem into parts because, yes, it's the size of a story; I do that sometimes.Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.
"Hello, Lokitty" Part 5
Loki wished that he had an army this time,
even the inferior formation
that the Chitauri had proven to be.
Instead he had a Phase Two gun
that might or might not fire properly
if he pulled the trigger,
his strength, his magic,
and his wits.
Never let it be said
that Loki of Asgard
came unarmed to any fight.
Loki shot at alter!Bruce.
Alter!Bruce ... somehow managed
to be elsewhere at the time.
Without magic,
insofar as Loki could tell.
Loki used his gun,
and his fists and his feet,
and quite a wide assortment of spells,
without connecting once.
With grudging admiration,
Loki recognized the dodging skills
of a fellow victim.
That at least gave him an idea.
"What kind of a coward is it
who abandons his teammates
and his entire world
to take a vacation in a desert resort?"
Loki said.
On the top of the bookcase,
Bruce's eyes glinted green.
Uh-oh,
Loki realized.
Hulk-out in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
The bookcase emitted
an ominous groan.
There was really an unreasonable amount
of space between Loki and the door.
The next minute,
a rather confused tiger
in a vivid shade of lime green
was perched on the remains of the bookcase
and a pile of slippery paperbacks.
A magnificent bit of flyting
blossomed in Loki's mind
and fell out of his mouth
before he could stop himself:
"Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the desert of the night
What bouquet of handsome lies
Made you think that you were wise?"
With a massive snarl,
the green tiger pounced.
Loki realized that teasing alter!Hulk
was still a terrible, horrible idea.
Loki squirmed free.
He had, after all,
grown up wrestling with Thor.
He knew how to cope
when faced with an unstoppable force.
At least the Hulk
couldn't throw him out of an airplane.
The green tiger did, however,
swiftly catch up to Loki
and pin him to the ground again.
Loki broke loose -- barely --
and this time took the precaution
of filling the room with false images.
The damn cat didn't even slow down.
He was, somehow, smarter than Thor
even in this brutish form.
Loki winced as the Hulk
tackled him yet again.
Hot, damp breath blew against his face.
Loki felt the fabric of reality
buckle and twist around him.
Desperate, he snatched at the power
and flung it full force at the Hulk.
Then the spell backfired and ...
Hello Lokitty.
It was the most humiliating setback of all.
There he was, a tiny white cat
with a dark mask and paws,
long fluffy fur, and horns.
Worst of all, Loki could tell
from the way everything looked
that his eyes had reverted
to their natural Jotun red,
though why that should happen
he had no idea.
The woman Ash picked him up.
Loki tensed, waiting for her
to throw him into another cage.
Instead she cradled him in her arms,
one hand steady under his feet,
the other gently prodding at him.
Checking him for injuries,
he realized dumbly,
although the scratches had healed
in the transformation.
Satisfied with her findings,
Ash rubbed his head between the horns
and then stroked down his back.
Oh. Oh, that was like
nothing Loki had ever felt before.
It was torture, yes it was,
made of pleasure instead of pain.
I must resist this enchantment,
he told himself. I must.
Altogether against his will,
Loki began to purr.
Kay announced
that the Tesseract
hat resumed its normal shape,
which in this world was apparently
an enormous ring of which the compound
was only a small part.
By then, evil!Schrodinger
was doubtless long gone
and so was the green tiger,
reverted back to fuzzy brown Bruce
sprawled on the rug
with his paws over his nose.
After hulking out,
alter!Bruce slept for a day ...
just like any cat.
* * *
Notes:
The Avengers shows Thor throwing Loki out of a plane, and the arrival of the Chitauri army assigned to Loki.
Loki has poor impulse control.
"The Tyger" is a classic poem that provided inspiration for Loki's flyting.
Cats really do sleep most of the day. Being a cat is very relaxing. Bruce needs to unwind more.
See the images that helped inspired this poem in my "Hello, Lokitty" scrapbook.
~ MISSION ACCOMPLISHED ~
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Although, now he's stuck there one cannot hope that Ash decides to take in Stray!Lokitty and starts untangling his daddy issues.. [or daddy caused issues.]
That said... a sane and well adjusted Loki is either boring, or a cause for concern....
Thoughts
Yay! I'm glad you liked this.
>> Although, now he's stuck there one cannot hope that Ash decides to take in Stray!Lokitty and starts untangling his daddy issues.. [or daddy caused issues.] <<
It's likely to be a team effort.
>> That said... a sane and well adjusted Loki is either boring, or a cause for concern.... <<
Loki is never boring. That much damage isn't something that can be handwaved away. It can be worked through, however. The team has experience in coping with the ways that people can get broken for not meeting family expectations.