i like your entries @Sweetie but you tend to use anticlimactic endings a lot when im trying to write something super long and detailed with action and drama

@Vincent 2.0. stop lying i know you're lying. no amount of anything would stop my father's wrath. and come on I'm writing i take a long time to write the good stuff stop rushing everything with all of yall's anticlimactic endings

I wake up in my own bed for once. I listen to the familiar hum of my floating socks for a while. I manage to untangle myself from @Vincent Goodspeed. He complains a bit. But I have something more important today. I shower and take extra care of my hair. I swirl in a mist for a bit before shifting into my male form. Chiseled jawline. Short hair. Mansculine eyebrows. Smaller lips. For a little clarification, I’m genderfluid. I can’t shapeshift like my dad, Loki, I can only change into several forms of myself. Female, Male, and a few inbetweens. I pull from my closet an outfit that I haven’t touched in months. Black leather pants that go baggy around the ankles. A forest green muscle shirt that allows my sculpted male form to show. I pull on some black combat boots and tie the laces. I put on some silver chains around my neck and several gold rings. Lastly, I put on a brown belt adorned with some small daggers. I buckle it as I grab my keys and watch. I lock the door behind me, like I always do. I make my way downstairs to the living area. Soon I am in the back corner. I sit alone for a while. Then a hooded figure shows up. They pull down their hood. Loki sits down next to me as he takes off his jacket.
“I thought you didn’t want me to bother you anymore Feather.” He says as we both prop up our feet on the table. Like Father, like multi-gendered child, I guess. I look him in the eyes.
“I don’t go by that name here. You know that.” I hiss. He looks at the ground sheepishly.
“Ok then….. Sophu… tell me why you wanted to…. Talk.”
“I need you to keep on a certain… someone for me. I have reasonable suspicions of him working for my father.” Loki’s eyes widen at this. “He showed up about three days ago. His name is @Vincent 2.0. I'm pretty sure he won’t try anything around me. His companions are… close… to me. You could say. But it will be impossible to find out anything quickly enough. That's why I need you.” I practically choke on my next words. “Please.. Dad. I… need your help.” I look up at him. He thinks for a moment.
“Oh alright. But I'm gonna need something from you.” I can tell this will be hell.
“What is it?” I ask tentatively.
“My people are… rebelling, you could say.”
“And this involves me how?”
“They demand to see the heir to their throne. They demand that I show them that you are capable enough to succeed me.”
“So you want a show of strength. Should I zap some of them and throw some knives?”
“More than that. Meetings. Presentations. Councils. It will be months before they could accept you.”
“Months??” I stared at him for a moment. “I can’t leave for months. Are you crazy?”
“No. And you said it yourself. If your father sent one of his cohorts after you, he knows you're here. He will have to search for you again if you leave abruptly.” He pauses for a moment. He stares at me. “What do you say my dear?”
“Two weeks. I’ll go with you in two weeks. I have some stuff I need to take care of first.”

I wake up in my own bed for once. I listen to the familiar hum of my floating socks for a while. I manage to untangle myself from @Vincent Goodspeed. He complains a bit. But I have something more important today. I shower and take extra care of my hair. I swirl in a mist for a bit before shifting into my male form. Chiseled jawline. Short hair. Mansculine eyebrows. Smaller lips. For a little clarification, I’m genderfluid. I can’t shapeshift like my dad, Loki, I can only change into several forms of myself. Female, Male, and a few inbetweens. I pull from my closet an outfit that I haven’t touched in months. Black leather pants that go baggy around the ankles. A forest green muscle shirt that allows my sculpted male form to show. I pull on some black combat boots and tie the laces. I put on some silver chains around my neck and several gold rings. Lastly, I put on a brown belt adorned with some small daggers. I buckle it as I grab my keys and watch. I lock the door behind me, like I always do. I make my way downstairs to the living area. Soon I am in the back corner. I sit alone for a while. Then a hooded figure shows up. They pull down their hood. Loki sits down next to me as he takes off his jacket.
“I thought you didn’t want me to bother you anymore Feather.” He says as we both prop up our feet on the table. Like Father, like multi-gendered child, I guess. I look him in the eyes.
“I don’t go by that name here. You know that.” I hiss. He looks at the ground sheepishly.
“Ok then….. Sophu… tell me why you wanted to…. Talk.”
“I need you to keep on a certain… someone for me. I have reasonable suspicions of him working for my father.” Loki’s eyes widen at this. “He showed up about three days ago. His name is @Vincent 2.0. I'm pretty sure he won’t try anything around me. His companions are… close… to me. You could say. But it will be impossible to find out anything quickly enough. That's why I need you.” I practically choke on my next words. “Please.. Dad. I… need your help.” I look up at him. He thinks for a moment.
“Oh alright. But I'm gonna need something from you.” I can tell this will be hell.
“What is it?” I ask tentatively.
“My people are… rebelling, you could say.”
“And this involves me how?”
“They demand to see the heir to their throne. They demand that I show them that you are capable enough to succeed me.”
“So you want a show of strength. Should I zap some of them and throw some knives?”
“More than that. Meetings. Presentations. Councils. It will be months before they could accept you.”
“Months??” I stared at him for a moment. “I can’t leave for months. Are you crazy?”
“No. And you said it yourself. If your father sent one of his cohorts after you, he knows you're here. He will have to search for you again if you leave abruptly.” He pauses for a moment. He stares at me. “What do you say my dear?”
“Two weeks. I’ll go with you in two weeks. I have some stuff I need to take care of first.”

I wake up in my own bed for once. I listen to the familiar hum of my floating socks for a while. I manage to untangle myself from @Vincent Goodspeed. He complains a bit. But I have something more important today. I shower and take extra care of my hair. I swirl in a mist for a bit before shifting into my male form. Chiseled jawline. Short hair. Mansculine eyebrows. Smaller lips. For a little clarification, I’m genderfluid. I can’t shapeshift like my dad, Loki, I can only change into several forms of myself. Female, Male, and a few inbetweens. I pull from my closet an outfit that I haven’t touched in months. Black leather pants that go baggy around the ankles. A forest green muscle shirt that allows my sculpted male form to show. I pull on some black combat boots and tie the laces. I put on some silver chains around my neck and several gold rings. Lastly, I put on a brown belt adorned with some small daggers. I buckle it as I grab my keys and watch. I lock the door behind me, like I always do. I make my way downstairs to the living area. Soon I am in the back corner. I sit alone for a while. Then a hooded figure shows up. They pull down their hood. Loki sits down next to me as he takes off his jacket.
“I thought you didn’t want me to bother you anymore Feather.” He says as we both prop up our feet on the table. Like Father, like multi-gendered child, I guess. I look him in the eyes.
“I don’t go by that name here. You know that.” I hiss. He looks at the ground sheepishly.
“Ok then….. Sophu… tell me why you wanted to…. Talk.”
“I need you to keep on a certain… someone for me. I have reasonable suspicions of him working for my father.” Loki’s eyes widen at this. “He showed up about three days ago. His name is @Vincent 2.0. I'm pretty sure he won’t try anything around me. His companions are… close… to me. You could say. But it will be impossible to find out anything quickly enough. That's why I need you.” I practically choke on my next words. “Please.. Dad. I… need your help.” I look up at him. He thinks for a moment.
“Oh alright. But I'm gonna need something from you.” I can tell this will be hell.
“What is it?” I ask tentatively.
“My people are… rebelling, you could say.”
“And this involves me how?”
“They demand to see the heir to their throne. They demand that I show them that you are capable enough to succeed me.”
“So you want a show of strength. Should I zap some of them and throw some knives?”
“More than that. Meetings. Presentations. Councils. It will be months before they could accept you.”
“Months??” I stared at him for a moment. “I can’t leave for months. Are you crazy?”
“No. And you said it yourself. If your father sent one of his cohorts after you, he knows you're here. He will have to search for you again if you leave abruptly.” He pauses for a moment. He stares at me. “What do you say my dear?”
“Two weeks. I’ll go with you in two weeks. I have some stuff I need to take care of first.”

I barely hear myself talking. My ears are ringing as I process what happened. Impossible. How in the world did this… this robot apprehend my father? My father, the Elven warlord of darkness? And the one thing he wants to know about is my relationship with the human version of himself? His lying skills are that of a small child. Like if @Sweetie was a small child.
“I-I we are… close. I guess. We’ve only been together a little while.” The cyborg Vincent looks at me.
“Alright. That's all I needed to know.” He’s so abrupt and quick. Just like my Vincent. But worse.
“But what.. How did you…” I blunder through my half formed questions. He somehow understands what I’m trying to say.
“Quite simple actually. I simply sent a fake you off to another planet as a little distraction.” Unbelievable. Literally. My father falling for a simple trick. Now I KNOW he is lying. He obviously has never seen my father, let alone apprehended him.
“Now come on my non-robot companions, let's get you out of this hell-hole.” In an instant we are all back in the living room of the dorms. We all collapse on the velvet couches. Evil Franz and Meanie are sent somewhere else. I don’t worry about it. For now I focus myself on investigating this strange robot Vincent with horrible lying skills. The only way I will find out is if I can somehow access his memory banks. And I need to get close enough. The only way he would let me close enough, I presume, would be if he trusted me. So I will grab a hold of his trust and use it as a weapon. I need to start small.
“Is that a Uzi in your metal rib cage?”
“Why yes it is. How could you tell?” I take off my jacket and go through the practice of emptying it out. All of it. The spears, swords, guns, grenades, bow and arrows, shuriken, knives, javelins, darts, spikes, scythes, shields, and my rocket launchers.
“Ah I see we will get along quite well.” He smiles as he starts to examine some of my pointy toys.
“Why yes, indeed we will my good sir.” I giggle innocently. Or so it would seem. As we chatter I am thinking about taking each blade and cutting this lying robot body limb for limb and adding his parts to my collection.

this. this. THIS IS WHY I HAVE A STABBING PROBLEM. PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON I LOVE TO STAB. Also me and @Vincent 2.0. are gonna be besties. do you wanna see my rocket launcher collection?

hello anybody @Sweetie @Vincent Goodspeed @Hailey and Wailey @Vincent 2.0. anybody please move the story forward

@Sweetie you said not to write anything so this is just in my head. like one of those thought processes that is super long but happens in an instant.

Also i'm a huge mythology fan and i simp for loki so yeah and i love a complex character so yeah not to mention i m addicted to the loki comics

Oh my gods what??? That's impossible. Apprehended.... my father..... how.... nobody is able to fight him and survive, let alone capture him, except maybe my foster father. But not without help. I could fight my father, but capture him? And my father is obviously at full strength now. How could anyone fight him, and survive?! He's powerful enough to take over the world right now.
He's lying. This cyborg-Vincent is lying. He could never take down my father. I flash back to memories I tried to bury.

I'm sitting on a bench in a garden. My arm is in a sling and some bandages wrap around my ear. The light from the sun hits my eyes. I squint away as my eyes water.
"Why is he so bent on this? Why can’t he let me go? Set his focus elsewhere. Anywhere but the girl thousands of miles away trying to run away?” I look to my foster father, Loki, who is next to me. His dark black hair is shiny in the evening light. His grey eyes look pigmented against his pale skin.
“You know your…. Father.. Is stubborn. Once he sets his mind on something, he won’t stop. And you know all the reasons he needs to kill you, of all people.” His silver jewelry contrasts the dark green of his scarf.
“Yeah… I'm the only one powerful enough to combat his power and stop him from destroying the universe. And if he kills me and drinks my life blood he will triple in power and the universe will collapse under the weight of his power. I got the memo.” My foster father nodded as I talked.

“That's right. But I have taken it upon myself to look after this lovely girl who is my daughter in spirit.” He picks me up and spins me around. I giggle as he sets me down. He then takes off his gold headpiece and places it on my head. The normally small accessory of gold looks huge on me. Its horns fall crooked as the headpiece swerves lopsided on my head. The two thin plates of gold cover my eyes instead of comfortably wrapped around my foster dad’s head. He smiles as he looks at me.
“You may be a little tiny for it in size, but in heart and spirit the Loki’s crown fits you better than me. One day you will wear this crown, my little Feather.” I blush as he uses my real name. “I may be immortal, but I plan on retiring in the next century or so. Someday you will be the queen of my people. My icy throne will be yours one day, Feather Loki-son!” I blush as he calls me his daughter yet again. Another memory finds itself in the first one’s place.

“You can’t possibly have picked this… this.. Elven runt as your heir. Honestly brother, even I expected more of you.” My uncle yells as he slams his silver hammer on the table. My new father, Loki, is next to him, trying to explain.
“I picked her for good reason. She has what it takes. And she needs us. She needs the safety the position will give her. The heir to the throne of Frost Giants. The princess of the Icy World. I trust her with this position more than anyone in the nine realms!” I blush at the compliment.
“Like I would believe ANYTHING you say! I love you brother, but I have no trust in you. You have literally stabbed people in the backs over fifty times!”
“Well I would never do it again, beloved older brother.” I doubt this. He IS the one that started my love of stabbing things, after all. Uncle Thor is more upset by this.
“And if I did believe you, why would your people allow a small elemental elf to take the throne of the Frost Giants? You sure as hell know this, you just wish to go against Father in every way that you can. This is ALL because Father would not let you succeed the throne. And does the girl even want this? If you ask me, she looks a tad too young to be a queen.” Thors props his feet up on the table. Loki taps his finger against the edge of the table.
“I won’t be stepping down for a century or two. By then she will be ready.” I’m uncertain of his words. Would I be ready? My uncle considers his words for a moment.
“Oh alright, but if either of you mess this up, even a little bit, I will smash your brains with this hammer.” He flips his hammer in his hand a few times before getting up to get more booze. I go up to the balcony. I enjoy the cold tendrils of wind in my face. I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to see Uncle Thor.
“Have you just decided to kill me now? Save your fancy hammer the trouble of smashing my brains?” He laughs as I say this. His strong laugh makes me feel less nervous about everything.
“Nah, I won’t smash the brains of a child just yet. But I'm on the edge about my brother.” I giggle as he stands next to me. He looks me in the eye.
“But I still doubt having a mere child be the heir of a throne of one of the nine realms.”
“As do I. Why did he choose me of all people to succeed him? Why not Verity Willis? She can see through lies. She has known him longer. She is not a child. Why me?”
“Because he can see something in you.” he answers. “But I don’t. Not yet. I can see you have potential. But your path is shaky. Your future is hard to read.” He breathes deeply. “If you are my adopted niece of my adopted brother, you should tell me about yourself” The conversation feels odd, like it is mixed up with a different memory.
“How much do you want to know?”
"Because the more I know about you, the less of a chance I will blow you up." he says. But that's not what he said. I don't remember what he said.
Suddenly I am back in the detention room, face to face with @Vincent 2.0

I don't know what to say. So I say what pops into my head first. "What kind of Rocket launcher is that on your leg?? Is that a grenade on your ankle? Do you keep ammo in your belt? How many knives can you throw at once? Do you prefer MAC-10's or AK-47's??"