Ikol then lit on my shoulder, with an unnatural screech - Huginn and Muninn’s red eyes burnt resentment, and then they were gone.
Keep your head up, child, keep your eyes forward. Ikol whispered in my ear, his voice more gentle than I had ever known it. They speak of me, not of you.
Loki being teased by Odin’s ravens. C:
Request from Anonymous.
The er…”teasing” turned out to be really severe and dark, sorry, the image got stuck in my head and wouldn’t leave.