Happy Snowflake Day!

     Happy Holidays from the Odinson family. Kriss and Loki in the back, Sigyn in the blue shirt, Hel with the fairy costume, and Fenris in the front looking all cocky. Enjoy!

The Next Generation

     Of course, all that celebrating was bound to have consequences. Two of them, in fact, lovely twin daughters, he named them Hel and Sigyn. Much to Loki's dismay, they were both perfectly mortal, just like their mother.

     Hel was fair haired and blue eyed, like Kriss, and while she had no power to speak of, she was a bit... odd, an observation Loki only made outloud once, before having his ears firmly blistered by his wife. After all, when his life consisted of gods, magic, thrones, monsters, and superheroes, where did he get off calling his daughter odd? Sigyn was brown haired, and the boldest toddler anyone had ever seen. If there was room for her in something, she crawled into it, and sometimes if there wasn't she tried anyway. She loved the outside, and being covered in dirt, and finding new things to put in her mouth. They instilled a love of books in their children early. 

     Loki began to dismay that he would have a proper heir with Kriss. Maybe her human body wasn't capable of carrying one. Not that this stopped either of them from trying. Not long after, another child was born, a boy, and the first time he was placed into his father's waiting arms, Loki's heart nearly stopped. He had a bluish tint to his skin, and he practically smelled of power. This was the one, his heir. Loki named him Fenris. 

     And life continued happily. Kriss returned to work at the hospital, this time as a science researcher, and the children flocked to their charismatic father, who insisted they learn as much as they play. 

     As they grew, while there was no uncertainty that little Fenris was the heir, both parents showered their daughters with time and love, Loki being no stranger to the pain of being 'not the favorite'. He promised he'd never make his children burn with the same agony he'd felt his entire life. Not that the girls didn't have their own little delusions of grandeur from time to time. 

     Still, Fenris was right behind them, waiting for his time to come. 

Everything He Ever Wanted

     Loki continued in his search to restore his immortality and the powers he had lost. By day he toiled away as the City Mayor, and then the Governor, and he quickly rose up the ranks to find himself on the ticket as Vice President. For the first time, the people said that the Vice President is really the person they elected, and the President was just along for the ride. They simply couldn't let said star rise so quickly. It just isn't done. By night, he poured over every tome he could get his hands on. His beloved Kriss even left her job as an Intern at the local hospital to research Alchemy while he was at work. Two sharp minds bent towards a single task. They found nothing that would return him, until the day of his installment as Vice President.

     Kriss had been trolling the local potions and elixirs shop, looking for ingredients or books they didn't already own. The shopkeeper recognized her, after all the Odinsons were regular customers of his. He said that he'd come across something recently, and when he did, he knew it was something meant for him. A special tonic, he said. Unlock your true, hidden potential, he said. He handed Kriss a bottle with a slightly glowing liquid inside, so dark blue it was almost purple. They negotiated a price, that she thought was a bit high... but for her Loki, if there was any chance at all she couldn't refuse.

     She gave it to him when he came home from work, a congratulations for having worked so hard and gotten so far so quickly, a token of her love for him. At first he smirked at the idea of a 'special tonic', but the meaning of such a gift was not lost on him, a bit foolish or not. With a wry grin, he pulled the stopper and drank down the viscous contents, and then felt the world start to spin circles.

     Suddenly he was so cold in a way he barely remembered, as the human body changed, he though he might die of it before the frost giant in him had reawakened. Loki felt the gravity of real power threatening to crush him into the earth, and the thousands of years stretching out before him, as they should have always been. When his eyes opened, he could see the nine worlds again, and considered a triumphant return to Asgard. Then he saw Kriss, standing over him, eyes wide and staring, in a state between worried, excited, and terrified, and knew he would stay. Midgard was his world now. He could only imagine how he looked, blue and covered in the swirls and glyphs of the jotunn. The grass had frozen around him where he lay, and he quickly assumed the mask he'd worn all his years in Asgard, pink and unmarked and safe to touch without injury. Loki pulled his wife into his arms... and they went inside to celebrate.

     The Vice Presidency flew by in a whirl, and on the next ticket, it was Loki's name at the top, and he didn't keep secret what he was, or the things he'd done, or how he'd been changed by his life here with his wife. What surprised him, was the sheer number of odd creatures who came out in support. Vampires, werewolves, fae, mortal sorcerers, mutants, even merfolk all stood out in support of a new acceptance in the world, with Loki to lead the way. Midgard was ascending to a new height, and these people were only the beginning. He won in a landslide of public affection that completely overwhelmed ignorant fear. The most powerful office in the world was his, and not a single drop of blood spilled.

The Bells

     The day finally arrived. After getting settled in Starlight Shores, Kriss decided it was time, and Loki readily agreed. It was hastily arranged, but still, half the town turned up to see their dashing celebrity mayor take himself off the bachelor's list for good, and he was glad to rub it in their sycophantic faces.

     With rings and vows exchanged, she promised to stay with him through whatever fate or Odin may have planned, and he promised to protect her from all that may befall her from her association with him and his ambitions. Then cake, and music, and of course... the dance with his beautiful bride.

     ... and the wedding night.

The World is Not Enough

     Loki returned to his patch of land outside the small city of hipsters. He was moved immediately to a local politician's right hand. By the next day, they knew he was too good to work for someone else, and he'd stepped into an empty seat on the city council. It wasn't enough. He was on track. He was near halfway there... but thoughts of Kriss consumed him.

     As time passed... it only got worse. He started representing his city to the state legislature, only to find his victory tasting of ash.

   
     Loki had it bad, and there was only one thing to do about it.

     He bought her a ticket to visit, and to his immediate relief, she showed up the next morning. Now he knew why there were descendants in the future, why he'd stayed instead of returning to Asgard. Maybe one world could be enough, if she was beside him. 

     Kriss was at the very least surprised, but when the shock of the moment passed, she told him yes and never went back to that shitty university town. They agreed that she should take the time to settle in before they start planning the wedding. With that taken care of, there were still parts of the future he saw that Loki needed to change. He moved on from chemistry into alchemy, seeking a release from mortal form and claiming his godhood once more.

And then...

     While he excelled in his classes (naturally), college was rough in other ways. A diva with no one to admire him, Loki took to the gym to try and work off the frustrations he felt. Pushing to the back of his mind the realization that he was in fact, lonely, he small talked with everyone he ran into, and when he smiled the people swooned, but it wasn't enough. And then... there was Kriss.

     They met while he was interviewing passing sims for his radio show, asking them questions on who they were, and how they were preparing for finals. It didn't seem all that significant at the time, but thoughts of her haunted him, and in the end, he gave in, inviting her to join him for dinner. They ate lobster thermidor, and danced to the music. Well... he danced. She mostly stepped on his toes.

     Still, the evening progressed, and as the late hours approached, they sat outside and he told her his story, pointing out the worlds in the sky and explaining where they sat on Yggdrasil. As luck would have it, she actually believed him, as opposed to calling him a crazy person... or an evil villain, or any of the other random things she could have said to push him away. 

     In the end, the night went very well. 

     As did the next night. 

     And the one after that. 

     But the impending end of Loki's last semester was looming, and graduation was nigh, along with his return to Starlight Shores, and his plan to take over the world, and reclaim his godhood. Would this be the last he saw of his lovely Kriss?

Back to the Whiteboard

     Of course, after a single day of polishing podiums at city hall, Loki's plan to take over the world nearly halted in a fit of petulant rage before it had even begun. Sure, he could smile and schmooze and manipulate his way up the ladder, but from the very bottom, it would take ages, his entire mortal life in fact, if he even made it before the flimsy flesh had given out. What he needed, was a boost... which after some research he learned would come with a single piece of paper... a college degree. Schooling? In the mortal realm? Surely it couldn't be all that difficult...

     And so it was, that Loki, the adopted son of Odin discovered the University. the source of knowledge and learning on Midgard soil. The application posed no threat to his cunning plan, and after coaxing the gullible banking system for some money, a  feat he would do many times over the course of his college career, he enrolled for classes.

Semester 1: Quantitative Models in the Truth 201, A Communications Class activity that consisted of learning to broadcast over radio, buttering up the public with nothing but smoothness of delivery and clever propaganda, a lecture hall of course, and for the last class? A History of Slacking Off 201. He checked multiple times to make certain that was a required course. He hit the books like they had Thor's face on them.

     In his spare time however, Loki made a discovery that might have been even more important than his degree. He stumbled upon chemistry. In this, was a new kind of control over the mortal body and all it's functions. Rumored to even reverse the aging process if enough of the secrets were unlocked, a feat that not even the humans had mastered, Loki dove into its arts looking for the key that would return him to his former power.  

     Of course, that didn't always go as well as planned either.

Semester 2: The standard lecture and class activity with the radio broadcasts, plus the Research of Academics 302, something the mischief god was convinced was thrown onto his schedule just to screw with him, and what class would likely be the bane of his existence thus far, The Renaissance of Morals 302. Naturally this would just have to be an exercise in telling people what they want to hear... right?

Finding the Right Motivation

     Of course, what Loki found on the other side of the mysterious portal, wasn't anything close to what he had expected. He'd hoped for a secret way back to Asgard. Instead, this might have been even better. Loki discovered the future, and what a discovery it would turn out to be. He spent some time wandering the tall glass spires, finding the records of the past, and trying to put together how far from his local time he'd actually come. The technology came easily to him, who grew up in the halls where science and magic are often spoken of interchangeably. It wasn't Asgard, but that didn't mean that the toys weren't fun.

     What hit the former god the hardest though, was discovering that he had descendants living in this time and place. Immediately, he went to go see them, and discover what had become of his line. What he found... were more mortals, with no link to what he used to be. He'd never found his way back to his powers. He'd never accomplished anything. His grandchildren of however many greats lived in a run down shack on the edge of town. The were ordinary. Pathetic.

     He swore that he wouldn't allow it, and set out to see how much of it he could change. As an experiment, he thought that perhaps money would be the easiest way to test how pliable this future was. Digging laboriously through the city hall records, he discovered the perfect way to add a quick infusion. Lotto numbers. He wrote down the numbers to choose for the date in the present, and hurried back to play them. While he didn't hit a world record jackpot, Loki determined it was enough, and scampered back through the portal to see if there was any difference. 

     He determined this to have been a successful test, and upon returning to his present, he set out to do what he'd planned after falling from the rainbow bridge. He would take over Midgard. This time, however, he would use a completely different approach. Politics. 

Sims 3 Legacy Challenge: Loki

Legacy Founder: Loki Odinson

Traits: Ambitious, Charismatic, Inappropriate, Irresistible, Schmoozer

City: Starlight Shores

     As a punishment for having plotted against the throne of Asgard one too many times, Loki has been diminished, made human and exiled to live among the mortals he has seen as nothing more than insignificant his entire life. As one of them, the former god of mischief must now begin his plots anew, balancing the most of his new existence with his desire to reclaim the power he has now lost. 

     He has found himself on a patch of land on the outskirts of a small city on the coast of somewhere, named Starlight Shores. The town itself seems filled to the brink with hipsters, posers and artists waiting to make it big. Abandoned, alone, and not even with a house to sleep in, despair is the first thing that sinks in. Some idiot in a llama costume comes by with a bucket of junk promoting the nearby university. After the strange mortal has gone, Loki learns that perhaps not all hope is lost, as something strange appears on his neatly trimmed grass. 

Intrigued, he takes his first steps in learning what the ripples of one man's choices echo in the halls of time.