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[liugan]

[ out in the Unseelie courtyard, surrounded by inky black thorn bushes (how appropriate,) Loki sits on the ground, rustling through the plants as delicately as possible. he seems amused enough, a small bundle of the plants already gathered in a cloth in his lap. ]

Atropa belladonna. Once known to be an effective anesthetic and even as a beauty aid, but now more commonly used as a deadly poison, able to render even the most mighty of warriors powerless. A useless, hallucinating, drooling pile on the ground.

Oft considered one of the primary tools of the witch. [ he laughs a little to himself. ] How fitting.



Tell me about yourselves, my new friends. Your worlds, your myths, your folklore. Your legends and your mysteries. I will share my own, in return.

Where I come from, there are nine known, documented realms. Nine worlds. The realms of the gods, the giants, the dying, and the dead among them. I have seen most all of them myself, and I must say, they hardly compare to the remarkable land I find myself in now. Very quaint.

I am sure there are others among you who agree, no? I can't be the only one who feels so very at home here.

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[liugan]

I don't see why it's a difficult concept to grasp.

[steeledskin]

I did not know the gods had a land to themselves. That is all.

[liugan]

You did not expect us to mingle with mere humans, do you?

[steeledskin]

[ he spoke as though he were a... ]

I did not expect you to mingle at all. [ how does one address a god? she frowns. ] But now I see why it might have been easy for you to battle a giant.

[liugan]

Easy for me, of course. [ as long as this still makes him sound cool. ] But they are quite a terror to those without the proper strength to handle them.

[steeledskin]

And exactly how strong does one need to be to -- as you say -- handle them?

[liugan]

Godlike, obviously.

[steeledskin]

I did not know that all gods were strong, your -- [ your grace? my lord? she frowns. ]

[liugan]

I am partial to majesty, if the words fail you.

[steeledskin]

[ some might find such ego and presumption distasteful, but in westeros self-aggrandizing is a fact of life. she barely blinks at eye at his insistence. and although part of her wants to resist -- you are not my god; not my sovereign -- in the end, sansa was never built for protest.

it's easier by far to capitulate and not make a great fuss about it: ] Your majesty, then.

[liugan]

Good girl.

[ not that he needs ego stroking, but hey, he'll take it. ]

[steeledskin]

[ good girl. the two words inspire a flutter of contradictory feelings. on one side, they make her feel a little safer. being good -- performing to expectations -- saves you from bruises. but on the other...

well. she can't quite pin the thing that makes her feel unwholesome. ]

Are you called anything else, your majesty?

[liugan]

If you need a name, mine is Loki.

[ but he would greatly prefer the royal title tyvm. ]

[steeledskin]

I've never known a god to have a name. Titles, certainly. I know the Father and the Mother and the Warrior -- but those aren't names, your majesty.

How curious that you have one.

[liugan]

Are we not from different worlds? I've my many titles, indeed, but I have my own given name among them. The customs are simply different where you come from.

[steeledskin]

[ different? certainly. but no less curious. or -- that was the retort she'd crafted in her mind. the one she could not say, because if he's honest and he is a god... ]

As you say, your majesty. How silly of me to overlook.

[ she holds her breath. ]

[liugan]

An honest mistake, I suppose. Not everyone is so used to world traveling and learning what is customary.

[steeledskin]

I hope to learn better, in future. [ so demure! so eager to please. ] And I think you, your majesty, for this first lesson.

[liugan]

[ well, he might keep this one around, if only to keep hearing her call him that. ] Until next time, then.