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eachdraidh2014-10-04 07:02 am
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[ appearances are important, he knows β everything, almost β and fairies and their ilk aren't known for any dedication to being either honest or straight forward.
so: he's been here long enough to have worked out how the locket works, and to have decided on how he wishes to appear. "as himself" β in a manner of speaking β is easy and simple enough, and this is not the place for tantrums and demands. that had all occurred earlier, when he'd realised where he wasn't and that he could not leave. that he'd lost β again, momentarily β what was, finally and rightfully his. he's not willing to commit to an assumption one way or the other as to the presence of thor or any of the so-called "avengers", soβ
there's a drawn-out silence, whilst loki's gaze runs pointedly over the locket, eyes narrowing briefly; he looks very much as if he's considering something and, at length, he lets out an audible, almost defeated sigh. it's punctuated by a brief raising of his shoulders in a lazy, almost arrogant shrug of sorts. ]
The Realm Between Realms. [ the corners of his lips twitch upwards in a brief facsimile of a smile. the utterance itself is dry, but with the barest hint of mocking, although who or what that's directed at isn't made clear. ] I admit, it's not quite where I expected to find myself, but given the alternative, I can't really complain. Perhaps one small act of redemption can do much more than one imagines, althoughβ [ a momentary pause, hesitation gracing his features before giving way to another brief twitch of a smile (faintly amused). ] βit's no Valhalla. [ deliberate caution. after all, for all that anyone knew, after all, loki had died; only odin and thor now live.
silence again, and a fleeting glance away from the locket. ] There have been a few words, but Fair Folk tend not to be known for their dedication to honesty, and one has to be careful with what they say and how and to who, do they not? So if any truth [ wry, fleeting smirk. ] can be spared: it would be appreciated.
[ impressions can and often do tell more about a place than simple facts, and above even that, they speak more of the person holding them than anything else, and it's that that has loki's interest for the moment. ]
so: he's been here long enough to have worked out how the locket works, and to have decided on how he wishes to appear. "as himself" β in a manner of speaking β is easy and simple enough, and this is not the place for tantrums and demands. that had all occurred earlier, when he'd realised where he wasn't and that he could not leave. that he'd lost β again, momentarily β what was, finally and rightfully his. he's not willing to commit to an assumption one way or the other as to the presence of thor or any of the so-called "avengers", soβ
there's a drawn-out silence, whilst loki's gaze runs pointedly over the locket, eyes narrowing briefly; he looks very much as if he's considering something and, at length, he lets out an audible, almost defeated sigh. it's punctuated by a brief raising of his shoulders in a lazy, almost arrogant shrug of sorts. ]
The Realm Between Realms. [ the corners of his lips twitch upwards in a brief facsimile of a smile. the utterance itself is dry, but with the barest hint of mocking, although who or what that's directed at isn't made clear. ] I admit, it's not quite where I expected to find myself, but given the alternative, I can't really complain. Perhaps one small act of redemption can do much more than one imagines, althoughβ [ a momentary pause, hesitation gracing his features before giving way to another brief twitch of a smile (faintly amused). ] βit's no Valhalla. [ deliberate caution. after all, for all that anyone knew, after all, loki had died; only odin and thor now live.
silence again, and a fleeting glance away from the locket. ] There have been a few words, but Fair Folk tend not to be known for their dedication to honesty, and one has to be careful with what they say and how and to who, do they not? So if any truth [ wry, fleeting smirk. ] can be spared: it would be appreciated.
[ impressions can and often do tell more about a place than simple facts, and above even that, they speak more of the person holding them than anything else, and it's that that has loki's interest for the moment. ]
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nevertheless, there's an involuntary flicker to his expression when hiccup mentions the dark elves β its a mixture of contempt and disgust β and followed almost immediately by a light, dismissive shrug. ]
War isn't unfamiliar to any in the Nine Realms. [ beat, and thenβ ] Cute comparison.
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I don't think this is any of the Nine Realms. It's like we all fell into the land of goblins and trolls, and our home is out of reach around the corner. [ Shrugging. ] That's how it feels to me, anyway.
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the sentiment of [our] home being out of reach strikes a chord and makes him think, for a moment, of being pushed (falling) from the bifrΓΆst, of thanos and the chitauri and poor deals struck, and so he smiles. it's a thin sliver speaking more of private amusement than humour per se, and he hums in acknowledgement. ] The worlds outside the Nine Realms tend to be home to creatures far less hospitable than those within. [ agreement, in essence. ] Midgard, no? Your [ pointed. ] home.
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The gods wouldn't get trapped like everybody else.
[ Right? That's what Stoick has always impressed upon him, that Thor is Mighty. Asgard is glorious. Was Hiccup's dad wrong? That can't be.
This one isn't Thor though, that much is obvious if he really is from where he says.
On the other hand, Hiccup really just doesn't want to be trapped in one of those twisted sagas the gods are rife in. ]
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a cant of his head and a setting of his jaw. it's a sore point, the fact that he's here and he can't leave when he ought to be able to. thanos, the other, even earth ought to have humbled him, but it's evident β in this brief moment β that none of it has. he'd made a point, once, of mocking the fact that they β asgardians β weren't immortal in the truest sense of the word; that they could and would and did die the same as humans. that they were subject to folly and mistakes. and yet loki had always β continued to β imagine himself as above it all, as a god in a somewhat different sense (he embraced it, where thor didn't, where odin hadn't until frigga had been killed and he'd sought vengeance on malekith.) and so the doubt, the quick and easy pointing out of what shouldn't be is quick to infuriate loki and it shows for a moment. ]
Even the power and reach of Asgard has its limits. [ a breath. ] But not indefinitely.
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You're going to get us out of here? Asgard is?
[ There's a very real note of hope in the questioning gaze Hiccup sends the green-eyed one his way, that of someone who has put faith in gods before. A believer's expectations. ]
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What god β what Asgardian β would I be if I did not seek to aid those of the Nine Realms? Those that the Realm Eternal has sworn to protect for as long as it and they live? [ though he does sound arrogant (#lokiproblems), there is earnestness and a degree of questioning in his expression as if imploring hiccup to give his honest answer to the question. ]
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I ... [ No, he has to think about this. Visibly, even, Hiccup does; he wets his lips and glances down, blinks back up as he picks his words carefully. He can be surrounded by as many nutso fairies as he likes, but he isn't going to mess with the gods from his world. He's the one that will have to deal with their shit when he gets back, most likely. (It's a reasonable way of thinking about it, at any rate.) ]
Thor has always been the patron god of my home. [ The honesty demanded of him isn't disappointed, although it's awkward to admit. At least he knows better than to lie. ] I always thought he would be the one to send help, if it came.
But you're not him, are you?
[ Hiccup honestly can't tell whether he's more let down or curious. ]
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[ short answer: nah, bro, not thor. ]
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Still a shitty thing to say, he thinks. ]
Such as in a trickster? That seems a less than intelligent career move for my trust issues, no offense.
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[ Ahw Hel no. ]
Not that anyone could hold him down for long.
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[ Gobber gets really, really into some of those. Hiccup isn't going to spread that level of weird shit around, no matter whom it concerns. ]
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So, uh, you're Unseelie! I assume. I ... would think. [ If Loki is Seelie, Hiccup will eat his one good foot. ] Did you arrive in one piece?
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In as many pieces as I left. [ that is to say, entirely whole yep, and unseelie. ]
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Could I β May I meet you? In person. I'm really stoked, uh, just. Y'know, this is kind of terrifyingly amazing, I've known about you my whole life and now you're here it seems like it would be stupid not to ... [ Gesturing to All That!! ] Does that make any sense?
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Not to take advantage of the situation, you mean?
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I guess I'm already doing that, but yeah. Where can I find you?
[ Because, obviously, Hiccup isn't going to make Loki himself run around after him.
Stoick would have kittens if he did.]video; omg broken html i'm sorry
nevertheless, a moment of consideration, and: ] The courtyard. [ it's not where he is, of course, but it's where he will be. ]
videoβaction; itsk, kisses it better
Hand on a hip, he idly scuffs his peg-leg against the grass and listens to the muted birdsong, trying to pick up the sound of footsteps; he has a sneaking suspicion he won't. ]
action; oh! so kind!
he doesn't rush there after answering hiccup's question (why should he, after all?). that hiccup knows his world, knows of him and recognises him for both who and what he is— it's a mixture of the expected and unexpected. expected because he is loki, but earth as it is has stepped away from religion, from realising its place in the universe. it is and remains nothing, a backwards and, up until recently, wholly isolated planet entirely incapable of protecting itself from anything outside of its own little bubble.
he stops momentarily when he reaches the edge of the gravel: hiccup is much as he'd appeared on the locket: a boy. mortal. one-leg. (not a great surprise, not really, not considering—.) the stories had been fun: fact and fiction mixed together just to see what the mortals would do. there's no need now, he thinks, to show off, to prove himself: hiccup is just a human boy, and barely worth the effort.
nevertheless, his footsteps are quiet (habit), and he (in green and gold and black) approaches from the side, his attention seeming to be more with the garden than hiccup himself until he's not more than a few steps away.
he remains silent, then, pointedly looking hiccup up and down, a small thread of amusement pulling at the corners of his lips. a breath. ]
Everything you expected?
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