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( video: open, both courts. )
[ appearances are important, he knows — everything, almost — 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" — in a manner of speaking — 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 — again, momentarily — 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", so—
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, although— [ a momentary pause, hesitation gracing his features before giving way to another brief twitch of a smile (faintly amused). ] —it'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" — in a manner of speaking — 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 — again, momentarily — 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", so—
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, although— [ a momentary pause, hesitation gracing his features before giving way to another brief twitch of a smile (faintly amused). ] —it'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. ]
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. ]
video→action; 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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Kneeling before Thor would be instinctive, but Hiccup sinks onto his good leg partly out of a conscious desire not to cause offense or anger Loki; so much more unpredictable, already having twisted a few words over the lockets. Thor would strike Hiccup down for being outspoken, simple and easy, but this god? He doesn't want to take any chances. And he does revere him, in a way. It's what his father would do, if Stoick were here, likely the one to yank Hiccup down a lot sooner and before he could drink the sight in with wide green eyes.
People here have talked about gravity and molecules, and Hiccup is sure all of that is very important, he would like to learn more — but he cleaves to his faith. Especially when it walks and talks right in front of him. ]
More. You ... I don't have the words.
[ Hel, he had the village build a fifteen-foot metal statue of Thor just because he believed the God of Thunder was angry with them. This is quite suddenly not just a face over a locket, untouchable. This is very, very real. Hiccup would reach out and touch him if he dared, but he doesn't. ]
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still: he smiles. he can imagine odin calling him arrogant and self-indulgent, not that the all-father would have any place to talk; it's their rightful role, after all. he doesn't gesture to hiccup to stand, though he does turn away to direct his attention back to the garden at large, and he takes his time responding. ]
Who would? [ a brief but curious glance back at hiccup. ] It must be a monumental occasion. [ a breath of a pause, and then: ] It's only a pity my brother occupies our enemy's court. [ after all, he's repentant. sorrowful. eager to make up for countless mistakes over the last few years: asgard and thanos and earth. it will be easier, he thinks, to get what he wants, to do what he wants without the words of steve rogers and sif counting against him; thor will wish to believe in him, and the longer appearances work in his favour, the better. ] So tell me something: how opposed truly are they? Both the natives within each court, and— [ a gesture towards himself and then hiccup. ] us. Fostering antagonism and hate is no easy thing.
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He doesn't rise because he isn't bidden, yet his heart leaps into his throat (and into the skies, it feels like) when he hears Thor is among the Seelie. What does it say that I share a court with Loki and not the god my father prefers? Loki could assuredly cause havoc if he wanted to. For that reason, Hiccup takes it upon himself to allay the god of any provocations he might have already met. ]
You don't have to fight Thor. Not that anyone could make you, uh, but I get the feeling from talking to people that a lot of them don't want to take part in a war. I know I don't. I ... can't really speak for the natives, since we seem to be surrounded by monsters — [ orcs, imps, ] — that don't particularly seem to want to talk to me.
[ They're downright offensive, in point of fact. Hiccup freely admits he's not an impressive sight like Stoick but it's starting to grind his gears how the laughter is suddenly right back at his heels (heel) in the Drabwurld. ]
This whole war is pointless. [ — in his opinion. Killing for the sake of it, it's a terrible waste, and also; ] My family stand a good chance of being claimed by the Seelie.
omg phone tagging is hard IDK WHAT HAPPENED THERE
[ he imagines it's the truth when hiccup states that most don't want to fight and to battle: most species were lacking enough in durability, that aware of their own mortality — for better or worse — that they'd shy away from endangering themselves in any shale or form. it's a pity, he thinks: war was useful. it could (would and did) distract and divide and provide opportunity.
—though, he thinks, given the hints to the courts' power, he suspects that if they so wished, lesser beings with weaker will could be persuaded (one way or another) to participate and to fight.
still: he shrugs, the movement casual and noncommittal. ] War is a fact of life. Everyone must fight to survive [ his gaze flickers to hiccup's leg. ] in one form or another. [ he lifts his chin ever so slightly. ] It's simply a matter of embracing one's strengths and knowing one's weaknesses.
[ monsters, though. before he speaks again, he gestures loosely and lazily and without any real interest for hiccup to stand, before taking several steps to circle round him, amusement dancing across his features for several moments before passing into open curiosity and interest. ]
Do you truly think them monsters — baseless, thoughtless creatures?