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eachdraidh2014-10-04 07:02 am
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( video: open, both courts. )
[ 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. ]
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 β for better or worse β 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.
βthough, 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 β baseless, thoughtless creatures?