Post by Loki Laufeyson on Apr 15, 2014 17:48:45 GMT -5
It was never easy easy being a trickster. Especially a famous one. Less easy when one considered how famous he was. At least no one recognised him that often. Although it was safer to keep his hood up to avoid too much recognistion. Although that brought up a whole load of new problems. Midgardians did seem to be too fond of young teenagers wearing hoods.ell, who said live was a walk in a rose garden? Loki walked through central park, musing on this topic as he tried to find somewhere peaceful. He need to think about his situation. He was strangely enough managing to get allies of sorts. People he could at least run to if he needed back up. It was nice to have friends of sorts. But he needed to get back home. The Serpent was about to destroy everything. Everything rested on his shoulders.
"Ikol, please tell me you've remembered a way to bring us home," He said, turning to look at the bird that flew along side him on noiseless wings.
"If I did, I'd tell you. I don't like being here any more than you do," The bird replied and he sicked, walking on and keeping his head bent as a passed another person.
"Not helpful, Ikol," He sighed as the woman he had passed was left far behind. Ikol cawed nervously and flew around his head. Right. Not easy. He would have to work at this the hard way.
"Is there a spell that will allow me to contact someone on the other-side?" He questioned, moving to lean against a tree.
"Perhaps, but it would be too complicated for you," Ikol said. It was a nightmare having to learn magic all over again.
"Fine,"
Staying by the tree, he watched what was going on around him, no-one else noticing the eleven year old boy, clad in greens and golds that took in the single family that was taking time to relax and be together. Everyone else was all too panicked. Loki had seen enough of that already. It was nice to have some time to be calm and gather his thoughts rather than be on the ball. To think of family - no matter how screwed up it was. So what if his adopted father wanted him dead and the rest of Asgard hated him? He did have a loving brother. Who, as far as he was aware, was going to die in very little time in his own dimension and time. He wondered if any Asgardians from other realms would end up here. And whether there would ever be a chance that they would be friendly towards him. He doubted it. That would just be too strange.
"Ikol, please tell me you've remembered a way to bring us home," He said, turning to look at the bird that flew along side him on noiseless wings.
"If I did, I'd tell you. I don't like being here any more than you do," The bird replied and he sicked, walking on and keeping his head bent as a passed another person.
"Not helpful, Ikol," He sighed as the woman he had passed was left far behind. Ikol cawed nervously and flew around his head. Right. Not easy. He would have to work at this the hard way.
"Is there a spell that will allow me to contact someone on the other-side?" He questioned, moving to lean against a tree.
"Perhaps, but it would be too complicated for you," Ikol said. It was a nightmare having to learn magic all over again.
"Fine,"
Staying by the tree, he watched what was going on around him, no-one else noticing the eleven year old boy, clad in greens and golds that took in the single family that was taking time to relax and be together. Everyone else was all too panicked. Loki had seen enough of that already. It was nice to have some time to be calm and gather his thoughts rather than be on the ball. To think of family - no matter how screwed up it was. So what if his adopted father wanted him dead and the rest of Asgard hated him? He did have a loving brother. Who, as far as he was aware, was going to die in very little time in his own dimension and time. He wondered if any Asgardians from other realms would end up here. And whether there would ever be a chance that they would be friendly towards him. He doubted it. That would just be too strange.
