Who: Loki and YOU! Where: The parlor to start, then wherever. When: Day 004, whenever Loki arrives. What: The God of Mischief arrives in the house and insurmountable problems ensue. Warnings: None yet.
Loki listened to her words describing the other people and things that had happened to Nina in the house, but that first thing she'd said was what was occupying his mind, at least at first.
People had rarely called him brave; when a society was based on running screaming head-first into battle, the one who hung back and used magic, who preferred books to beating things up, was not considered to be possessed of significant courage. Nobody understood that it often took courage to attempt a knew, unknown spell - and Loki had no illusions that this girl did understand that, but the fact was, she thought him brave merely because he'd faced monsters. Which was true, even for the real-life monsters, though as of late most of them had been in his own mind and heart.
Then he made himself pay attention to what else she was saying, recalling the bit he'd heard while pondering the implications of being called brave. Ghosts made of fire, ghosts making others quiet... and a whole list of people who sounded like they'd probably fit right in in Asgard, though the mention of a magic ring piqued his interest. "Not making extra trouble is likely a boon for those who task themselves with your defense," Loki said aloud. "And there seem to be many ghosts here to occupy them with, at any rate, as numerous as your friends sound. In what manner do they defend themselves? What sorts of weaponry do they employ?"
It sounded as though magic played a part, though still not as big a part as it probably ought in this situation. Loki had not encountered many ghosts, though it was known they existed - but that was mostly the shades in Hela's domain.
She smiled happily at the implied approval. "that's what Mister Giotto said, so I try really hard to be good and not make any extra work. Cause everyone is so busy." She nodded, bouncing on her toes. "Mister Giotto and Mister Knuckle use magic, and Mister Knuckle fights with his hands too. Mrs. Mary fights with what she can, she's really smart! And Mister Leo...ummm, I think he uses magic too." She paused, thoughtful. "Lots of people use magic here. I didn't know it was real until I got here. Mister Dean uses guns though." She nodded. "Everyone is from different places, so they use lots of different ways of fighting. But they all work hard to fight together."
That was good to know; magic seemed to be less of an oddity here, and perhaps more widely known and accepted than it had been elsewhere. Loki made note of this, and put it away. Such was a good thing; perhaps his little tricks would go unnoticed if there were others.
"There are generally greater rates of success in groups," he said, though he didn't mean it exactly. He had gone along with Thor and Sif and the Warriors Three, more because Thor had been his brother and there had been great love and camaraderie between them, despite that they had always been thought of as the golden prince and the dark prince. There had ever been that gulf between them, and yet, it had not seemed to be impassable.
Now those bridges were gone, and Loki must look out for himself more than ever, for there was no one to have his back. If indeed there ever had been.
"Yeah huh, when everyone works together it turns out better. And I bet you'll help everyone out a lot, mister." She smiled at him brightly, happy to have made a new friend, bouncing on her toes. "I hope that the thing you were doing can wait till we get home. Do you think it will be alright?"
"I suppose that question is rather pointless at the moment," Loki replied. "As I seem to have no control as to whether or not I remain here or not. It must keep regardless."
He paused. Perhaps it was not wise to antagonize children; if there were indeed others here, they would probably not take kindly to anyone who was short with this girl. It was one of the particular failings of most that they allowed themselves to be ruled by such sentiments. "But I suppose if I am here then I must help out, as you say. Perhaps you may make introductions to those you know best?"
"I guess that's true." She tipped her head to the side. "But I hope it's ok with you not there even so. Cause It'd be sad if things went wrong cause you weren't there to fix them." He sounded very important, and Nina thought lots of people might be missing him.
She nodded, beaming at him. "I can show you all my friends, Mister! It'll be fun, they like meeting new people!"
"Then lead the way," Loki said, making a little gesture with his hand. While the idea of being dragged around by a small child was not one that he particularly relished, it would be good to at least see what others he was living among. Size them up, perhaps. Or find potential allies.
People had rarely called him brave; when a society was based on running screaming head-first into battle, the one who hung back and used magic, who preferred books to beating things up, was not considered to be possessed of significant courage. Nobody understood that it often took courage to attempt a knew, unknown spell - and Loki had no illusions that this girl did understand that, but the fact was, she thought him brave merely because he'd faced monsters. Which was true, even for the real-life monsters, though as of late most of them had been in his own mind and heart.
Then he made himself pay attention to what else she was saying, recalling the bit he'd heard while pondering the implications of being called brave. Ghosts made of fire, ghosts making others quiet... and a whole list of people who sounded like they'd probably fit right in in Asgard, though the mention of a magic ring piqued his interest. "Not making extra trouble is likely a boon for those who task themselves with your defense," Loki said aloud. "And there seem to be many ghosts here to occupy them with, at any rate, as numerous as your friends sound. In what manner do they defend themselves? What sorts of weaponry do they employ?"
It sounded as though magic played a part, though still not as big a part as it probably ought in this situation. Loki had not encountered many ghosts, though it was known they existed - but that was mostly the shades in Hela's domain.
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"There are generally greater rates of success in groups," he said, though he didn't mean it exactly. He had gone along with Thor and Sif and the Warriors Three, more because Thor had been his brother and there had been great love and camaraderie between them, despite that they had always been thought of as the golden prince and the dark prince. There had ever been that gulf between them, and yet, it had not seemed to be impassable.
Now those bridges were gone, and Loki must look out for himself more than ever, for there was no one to have his back. If indeed there ever had been.
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He paused. Perhaps it was not wise to antagonize children; if there were indeed others here, they would probably not take kindly to anyone who was short with this girl. It was one of the particular failings of most that they allowed themselves to be ruled by such sentiments. "But I suppose if I am here then I must help out, as you say. Perhaps you may make introductions to those you know best?"
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She nodded, beaming at him. "I can show you all my friends, Mister! It'll be fun, they like meeting new people!"
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"Then lead the way," Loki said, making a little gesture with his hand. While the idea of being dragged around by a small child was not one that he particularly relished, it would be good to at least see what others he was living among. Size them up, perhaps. Or find potential allies.
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