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Who: Loki and YOU!
Where: The library, to start.
When: Night 004
What: Loki's first night at the house - let's make it eventful, or at least interesting, because when trickster gods get bored bad things happen.
Warnings: None yet.
One of the more obvious ways Loki was set apart from others was that he had a great affinity for reading and learning obscure things, or perhaps learning in general. While the others had not been complete idiots, Loki had always been the most intelligent of them all, shown the most aptitude for the art of learning. While the others had preferred to go off, pretending to slay dragons or stop an invasion from Jotunheim singlehandedly (and how strange such things seemed to him now, as though they had happened to someone else entirely and Loki was merely observing), Loki had spent long hours poring over what books the many libraries in Asgard had to offer.
He had been a voracious reader - still was - and perhaps then it was unsurprising that he had found his way into the library, leaving only cautiously and for the important things, like sustenance. Those he had spoken with had not been telling tales; it was not a nice place to be at night, this house. Loki disliked it.
Too, he disliked how chilly it became. While he hardly had a problem with the cold (he had his heritage to damn or thank for that, as it was) he did not necessarily want it. But his breath misted before him as he turned the page of the book in his lap. It seemed stained by blood, or some other vile substance that he did not wish to think about, but its contents were most interesting - for what else could truly hold the attention of a trickster?
Where: The library, to start.
When: Night 004
What: Loki's first night at the house - let's make it eventful, or at least interesting, because when trickster gods get bored bad things happen.
Warnings: None yet.
One of the more obvious ways Loki was set apart from others was that he had a great affinity for reading and learning obscure things, or perhaps learning in general. While the others had not been complete idiots, Loki had always been the most intelligent of them all, shown the most aptitude for the art of learning. While the others had preferred to go off, pretending to slay dragons or stop an invasion from Jotunheim singlehandedly (and how strange such things seemed to him now, as though they had happened to someone else entirely and Loki was merely observing), Loki had spent long hours poring over what books the many libraries in Asgard had to offer.
He had been a voracious reader - still was - and perhaps then it was unsurprising that he had found his way into the library, leaving only cautiously and for the important things, like sustenance. Those he had spoken with had not been telling tales; it was not a nice place to be at night, this house. Loki disliked it.
Too, he disliked how chilly it became. While he hardly had a problem with the cold (he had his heritage to damn or thank for that, as it was) he did not necessarily want it. But his breath misted before him as he turned the page of the book in his lap. It seemed stained by blood, or some other vile substance that he did not wish to think about, but its contents were most interesting - for what else could truly hold the attention of a trickster?