[Tag: [ trickster_loki only] Location : Outside Asgard (out of other's view)
There was blood on his hands and blood on his boots. Over every conceivable area of his body, Odin was drenched in the fluid that would soon disappear of its own accord, if he let it happen. The daily warfare in Valhalla was special to him; a reminder that what was to come, what will indeed pass, and that there was naught to do but watch, wait, and
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Sometimes even standing on the earth felt like being shackled to it. Held down by all sorts of things better left unsaid.
It's during these times Loki changes his form to that of the falcon, winging away into the sky, feeling freer high among the clouds and away from the mortals and the expectations and the...everything...there than he could anywhere else.
Even an embodiment of change liked a bit of peace and quiet once in a while.
And on this once in a while, it seems his flight takes him out over the plains upon which he spies a familiar shape riding. Odin...
He could leave before he was noticed, go back. But since when had he ever backed down from a confrontation? Don't answer that. Besides...it could be...interesting. To talk. For old time's sake. Or to just antagonize the old man.
That was it.
Really.
And before he'd even finished that last thought, Loki pulled his wings close and dove toward them, plummeting down out of the sky, only snapping his wings out at the last possible moment to catch his fall and quickly shift so that when he touches ground, he is once more in the shape of a man. Directly in Sleipnir's path.
He always did enjoy a good entrance.
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And it was such a beautiful day so far, Odin thought with no small sense of irony. Indeed, it was one of his more moody days. And it was beginning to feel to Odin, that Loki, somehow managed to find him, whenever these moods struck, usually, never for the better.
“Loki…you've changed your look again, I see.” It was flat, emotionless and delivered with as much tact as he could muster together. Unless one looked at the brief showing of utter happiness that his old friend made an appearance.
Never mind what they were now, for that split second, it was as if nothing had passed between them but good will. He knew that was wrong and quickly guarded his expressions more carefully.
“Something I can help you with?” There was dancing around a subject and there was this, what they do. Since he had known of Loki’s escape, they had traded words here and there; some good and some not so good.
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Even as he offered Sleipnir a scritch between his ears, Loki smiled up at Odin in a patently false manner for there was no real cheer in his eyes. Something mocking? Certainly. But not pleasure at seeing an old friend. He never let anything of the sort show around Odin. Not now.
"Well, I thought it was time for a bit of a change, got bored you know. Plus the darker hair is all the rage these days and I'd hate to be out of step with fashion."
Yes, he's ostentatiously ignoring Odin's question.
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"No, we wouldn't want to be out of fashion," Odin replied dryly. As a god of many disguises, he knew there were many reasons. But something, anything, to fill the lull in the conversation, needed to occur.
With ease, Odin stepped down off Sleipnir, careful not to interrupt the scritching process between father and son. Sleipnir, for his part, was pleased as punch that there seemed to be no hard feelings. Despite his father's wrongdoings, he still loved his dad. Even if he did only have two legs.
"Is this where I ask again, if there is anything I can help with, or assume you need nothing." Yes, he does have a one-track mind at times.
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"Need? What do any of us need, Odin? And, truthfully," more or less, "I only came down to say hello. Didn't expect to see you 'round these parts."
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"In case you were wondering, I've cooled most tempers back home, once they heard of your bonds breaking." It was a truth in a way. There were those that thought Odin a fool for restraining them from re-capturing the trickster giant. But he had set his foot down. There was a break in the prophecy, but the prophecy itself, was not broken. He would not have Loki harmed before then, if he could help it. At Ragnarok, they were all doomed, regardless.
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And he tsked, "How kind of you. I'm sure I'll be welcomed with a feast were I to return."
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Even Sleipnir could feel the change in Odin. It wasn't a good sign.
"Be that as it may, you know the answer to that question. It is out of my hands on that score." Typical Loki. He was lucky to be alive. If it wasn't for him, they would have killed Loki and not just strapped him down.
"I was however, going to go fishing, if you cared to join?"
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It was fun.
Mostly. Usually.
"Fishing? Why do I doubt that?"
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He hadn't a good answer for that question.
"Well, what other activity would you have in mind? If you are going to insist on sticking around, we might as well have an activity that doesn't lead to us killing each other. Wouldn’t want to disappoint Fenrir."
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And that irritating smirk we all know and love, "but of course, if we did, we'd completely subvert your precious Ragnarok, now wouldn't we?"
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"Like what? Oh never mind...wait a second, do you really believe that I want that foul prediction to come true?." Face to face, Odin didn't flinch - not one bit.
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Pure unadulterated, finger poking at Loki's chest, rage.
Shifting glances back and forth toward father and revered host, Sleipnir, gave Loki a humble nudge at his hip before taking several steps back. It wasn't his fight. Sleipnir had seen enough battles. He wished for no more, today.
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Or just because it's Odin.
Hissing, "But they will, won't they? All of them. And you'll be too busy fighting to save your own pathetic life to do anything about it. That's what they say."
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Odin noted Sleipnir's reticence. Neither of them knew what he wouldn't give to keep them all alive - even Loki - especially Loki. Funny how being the only one to see the fullness of fate, there were no words to help them see ALL that he had seen.
Stepping back just far enough, a fist shot out, catching Loki at the edge of his jaw line.
"Oh, and never mention my sons again. You lost that right."
Well, someone had to throw the first punch.
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