homecoming [open]

[sorcerous]

WHO Loki and OPEN
WHERE Around the town, along the road to the town.
WHEN Rebirth Height 17
WHAT Loki has returned D:
NOTES Let me know where you're tagging/whether he's in fox or human-ish form.

His wings tire, after a time, and he drops, lands on the ground and shifts, trotting the rest of the way.

He's in the town, noting the unusually high buildings, the long shadows, before he realizes that he never returned to human form. That he is a fox, dodging among alleys and winding through the streets.

He shifts in the shadow of a building, and his skin feels stretched tight, thin.

It takes him a long moment to remember how to walk.

And then he returns to his lodgings, empty, alone, hardly believing that it has been a bare handful of days since he left.

He does not look for Thor.

Comments

[greatsquirrelhunter]

This made Faolan happy, falling back and batting at the fox with soft paws. He liked playing with Loki; liked that they could both be animals together, liked that Loki would roughhouse with him.

[sorcerous]

Loki manages to roll Faolan over and bites, gently, at the scruff of his neck. Barks, softly.

No; his wolf-son was never like this. This is more like Sleipnir, too many limbs and a stumbling, playful gait.

He'd never strayed from human form, then. Now he wishes he had.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan stills under the grip of teeth, making a soft, contented noise. Mutts had carried him around like this when he was small, and Hawk sometimes picked him up by the scruff of his neck, especially when he was in wolf form. It meant he was loved, and he liked to think that Loki loved him. His low, happy whine said as much.

[sorcerous]

This meant affection, to Loki. When Angrboda drifted away on her own task, when the woods were empty save prey, when his wolf pup was small, Loki had done the same.

They are not comparable.

Faolan is not Fenrir. Faolan is not Sleipnir. He must remember.

He gives a last nuzzle and sniff, and pulls away. He must return to his lodgings.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan would never think to be Fenrir or Sleipnir. He is Faolan, and doesn't want to be any other. Nor would he be especially pleased to be just a stand in for lost children. He is a new child, and all himself.

He rises when Loki pulls away, whining good bye and barking softly after the retreating fox to remind him that he wants to play again.

[sorcerous]

The returning bark, twitch of his tail, is the closest he can get to a promise.

He is exhausted, though, and he needs to rest. To return to the right form, and rest.