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

[shorterinperson]

She crossed her arms and glared up at him.

"I'm only trying to help, you know." She huffed. "I can't do a blasted thing from down here."

[sorcerous]

That was pretty much the plan.

He turned away, deliberately (though his ears were still perked) and carefully licked a paw. Grooming in a way that was more catlike than foxlike.

[shorterinperson]

"What in the world is wrong with you, little fellow?" She was more asking herself than him, as she reached out with her own Gift to see what she could see.

[sorcerous]

She would see: power. Power bound and constrained, but shining terribly bright. Loki was a thing inhuman, long-lived, and he had dedicated that immortality to becoming all that he could be.

This was clearly no ordinary fox.

[shorterinperson]

It clearly wasn't a curse, either. Although she was aware of the constraints, they were held in deeper than any sorcerer she had heard of could place them there. She withdrew her magic and frowned at the fox again.

"What are you? Who are you?"

[sorcerous]

They were the constraints of Schwanheim. The constraints of the summoning, the spell that bound his powers to something small and weak, that took away his natural strength and gave him ice, and illusion, and nothing more.

He stepped, cautiously, closer to the roof's edge. Rested his head on his paws. No threat, no growl, no claws.

[shorterinperson]

She sighed in exasperation.

"You're going to get yourself killed running around the town like this. Foxes are pests in these parts."

[sorcerous]

Then: a bark and growl, both. He can defend himself.

[shorterinperson]

"Fine," she snapped, "be that way. Forgive me for caring."

[sorcerous]

Never mind him, he's just going to flounce off over that roof.

Loki, after all, rarely admitted he was wrong. In any instance.