Log / Decline 3rd

[sorcerous]

Who: Loki, Sansa, Sif, Thor, and open!
What: 1) Loki attacks Sansa, 2) Loki is hunted down and captured, and 3) OPEN - Loki does mischief. If you want him to do something to your character you can either tag in here or hit up the the ooc post. I'm cool with handwaving.
Where: Around Schwanheim
When: Yesterday, today in the morning
Notes: Scenarios 1-2 will be each given their own thread in this post; if you want 3, feel free to tag in.

Close to Schwanheim, a wolf still stalks.

He has caught a familiar scent, and his movements are imbued with a sense of urgency. Whatever he does, he must do it today.

Or else...

Or else.

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[sorcerous]

Loki is a battle of instincts; he is shivering.

He will not. He will not let himself be held. He would rather be collared and chained than held. So he holds still, on his belly, trembling -- his only method of refusal.

[thoreal]

Thor stares down at the wolf for a long moment before inclining his head in weary approval. He has the feeling that Sif is right on both counts -- and again, the uneasy sense that he'll be asking Sif for a great deal on this matter, at least at first.

"Bring the horses here, Sif. We will wait." He nods in the direction they came from, to their tied horses.

[brosif]

She looks at the wolf, and already has the sense -- as if the day had not already aptly proved it -- that the ride back will not be an easy one.

"Try not to kill each other while I'm gone."

She sets off for the horses.

[sorcerous]

The wolf's green eyes are distant and pained.

It has happened again. Again, he let himself be driven into villainy, and again, he has allowed himself to be pulled away. The first time, it was the thought of you may be the hero this kingdom needs, and it had satisfied Loki's ego, made him think, again, that he had been the one wronged and Thor deserved what he had gotten. But, then, blood always tells true, and Loki had not stayed a hero for long.

He is a monster. He always will be, it seems, when it comes to terror or need. All Asgard did to him was raise in him a will not to be. If only he could forget that will, if only he could surrender himself to chaos -- if only.

He does not look at Thor. The only movement he makes is a quiet shift, sliding his wounded forepaw under his chin, protectively.

[thoreal]

Loki may not look at Thor, but Thor does look at him. He sits down slowly, a little gingerly with his wounded leg, his blue eyes not breaking from the wolf for a second once they leave Sif. He looks tired, and aggrieved, and always with Loki now, a little sad.

"I had hoped..." he begins in a low murmur, but lets off, shaking his head. Perhaps he had only been foolish to believe things would be different here. But the other Loki was savage, too, in his own way.

[sorcerous]

Thor's disappointment hits like a blow. You could not let me go, he thinks. Thor has no right -- he has no right --

Loki jumps to his feet and turns away from Thor, a hint theatrically, padding off after Sif.

[brosif]

Sif is returning with the horses, and though she hadn't witnessed the scene between the two sons of Odin, she can guess well enough how it went.

She looks down at Loki, meaningfully. "I am upset with you."

He'd helped her when she lost her own mind to a change, and didn't think to ask the same in return. It's very strange, how much that annoys her.

And then, to Thor, but certainly loud enough so that Loki knows it is meant for his ears as well: "I have no intention of getting in the middle of whatever this is between you."

[sorcerous]

If he had voice to speak, he would find words to cut her. He would say, perhaps, that this was not his responsibility, that this place gave him a role he could not overcome. -- No; she deserves no explanation from him. Not when this is how he is greeted.

He snarls at her, abruptly and quickly. No move to attack, just that -- just the only communication he can manage.

His fury gives him new strength. He steps past her, sniffs and scents the path back to the village, and starts up it on his own, at a slow trot.

[thoreal]

"Loki--" He begins to hurry forward, thinking that Loki is trying to run again. But he stops when he realizes his brother's goal, exchanging a glance with Sif instead. Well, Loki was always proud... and, if truth be told, petty.

He takes the reins from her and swings up onto his horse instead, urging it forward to lope next to Loki.

[brosif]

She shares a look with Thor. At least this is some guarantee that Loki is of his own mind.

But his own mind can be exceedingly petty. She stamps down the want to run after him, to reach some sort of understanding. It is a new inclination on her part, and she reminds herself that such impulses have suited Thor poorly for well over a thousand years. She will attempt to speak to him after some time has passed.

She goes forward on her own horse, keeping more of an eye on the first prince than the second.