Action: but you never tire of dreams

[ofthebeast]

Characters: Any willing dreamers
Open? Yes
Where: In your minds
When: After the party
What: Part two of the dream plot!
Warnings:


The party went on, with the beast's head on display. A proud, twisted thing. Behind false ruby eyes, it waited. And as the music became slower and the wine less plentiful, it waited still.

Those who had gazed upon it at the ball. Those who had seen it once living in the forest. All heroes who dared to look upon its face and dream still that they would be able to live another day...

There are all sorts of ways of living. In waking. In sleep. Perhaps, now, they would find one in between.

(ooc: Feel free to keep tagging into the party post! Once your characters go home and go to sleep of their own accord, that is when the dreaming will begin. Remember, it is up to you to set up what kind of world your character is trapped in and how best to help them. Plotting post is here, make use of it!

The beast's power will wane once the bulk of the dreamers have escaped his curse. If your character was not at the party but you still want to involve them in the dream plot, that is fine! They can either help get people out or have seen the beast wandering in the woods before it was killed and have caught its attention that way.

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[bittyfun]

There are shards, fragments, and Loki's mind stitches them together into a long continuum, an endless arc of perfection.

One of his rabbits gives birth. Several little ones, ugly and sticky and perfect.

Frigga's hand stroking his hair, resting on his shoulder.

A nap under a tree, curled in the roots.

An illusion-spell well-cast, so that Thor's ears look like they drift and flap away like a butterfly. Sif and the rest laugh themselves silly, and Loki patiently and happily endures Thor's indignant roughhousing: Give them back, Loki! And best of all, a fleeting little smile of amusement on Odin's face, as he turns away to hide it, before pronouncing Loki's discipline.

A night sneaking out of his room and onto Asgard's rooftops, to watch the stars. A few drifting clouds, and then snowflakes begin to fall, hushing the golden city.

Why would he ever leave?

[ Same mun as sorcerous, hi. Using this journal because of bittyself icons. Loki is dreaming he's a child, that he's in Asgard before anything complicated happens. In order to persuade him to leave, there are a couple routes. 1: to persuade him that there is joy in his future, too (this might not work), and 2: to remind him of his rage and make him break free to pursue it.

I'm not going to guarantee any of these threads will be successful. Loki can be a bit unpredictable. ]

[consultmybooks]

Eventually, the peace of the quiet is broken somewhat, by the sound of someone clambering up onto the rooftop nearby Loki. A child about his size is silhouetted by the stars, his progress hampered somewhat because one hand clutches a long stick with dogged determination.

When he finally makes his way onto the roof, the boy collapses in a heap, but his sigh is triumphant. Then he pushes himself up, snow already melting in his black hair, and sees Loki. The child beams, an open and happy smile.

"Hi!"

[bittyfun]

Loki's world abruptly clarifies. A camera shifting into focus; he is aware of the soft sound of snowflakes. That he is here. That he... should not be here?

He shakes the sensation away, drawing his knees to his chest.

"Who are you?" he challenges.

[consultmybooks]

The boy shrugs, supremely unconcerned.

"I dunno. No one'll tell me."

The complete opposite of Loki, he flops down onto his back with a relieved sigh, letting the snowflakes fall onto his chest, his face, resting his makeshift sword beside him. "But, that's all right. I like it that way."

[canistricari]

When Loki's friends laugh, Coyote laughs along with them. He lingers in backgrounds and the corner of the eye, the teeth of this his truest form occasionally catching the light of Asgard.

[bittyfun]

Later, Loki wanders along a forest path.

"It was good, wasn't it?" he asks the figure he doesn't know is there, as he reaches out and a butterfly charmed to look like ears lights on his finger. They all look like ears now. Thor spent hours trying to catch them and put them back on his head.

The spell will wear off, soon.

[canistricari]

Coyote inspects one gleefully. The butterflies, at least, don't seem frightened of him in the least.

"Very good! The look on his face!"

[for_that_i_run]

The smile on the face of that man as he punished Loki for his... Loki? Was that him as a child? He was such a cute mischievous little guy.
And his Father, for that must really have been who the taller man was, really seemed to enjoy the prank. The poor guy couldn't keep a straight face about it at all.

Watching this scene actually made Eagle a bit homesick himself. How many times had similar situations played out between him and his Father?

[bittyfun]

The guards are dismissed, and so is Loki, and Loki makes his way out of the throne room, playing at solemnity though a smile still flickers in and out of being around his lips.

He runs into Eagle, and he freezes.

Something is wrong, he thinks. Something isn't as it should be. This person doesn't fit in this reality, and instead of seeming distant and transparent, like a shade, he makes the rest of the wold look distant.

Loki rallies.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, like he knows who this person is. He doesn't. Does he?

[for_that_i_run]

"Intruding on a cute scene, I think."

That had been unintentionally what he had been doing.

"I believe I am just here for a visit, but I am not really sure what this place is."

It did look real enough to him, fantastical, but real. It couldn't be though. Eagle knew that much.

"Maybe you can tell me, just what is this place?"

[through_fire_be_reborn]

There is a soft sound like the tinkling of small bells as a woman wrapped in red silk that seems to move like flame around her lands lightly on the rooftop next to him. This time without her mask, she says nothing, watching the boy with interest.

[bittyfun]

He shushes her.

"I can't hear the snow over that," he says. Over the bells, over the whisper of her movement.

[through_fire_be_reborn]

'Does the stillness of the world so enchant you, that you would wish nothing more than to listen to it?'

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan looks around the strange place, quickly it icing the boy asleep under the tree. He smelled familiar, which wasn't to be expected here, where nothing else is familiar. So Faolan goes over to the tree and decides to join the boy, curling up near him both as comfort and as possible protection. Someone familiar must be family, and must be protected.

[bittyfun]

Butterflies land near them, with their wings (apparently) made of ears instead of their usual patterns. They wait, quiescent, until Loki awakens.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Ears? Faolan's eyes cross as he tries to look at the sides o his head and see if his own are there. When that doesn't work, he puts his hands up, touching them to make sure.

Confident that they aren't his ears on the butterflies, he slips closer, wanting a better look.

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia likes the stars. There are so many up in the sky, bright and sparkling and ruling the sky, and with snow gently falling, it's like the world is covered with stars. She climbs her way up to the rooftop with all the bravery a twelve-year-old can be blessed with, and dusts herself off once she's at the top.

She's smiling as she stars up at the sky, too enchanted by the stars to have noticed Loki.

[bittyfun]

Loki spots her, of course; he is so attuned to sound that he has been listening to the snow. A girl moving, breathing is nothing, in comparison.

"You're intruding," he announces, shifting to his feet. "I'll call the guards."

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia quickly turns to look at the young boy, her eyes wide. Even as she shifts nervously on her feet, she frowns, giving him a long, scrutinizing look. He's either someone very important to be able to call guards, or he's bluffing.

"I'm not doing anything wrong. I just wanted a better view of the stars," she says with bravado, still frowning at him. Vaguely, she realizes she shouldn't be able to speak because she's never been able to, but such are dreams. Unusual things become accepted.

[folklorist]

[ There might be an older man sitting on top of one of the roof tops as well. He looks confused for a moment as he finds himself in an unfamiliar place and land. Definitely never seen anything like this before. His attention in drawn to the young boy who is sneaking about as well.

Helios is giving him a worried look as he keeps a wary eye on the child. It would be dreadful if something happened after all. ] Hello there.

[bittyfun]

If you do not go, I will shout for the guards.

[ He curls around his knees, stubbornly hugging them to his chest. ]

[folklorist]

O-Oh! [ He takes care in not making any threatening movements. His voice low. ] I, ah, I-I apologize. I...didn't mean to startle or frighten you. I-I'll leave if, if you want me to. [ Helios looks around the rooftop, it's dizzily high and he's not sure how he came to be up here, really. Heights are normally a problem for him though and he makes to stand up. He'll brush the freshly falling snow from his pants and hair.

He gives Loki a small smile then. His voice is soft as he asks the next question. ] Wh-what are you...doing up here all by yourself? [ Ah, well, he can't help but be a little worried. It's not everyday he sees a child sitting on top of a rooftop alone. It's cold out, but the cold really doesn't affect him with his own condition. He's not sure about Loki either. A frown. ]

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[brosif]

Idonea is a clever thing. Sif has dreamed her as such. When the ground breaks, and Idonea feels the bonds with her mother weakening, she has to think quickly.

The other children aren’t named, and thus they aren’t real. But she is real enough. She closes her eyes and looks for someone. Anyone whose thread runs close enough.

When her mother’s back is turned, when she charges to protect her children, Idonea lets herself slip through a crack. She stumbles out in gardens that are more beautiful here than in her borrowed memory. She crouches down and runs a finger over the flesh of a rich, red orchard. Strange. The plants here do not need tending to.

[bittyfun]

He doesn't see her, at first, doesn't sense her -- runs into her, full-tilt, still in mid-laugh from the sight of Thor trying to catch his ears.

"Sorry," he says, unconvincingly.

[brosif]

"If you aren't sorry, don't say it," she snaps, standing off and brushing herself off.

And that's wrong, isn't it? Better to apologize, better to slide out of his way. But she cannot unmake what she would be. There's as much anger in her, as much pride, as anything else.

"Or do you hand out apologies so easily?"