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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[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."

[bittyfun]

"You should know," admonishes Loki. "Without anyone telling you."

The snowflakes don't melt on his skin, but he doesn't feel cold.

[consultmybooks]

"Nah, you're not gettin' it. It's 'cause no one's tellin' me anymore that I don't know. But I like it that way! With no one tellin' me, now I can be whoever I want to be."

He smiles contentedly up at the sky before looking over at Loki. If he notices the fact that the snow isn't melting on him, he doesn't comment.

"What about you? What's your name?"

[bittyfun]

"Loki." The idea makes him obscurely uncomfortable. Not depending on anyone else, simply creating his own identity from scratch. "Are you a dwarf?"

[consultmybooks]

"Maybe." The boy sounds supremely smug with that one word. "I always got told that I was a human being, like all the men down across the bridge. But I might be a dwarf, now. I think I'd make a good dwarf. But, nah, I don't really wanna be. I wanna be a warrior, like all the men in Valhalla."

[bittyfun]

"You're human?"

Loki perks, leaning forward. He's heard a lot about humans, though he's never met one.

"How old are you?" he asks, suspiciously.

[consultmybooks]

"Ten."

It's the first answer Loki's gotten that hasn't been accompanied by a pause to get the story straight.

"Will I get any older, here?"

[bittyfun]

"Unless you eat any apples," says Loki. The apples aren't the secret to Asgardian longevity, but they certainly help, and a mortal eating one would be ... more than mortal, after. "What's it like on Midgard?" He is honestly curious. He has never been, and has heard it is a place of petty squabbles and filthy towns.

[consultmybooks]

"It's..." The boy does think, trying to muster the words, but finally lets out a frustrated noise and kicks his feet against the roof. "How should I know? It's a world! You're askin' me to talk about my whole world?! I never even saw that much of it! Just my little town with my mum an' dad! Ask me somethin' easier! Like, what kind of animals we had, or the kinds of monsters we fought."

[bittyfun]

Loki rolls his eyes. "Then tell me about the part you know, if you know so little," he shoots back.

[consultmybooks]

The boy nods, apparently satisfied with this arrangement.

"D'you know about planes? I know lots of stuff about planes. I lived on an island, so we got good at making planes! That way we can fly over to other places that bother us and blow 'em up!"

[bittyfun]

Loki's brow furrowed. "Is it a sort of bird?" he asked. "We don't have to use birds to fly."

[consultmybooks]

"'Course it's not a bird. We don't use birds to fly! Birds are nasty and disobedient an' they need feeding anyway. Nah, a plane's a machine! Gears an' metal an' propellers an' guns attached to blow Germans right out of the sky! My favoirte's the Mosquito! Spitfire's all right, too, I guess."

...it's obviously a subject the boy is passionate about.

[bittyfun]

"Birds are too obedient."

It's possible that Loki just wants an excuse to be defensive.

"So long as you speak to them the right way," he clarifies. "And they don't spit fire at you if they're cross."