Orb Post | 5th of Rebirth's Decline

[matrimony]

It's been some time since I've been away from Asgard and I recall the times I have left, it was of my own will. While I understand your land is in need of help, as some of the kind people here in town have told me, I have many things to attend to at home. Considering the events that have transpired recently, I believe my family needs me far more than the people of this land.

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[action? if this isn't cool, let me know.]

[sorcerous]

[ He skitters through the palace, heedless of any chaos caused (he trips a servant near the bottom of a set of stairs, he causes a lady to shriek in surprise, he dodges past the feet of guards), until he finds her scent. It is the smell of home, and he longs for it and fears it both. She is the only person he wants to see, but the last person he would like to find here.

He noses his way to her door and scratches at it, anxious. ]

it's cool

[matrimony]

[It takes her moment to hear the noise at the door over conversations on the orb and another to make sure she's composed enough for visitors. When she does open the door, she does so harshly and looks first expectantly around before dropping her gaze.]

Loki.

[She says no more, only takes a few steps back into the room and kneels. She opens her arms, beckoning the wolf to her.]

[sorcerous]

[ He leaps straight into her arms. Like a child, like a boy in need of comfort, and perhaps at this moment, in this time, he's nothing more than a wounded child. He buries a wet nose in her neck, and shakes in her arms.

Here, all of his schemes are forgotten. All of his mischief. He has missed her terribly, and he didn't even know it until now. ]

[matrimony]

[She holds him to her, squeezing and running her hands over his fur.]

You're alive. I had hoped, but to see you now is-

[She pulls back enough to look at him, shaking her head.]

Please, change so I may speak to you properly.

[sorcerous]

[ Soft fur, it is, suitable more to a puppy than to a full-grown wolf -- but it's dirty, from days spent this way unable to change. He gives a little half-hop like an impatient twitch, and keens. He can't. He doesn't know what's wrong with him. ]

[matrimony]

[She pulls back further, eyes searching.]

Why do you not? What happened?

[sorcerous]

[ A minute shake of his head -- this lack of communication is awful. Loki hasn't felt so helpless since the dwarves had his mouth sewn shut.

He remembers, slowly, that he should act as a king would, near her. He mustn't disappoint her any further. He straightens his back, sits, neatly, his chin high. He will at least be a good wolf, if he cannot be a man. ]

[matrimony]

[She sighs, straightening and folding her hands in her lap.]

Would the others be able to tell me?

[sorcerous]

At this, a low growl. No one has given him the time of day, since he apparently refused to turn back into a wolf. Sif has not spoken to him; Thor has not spoken to him. He is ignored about the town. Infuriating, for one whose pride is such as Loki's.

In part, he blames them. If they could awaken him from the wild, why could they not pull him back into his own form? It must be because they rejected him so.

[matrimony]

She sighs, taking the growl as a negative and reaches out to place a hand on his neck. "I suppose that means we'll just have to be the ones to figure this out."

She pets him softly, mind wandering. "I haven't had the chance to learn much about this land, but I was told there were those who practice sorcery here. I do not know their skills or loyalties yet, but do you believe they could be of help?"

[sorcerous]

If he were a cat, he would pur at her touch. As it is, he licks her hand and hops up onto the bed provided, curling close around himself.

A shake of his head. He outpowers most of them, anyhow, and the rest he doesn't trust.

why did i get no notice for this

[matrimony]

She stands and sits on a real seat, watching him with a mix of fondness and worry.

"We will find some way, my son. I swear it."

[sorcerous]

He trusts her. He does. There's a little twitch of his tail, a half-wag. He's not accustomed to controlling the display of his emotions, in this form. And so his hope strains in every muscle.

[matrimony]

She smiles.

"Would you rather we stay here or shall you accompany me while I explore this castle?"

[sorcerous]

He gives a little bark, and stays, nosing at the bed next to him. He just wants to sit with her, quietly, unspeaking. He wants to absorb her presence.

[matrimony]

She takes the hint and moves to sit on the bed next to him. She reaches out to him again, running fingers over the fur on his back. "Stay we shall."