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As the Dust Settles | Open(ish) RP
As she looked up at the All-father her eyes still held tenderness, finding herself standing in one of the last places she had ever wanted to be. She was a lady of Asgard, and yet she stood at the bed of a quite badly injured Prince, a man she considered a friend. “I am not here to take him away from you,”
And yet as Freyja spoke she gave a soft sigh, because she could not simply abandon her given duty. In truth she had come to simply wait, and hope with the rest of them that there would be no need of her on Loki’s behalf. She looked up at Odin as he was brought to his full height, slowly removing the golden helm and closing her eyes.
“So long as he has breath, he will stay.” She corrected, her tone almost a breath, her fingers still resting on his cheek gently, feeling the air that drew raggedly in and out of his lips. She took a step back from the imposing man in front of her, not nearly full of enough bravery to try and face down the All-father.
Frigga:
Freyja’s appearance woke the Queen from her stupor. She placed herself between the bed and the new arrival in silent support of her husband’s words.
She would be dammed to Surtur’s fiery pits for the rest of time before she let her son go, or all the effort that was put into making him whole go to waste. This was not a day for death.
Loki:
Loki stirred a little under the golden spell as voices sounded about him, reminding him that he was part of the world of the living—but he did not quite wake.
Cat squirmed in Thor’s grasp, protesting even more loudly at being handed to a total stranger. Fixing his bright green eyes on Thor in a look which could only be described as challenging, he sank his teeth into the god’s thumb.
A long, arduous night stretched out before Sif’s mind’s eye, but she gave Thor one decisive nod. She would seek Jane, but first she would stop at her own flat to search high and low for any misplaced Asgardian magic she may have left. A healing stone, perhaps, enough to patch the lung she feared Loki had punctured, or some bleed that wept inside him.
Sif took heart at Odin’s fierce denial of Freyja, who was her friend, but would not take Loki again this day. She let out a breath and fled the confines of the tiny space and the heat of bodies, tired legs taking her back the way she’d come.
“No, please, I’m his friend!” Summer panicked, seeing the other turn away, the door sliding closed. Some miracle seemed to jerk it open again before her, a tall, dark woman striding out, who seemed not to even see the diminutive redhead. “Please,” Summer cried, her voice cracking.
He might not count her a friend, but she counted herself one, and she had so few. Desperation led her to drop her shields, to shove a pulse of begging/demand/love into the flat.
As the Dust Settles | Open(ish) RP
Thor cast a lingering glance back at those in Stark Tower, and the destruction that had been wrought, before following Sif to Loki’s apartment— the location of which had stayed a mystery up to now. If the apartment had been small before, it was positively minature when stuffed with five Asgardians.
He happened to be the closest to the door when there came a knock upon it, not a moment after they had all filed into the apartment. Adding a frown to his already grim countenance, he cracked the door open, unwilling to allow whatever mortal had decided to pester them witness the unusual company Loki was holding. His expression didn’t shift an iota as he eyed Summer. ”Yes?”
There had been no words spoken the whole trip to Loki’s lodgings. Frigga would steal glances at everyone but was too tired to actually do anything. She took comfort in her husbands intervention.
As they settled, the mother took her place by her sons side, keeping watch for any signs of pain or consciousness. Her heart was too broken to even notice her surroundings properly.
She did not even hear someone at the door, nor did she care much really.
The shadows of the room fell irregularly as the All-Father placed the body down gently, the warm light still shimmering around his form. He traced his wizened hand beside Loki’s cheek, just shy of touching it, brushing aside disheveled strands of hair in a slow, lingering motion. For a moment, Odin simply breathed.
“I’ve cast a form of the Odin-Sleep over him,” he addressed the rest of the room, his shoulders sagging as he supported himself over Loki’s body. “It should block the pain and keep him in stasis for now,” his brow trembled, an indication of the effort, “but I cannot hold this spell for long.”
His fingers hovered over his son’s still hand, a motion he remembered receiving when he himself had been struck down by the deep sleep. “I must not stay,” he drew his hand back, reluctant.
Freyja found herself in the small apartment complex without much announcement of her presence, wearing the golden helm representative of her duties. She stepped through the small shattered door and surveyed the room, feeling inside it a soul close to death. While the battle had happened on Midgard, she had still come to collect those who may have fallen, and it seemed she had come none too soon. She stepped gracefully into the bedroom, eyes cool as she looked down at Loki, laid low as he was. Her voice though, held still its usual notes of tenderness as she looked up and spoke to Odin.
“You may return; the boy will find his destination, where ever it lies.” Even in collecting the dead, Freyja could not shake herself of Love. She extended a hand, brushing it softly over Loki’s battered cheek, ice melting away from her eyes as she felt the breath still rattling through him.
—
Cat squirmed in Summer’s grasp, protesting in a high, strident voice. He paused when Thor spoke, staring at the God of Thunder out of startlingly familiar vivid green eyes.
Thanks to Odin’s spell Loki slept on, and the sleep was blessedly untroubled by either physical pain or nightmare. He lay unprotesting on the bed, still dressed in the tatters of his armour, bruises looking a little less dire under the golden glow of Odin’s magic.
All Sif could think in the crowded room was how she wished Loki could see them all and know the strength of friendship and family that surrounded him. He would name them all Friend of Thor, and no relation to him, but here they were.
To her, it was too crowded, too close. Too many bodies vying for the same small space. She felt raw, nerve endings frazzled, like the smallest sounds made her jump out of her skin and she could not breathe.
She sought Thor, her only true conscious friend in the room, in the world. “We may be in need of supplies,” she told him in a low voice, standing near the door, “I shall fetch them from — ” of course they would need supplies — the Odinsleep (Lokisleep) would be temporary, and she would not lose him to death again. Nor would Thor, she knew. “I shall fetch them.”
The master bedroom was crowded enough so Heimdall stayed in the living room, knowing that the first faces Loki should see first had to be his family’s and dearest. He looked up at the sound of the knock and gazed through the door to see a girl holding a cat. Knowing that she posed no threat, he turned his attention away from her. She had unusually timing and he hoped that the disruption went unnoticed by the others.
The moment the door opened, Summer knew /exactly/ what had caused that ill-at-ease feeling. Her mouth had been open to speak, and the force of all the swirling emotions within struck her like a blow, driving the breath out of her lungs. Only years of hard-fought control enabled her to wrest up shields like walls of adamantium, and the tingles running up her spine foretold trouble if she didn’t burn off soon.
Dragging in a ragged breath, she offered Macrowafter to the towering blond figure filling the door. “I … this is Loki’s cat. I’m his friend. Please, is he okay? Is there /anything/ I can do?”
Inane, ordinary, human question. She knew he wasn’t okay.
collect your courage: As the Dust Settles | Open(ish) RP
collect your courage: As the Dust Settles | Open(ish) RP
Thor cast a lingering glance back at those in Stark Tower, and the destruction that had been wrought, before following Sif to Loki’s apartment— the location of which had stayed a mystery up to now. If the apartment had been small before, it was positively minature when stuffed with five Asgardians.
He happened to be the closest to the door when there came a knock upon it, not a moment after they had all filed into the apartment. Adding a frown to his already grim countenance, he cracked the door open, unwilling to allow whatever mortal had decided to pester them witness the unusual company Loki was holding. His expression didn’t shift an iota as he eyed Summer. ”Yes?”
[<.< >.> whose turn is it?]
Feline Bliss | Closed RP
“I’m on the floor because the **** cat tripped me getting up to answer /your/ frantic knock, and there’s nothing /wrong/ with Cat if you gave him catnip!” Releasing Stormlight, Summer pushed herself up from the floor, struggling briefly against putting her hands on her own loose hair. “I’m going to cut it all off, I swear it.”
Yanking the strands into a quick lovers’ haste knot, she beckoned to Loki. “Give me Cat. He’s probably just stoned. Also, if you want my help, it really does work better to /ask/.”
Loki carefully put Cat in her hands, his fingers ever so gentle on the little animal. ”What—I did not know that this ‘catnip’ was some sort of hallucinogen! You must fix him. If I have harmed him by this—” he abruptly stopped speaking, his mouth hard and his face pale.
“I just said, /ask/.” Summer arched an eyebrow at Loki, face stern, before stroking Cat’s furry belly. “Bless his wee bones, he’s fine. He’s just verrrrry happy right now. Yes, silly Cat, your papa is all wound up over nothing.” She tried to blow a raspberry on the black belly and ended up snorting fur instead, giggling.
Nestling the relaxed Cat into the pile of pillows, she said, “Catnip affects different cats differently; it’s like liquor to humans that way. Some cats get hyper on it, like Doc; other cats get very relaxed. Stormlight gets chatty.”
Hearing her name, the tiny tortoiseshell darted up, inspected Loki’s shoes, then padded over to inspect Cat. Her tail began to wave gently, and she started to wash his ears.
“You might have warned me.” Loki said crossly. ”I thought I’d killed him! Do all ‘cat treats’ produce such alarming effects?”
“As I recall, we got more than a little sidetracked last time.” Summer folded her arms and glared at him. “Interesting that you’re this upset about it, though. You do know cats have short lifespans compared to humans, right?”
Feline Bliss | Closed RP
She looked up from an uncomfortably sprawled position on the floor. “Ow. Why are you /punning/ at me.”
The silver tabby made a dart at the open door, and she lunged at the cat. “NO, Stormlight. Not in the city. Get inside before they all decide to leave!”
Loki pulled the door closed just in time, and scowled down at Summer.
“Why are you on the floor—get up and tell me what on earth is the matter with Macrowafter! I bought the catnip at your suggestion, if you recall!”
“I’m on the floor because the **** cat tripped me getting up to answer /your/ frantic knock, and there’s nothing /wrong/ with Cat if you gave him catnip!” Releasing Stormlight, Summer pushed herself up from the floor, struggling briefly against putting her hands on her own loose hair. “I’m going to cut it all off, I swear it.”
Yanking the strands into a quick lovers’ haste knot, she beckoned to Loki. “Give me Cat. He’s probably just stoned. Also, if you want my help, it really does work better to /ask/.”
Loki carefully put Cat in her hands, his fingers ever so gentle on the little animal. ”What—I did not know that this ‘catnip’ was some sort of hallucinogen! You must fix him. If I have harmed him by this—” he abruptly stopped speaking, his mouth hard and his face pale.
“I just said, /ask/.” Summer arched an eyebrow at Loki, face stern, before stroking Cat’s furry belly. “Bless his wee bones, he’s fine. He’s just verrrrry happy right now. Yes, silly Cat, your papa is all wound up over nothing.” She tried to blow a raspberry on the black belly and ended up snorting fur instead, giggling.
Nestling the relaxed Cat into the pile of pillows, she said, “Catnip affects different cats differently; it’s like liquor to humans that way. Some cats get hyper on it, like Doc; other cats get very relaxed. Stormlight gets chatty.”
Hearing her name, the tiny tortoiseshell darted up, inspected Loki’s shoes, then padded over to inspect Cat. Her tail began to wave gently, and she started to wash his ears.
Feline Bliss | Closed RP
A strangled yelp answered him, followed by what sounded like something hitting the floor hard and an outraged feline noise. “****, IT’S OPEN! Ow,” Summer yelled.
Loki banged the door open and thrust his hands, full of a Cat limp as if he had no bones, at Summer.
“FIX him. He rolled in that foul green stuff and now he’s—he’s catatonic!”
She looked up from an uncomfortably sprawled position on the floor. “Ow. Why are you /punning/ at me.”
The silver tabby made a dart at the open door, and she lunged at the cat. “NO, Stormlight. Not in the city. Get inside before they all decide to leave!”
Loki pulled the door closed just in time, and scowled down at Summer.
“Why are you on the floor—get up and tell me what on earth is the matter with Macrowafter! I bought the catnip at your suggestion, if you recall!”
“I’m on the floor because the **** cat tripped me getting up to answer /your/ frantic knock, and there’s nothing /wrong/ with Cat if you gave him catnip!” Releasing Stormlight, Summer pushed herself up from the floor, struggling briefly against putting her hands on her own loose hair. “I’m going to cut it all off, I swear it.”
Yanking the strands into a quick lovers’ haste knot, she beckoned to Loki. “Give me Cat. He’s probably just stoned. Also, if you want my help, it really does work better to /ask/.”
Feline Bliss | Closed RP
Loki had settled on catnip. It had been the first cat treat he’d seen at the pet store, and after staring at the rather staggering selection, he’d decided that it would be as good as any of the others. Macrowafter had seemed to approve—he’d oozed down from Loki’s shoulder and onto his arm to sniff at the bag, and the busily was trying to disembowel it as Loki paid the clerk.
“No, Cat—not yet,” Loki said, putting the bag on a high shelf in the kitchen as Macrowafter hooked his claws into Loki’s ankle. ”Eat your dinner first!” Loki stepped out into the parlor, busying himself with closing curtains in that room and his bedroom before changing into a more comfortable pair of loose trousers and a dark green t-shirt.
The sight that greeted him was unexpected—but only if one did not know what to anticipate when dealing with an acrobatic, resourceful, intelligent cat. Macrowafter was stretched out on his back on the counter, paws waving at nothing, eyes wide—and he was covered in catnip. The rest of it lay strewn everywhere on counter and floor, a green, pungent mess. Macrowafter sort of rolled and then went still, staring at Loki out of eyes whose pupils had dilated almost beyond recognition.
Alarm consuming him, Loki scooped Cat up and was out of the flat like a shot, clattering down the stairs to bang on the door of a certain other flat.
A strangled yelp answered him, followed by what sounded like something hitting the floor hard and an outraged feline noise. “****, IT’S OPEN! Ow,” Summer yelled.
Loki banged the door open and thrust his hands, full of a Cat limp as if he had no bones, at Summer.
“FIX him. He rolled in that foul green stuff and now he’s—he’s catatonic!”
She looked up from an uncomfortably sprawled position on the floor. “Ow. Why are you /punning/ at me.”
The silver tabby made a dart at the open door, and she lunged at the cat. “NO, Stormlight. Not in the city. Get inside before they all decide to leave!”
Feline Bliss | Closed RP
Loki had settled on catnip. It had been the first cat treat he’d seen at the pet store, and after staring at the rather staggering selection, he’d decided that it would be as good as any of the others. Macrowafter had seemed to approve—he’d oozed down from Loki’s shoulder and onto his arm to sniff at the bag, and the busily was trying to disembowel it as Loki paid the clerk.
“No, Cat—not yet,” Loki said, putting the bag on a high shelf in the kitchen as Macrowafter hooked his claws into Loki’s ankle. ”Eat your dinner first!” Loki stepped out into the parlor, busying himself with closing curtains in that room and his bedroom before changing into a more comfortable pair of loose trousers and a dark green t-shirt.
The sight that greeted him was unexpected—but only if one did not know what to anticipate when dealing with an acrobatic, resourceful, intelligent cat. Macrowafter was stretched out on his back on the counter, paws waving at nothing, eyes wide—and he was covered in catnip. The rest of it lay strewn everywhere on counter and floor, a green, pungent mess. Macrowafter sort of rolled and then went still, staring at Loki out of eyes whose pupils had dilated almost beyond recognition.
Alarm consuming him, Loki scooped Cat up and was out of the flat like a shot, clattering down the stairs to bang on the door of a certain other flat.
A strangled yelp answered him, followed by what sounded like something hitting the floor hard and an outraged feline noise. “****, IT’S OPEN! Ow,” Summer yelled.
Inner Flame | Closed RP
“Of course /you/ didn’t ask,” she spat. “Did I ask for safe? Do I look like someone who courts /safe/? You expected me to know you, but you have no idea who I am, do you? I won’t match danger with you, oh no, but I am no more /safe/ than you are, Loki.
“She knew I would touch you.”
“I do not know the first thing about you,” Loki said, still sounding a little amused. ”Of course I assumed you would know me—I am, after all, the one who nearly destroyed New York City. Most people know my name at least.”
“Oh, go play with your little kitten. I’m going to go burn something to the ground. Possibly SHIELD.” She compressed her lips. “After that, maybe I’ll start on you. It’s your emotions fuelling this one, after all.”
Loki flashed a very brief grin.
“Be sure to tell Fury that, then. I gladly take credit for any problems made for that one-eyed oligarch. If you are gone over-long I will feed your cats for you.”
She threw a dime-sized fire blob at him.