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entrancelogs2014-12-12 06:06 pm
possiblymad) wrote in entrancelogs2014-12-12 06:06 pm
[Event Open] On the first day of Ewaymas...
Who: Loki Laufeyson and Open
Where: Mansion, dining hall, garden, generally just out and about
When: 12/12
Rating: PG?
Summary: Loki done drank the Kool Aid. In other words, yes, your worst fears have been imagined: Loki's chipper and loveable.
The Story:
T'was the first morning of an event and all were asleep. Not a creature was stirring... except that ungodly racket outside his chamber door. Loki jolted awake and stepped out, prepared for some kind of assault or ensuing chaos only to see the halls redecorating themselves for some obscene Midgard holiday. Faintly, he recognised some of the gaudy clutter as a largely commercialised holiday among the mortals of his brother's favourite realm. Wonderful.
His casual visit to the dining hall proved far more annoying this his initial awakening. Despite what he insisted upon, the infuriating magic persisted on producing variants of unsightly sweets and colourful yet inedible cakes. He wouldn't need to consume anything to worsen his mood, because no such magic existed to make it any worse. He settled on just taking up the glass of liquid it gave him and moved to the kitchen to snatch a few simple slices of bread. His first taste of the drink was reminiscent of the fruitier alcoholic beverages some mortals drank, but his next few sips seemed to broaden his opinion. By the bottom of the cup, he actually enjoyed the sweet cocktail. Enough so that he had a second, and even indulged in one of the strangely shaped, icing-covered sweets the dining room had previously tried to serve him. Nothing would come of the cookie as the magic of the punch had already taken hold.
He acted on whim and took a chipper stroll around the garden, greeting anyone he met with a smile and even a walk along the beach. He could be found just about anywhere, trying to spread the good cheer to others...
Where: Mansion, dining hall, garden, generally just out and about
When: 12/12
Rating: PG?
Summary: Loki done drank the Kool Aid. In other words, yes, your worst fears have been imagined: Loki's chipper and loveable.
The Story:
T'was the first morning of an event and all were asleep. Not a creature was stirring... except that ungodly racket outside his chamber door. Loki jolted awake and stepped out, prepared for some kind of assault or ensuing chaos only to see the halls redecorating themselves for some obscene Midgard holiday. Faintly, he recognised some of the gaudy clutter as a largely commercialised holiday among the mortals of his brother's favourite realm. Wonderful.
His casual visit to the dining hall proved far more annoying this his initial awakening. Despite what he insisted upon, the infuriating magic persisted on producing variants of unsightly sweets and colourful yet inedible cakes. He wouldn't need to consume anything to worsen his mood, because no such magic existed to make it any worse. He settled on just taking up the glass of liquid it gave him and moved to the kitchen to snatch a few simple slices of bread. His first taste of the drink was reminiscent of the fruitier alcoholic beverages some mortals drank, but his next few sips seemed to broaden his opinion. By the bottom of the cup, he actually enjoyed the sweet cocktail. Enough so that he had a second, and even indulged in one of the strangely shaped, icing-covered sweets the dining room had previously tried to serve him. Nothing would come of the cookie as the magic of the punch had already taken hold.
He acted on whim and took a chipper stroll around the garden, greeting anyone he met with a smile and even a walk along the beach. He could be found just about anywhere, trying to spread the good cheer to others...
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She heeds his warning, laughing as the green swirl of magic flows around them. In less that a heartbeat their surroundings shift, from the hall to the privacy of his room. Quite a convinent spell it is, and she means to tell him as such. Her head arches back at the warm heat of his mouth on her neck, her pulse racing in anticipation of what would come so soon between them. Yet even before she can start, get beyond opening the first annoying buckle of his outfit, he asks the one question she yearns not to hear. She wants almost nothing more than to forget the horror of the Jabberwock, the danger it presents--yet she cannot before offering him warning.
"Oh, my foolish Loki." Who made her just as foolish. She had longed for a time such as this, when they could be together, savor each other without some duty to the Queen forcing her away. And yet that very longing made her pull away, her smile tight as she stepped back from him. She would still have him, but first, she had to do something entirely against her nature: she had to protect him, so much as she could.
"I was hoping you would be too distracted to be curious just yet." Though she puts a necessary distance between them, she doesn't leave him entirely. Her hands slip down his arms, her fingers curling around his so she can pull him towards the bed. All their desires aside, her intentions for the moment are chaste, and she leads him to sit beside her. She still grins, but even for her talent at wearing masks, there is something far from delight in her eyes as she gives her answer.
"The Jabberwocky."