Loki Laufeyson (laufeyson) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2013-02-14 20:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~loki, ~odin |
What Now? [tag: Odin]
Loki didn't mind winter. Actually, he sort of looked forward to it with a fondness one might have for an old reliable friend that came by the same time every year. The cold was a nice break from being too warm, a definite problem when you were a fire giant. But, even though he was used to and loved the cold, that didn't mean that everyone was. So while the idea of stoking up a nice bonfire in his backyard in February appealed to him -after all that was what you did when in the Norselands part of Midgard in winter or Jotunheim at any time of year, he was fairly certain it would earn more than just an odd look from his neighbors.
Besides, he was aiming for company and this wasn't the sort of company Sigyn was going to be too happy about allowing in the house to use the can. In fact, there was the risk she'd stand in the doorway with that spiked baseball bat she had. What the hell did she have something that medieval looking for anyway? She should at least have invested in a gun, it would look less barbaric.
Somewhere in the wilds of Norway, Loki set up near a felled tree, brushed a sizable amount of the snow pack away with an evergreen branch -or his shoe when all else failed. After collecting wood, getting a fire going and sending a silent message to his blood-brother to join him at his location, the Trickster plunked down on the downed tree and took the cap off a bottle of whiskey.
He had no idea if Odin would come or not, but it was really the only connection he had with what was going on in Asgard and if Loki wanted to be of any assistance in finding Bragi he had to know what to do next -or what had already been done at least.
As he waited in the quiet of the winter forest, he realized that the denim of the jeans he was wearing absorbed the heat of the fire incredibly fast. Hrm. It was uncomfortable but he'd deal. After all, he was fire, it wasn't like it was going to burn him. Though, there was temptation to take his leather coat off. Instead he tipped back the bottle and sighed.