Who: Sigyn [victorious_girl] & Sleipnir [redhorse] What: Just a simple meeting. When: Long, long ago before Loki got himself chained underground. Where: Asgard. Warnings: None
The faithful eight-legged steed of Odin cavorts in the fields, sometimes when the All-Father seemed in foul moods- Sleipnir would receive a sharp whack on the nose that warned him to stay away until later. Then the horse would whinny softly while standing by and seek attention, perhaps gain a treat or two, however before any of this happened time had to pass. And in order to pass said time, Sleipnir would run, jump and kick.
Currently he was doing an eight-shaped lap, over and over again (because when you had eight legs and could cross distances at the speed Sleipnir could... you had to run many, many laps to pass enough time.) It became an action that required no thought, Sleipnir didn't really need to think anyway, just pass the time.
Anyone passing by would witness the octo-horse tiring himself out (and looking perhaps just a tiny bit crazy) but what else could one do to pass the time? There was no White God to pester right now, no apples to steal- just his legs and the ground. It wouldn't take a lot to interrupt the horse, but for the moment he was oblivious to his surroundings and/or if he had any spectators.