Loki Laufeyson (laufeyson) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-05-14 21:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~eris, ~loki |
The Trickiest Bit of Trickery that Ever Was Tricked! - around 1190 BCE [tag: Eris]
Note: Old days of Asgard. Before marriage to Angrboda but after Sleipnir. The Norse are young.
Loki wandered a great deal. It was a habit he got from growing up on Lauer, so detached from everything. It was a habit that was easily fostered by Thor and Odin as they took him with them on adventures that required a lot of wandering. Sometimes he just traveled Midgard for the simple sake of traveling Midgard. Sometimes he had a plan.
Currently, he had a plan.
Hermes was a good friend. Far from being the friend that Thor and Odin were, but Loki thought that with time he and his southern friend would build stronger ties. There were Greeks occasionally in Asgard. From Hermes and Iris -the latter of which he'd had the great pleasure of watching stroll into Odin's company from behind, to the others that occasionally migrated north for political reasons, Loki was familiar with some of the pantheon.
And he was smart. Which is why when Hermes spoke to him in Greek, Loki picked up the language quickly. So while he wandered south, as he was now, there was little fear of not being able to communicate with the locals.
There was a bag slung over his shoulder. In it was a gift for Hermes, some of Asgard's famed mead in a bladder and an apple of Idun's for himself in case something happened on the journey.
Though, while the Norse Trickster knew a bit about the language, and he was quickly learning that Greece was a very warm locale, he wasn't entirely sure how to find Hermes here. Did he look for a roadside shrine and call to him? Did he just call out or was that a major faux pas? Did he seek out Olympus, though that was supposed to be a mountain, wasn't it? So many questions.
No bother. It wasn't like he had a wife waiting for him at home. He could take his sweet time exploring the countryside and taking in what Greece had to offer a man from the far north. He ran a hand through his hair and stepped into the small village he'd come across. He'd already stolen a pouch of drachmae off a passerby who was obviously not going to miss it if the number of jewels on his person were any indication of his wealth.
There were all sorts of things he had never seen before. Each thing more interesting than the last. Unfortunately, while his grasp on the language was strong and growing stronger as he interacted with the Greek citizens, it was impossible to know the word for something if you didn't know what that something was. He picked up the foreign fruit and held it up to the merchant. “What is this?” It was obvious from his tunic and trousers that he was not a local, that was if his fair complexion didn't give it away. Or his accent.