Who: Loki, Wanda Maximoff Where: Wanda's Residence When: March 23, 2013 What: Loki pops in for a long overdue visit. Rating: PG for now NPC: Eira
Things had taken him much longer to arrange than he thought they would. Even a proud contriver of chaos could admit that. And there had been costs, things taking their toll even now.
It was strange. In all the realms, the safest feeling place (and one of the most dangerous) to him was here, with a woman whose energy could be as unpredictable as a changeling's temper and who had no reason to be happy with his being in her abode. Strange, but did it surprise him?
No. He'd been unkind to her, tried his best to sever their ties as a wolf will gnaw its bony leg free of a trap. The bonds remained. And would stay fast until the continual changes in his path saw fit to draw them apart. For now, there was Eira, and Eira would keep their bonds as strong as any blood magic.
Loki left the window open behind him as he stepped into the room. He wasn't being quiet, but nor was he being pointlessly noisy. He wasn't surprised to see his presence had woken Eira, her blue eyes staring up at the horned figure with a softly pinched brow, as though she were trying to figure out if she should cry.
"Fear not, little one." He kept his tone quiet, pulling the horned helm free and setting it aside. "It is I." He reached a hand down, letting her grasp it, testing. Then she held her arms up. Loki automatically picked her up, letting her rest on his shoulder. "Has time become lost to me, or have you truly grown so?"
She was heavier, not too heavy, but it reminded him how tired he was. Small spells did nothing to diminish him. Complex spells and constant travel wore even him. He felt emptied, like a person who had done a great deal of work without food for too long a time. He paced to the window absently, letting her snuggle, thinking nothing of the cold wind skirling over the frame and around them, tugging at his cloak.
It was deceptively relaxing, to do something as normal as holding an awake child at the most silent hours of the night. He couldn't say how many moments he stared out the window before he felt Eira's cold little hand grasp his. Loki looked down at it, tilt his head curiously at her. Her skin had changed color.
So had his, he realized. He held his free hand up, looking at the blue tone that had spread through the two of them. It was then he felt the presence behind him, slowly turning while holding Eira with one arm and letting the other drop at his side.