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Loki | MCU ([info]subtletrick) wrote in [info]toboldlyrpg,
Loki was... not unused to being one of few with gifts like his - not in the sense that there was a lack of magic on Asgard, by no means. It was, however, more a womens art. Men were warriors, women were sorceresses - not exclusively, perhaps, but predominently. It would never have been more than a passing oddity if he were anything other than a Prince of Asgard, of course - no one would have paid much mind if he were a common boy growing up small and weaker than others and with a tendency towards magic. But Loki was no common boy, and the whispers and lack of companions with similar interests did not completely escape him. He had his mother, however, and other magically-talented people in the palace, so while he was never surrounded in peers he was also never actually </i>alone</i>, either.

The idea of being completely alone with power such as she seemed to carry was... unpleasant.

"Did you come across these powers recently? An.... incident, perhaps these trolls you speak of?" If his stare had seemed piercing before, it had doubled in intensity now, brows furrowed, curious and sympathetic and probing. "Or have you always been alone with such a great gift?"

Her surprise over his lack of care at the cold was met with simply a small smile, a half-shrug. "It is of no concern to me, my dear. If you wish to create a blizard, I won't object."

A queen? How very interesting. She did not immediately strike him as royalty - she seemed shy, perhaps naive.... perhaps just innocent. As if she'd never been taught the role she now stood in. He was not one to judge - he hardly lived up to the role he was expected to play, either; he was no warrior king like Asgard would expect, as they were accustomed to.

He wasn't even Aesir.

No, he had no room nor reason to judge how she carried herself.

"It is an honor, Queen Elsa of Arendelle." He kissed the back of her hand politely in greeting, dipping into a bit of a lower bow than he might to someone of a lesser status, and rose with a smile, one which lingered as she recognized the name of Asgard. "Yes, that is... well, I've been told those on Midgard refer to it in such a manner, yes."


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