Loki | MCU (subtletrick) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-11-04 02:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | loki, sif |
Who? Loki & Sif
What? Um. Conversations and confrontation?
Where? The park, at least to start with.
When? Backdated to the morning of the 3rd!
Rating? Uh, not terribly high, probably... buut I assume there will be violence / talk of violence, so.
[ooc: Oh look, NOW the internet works. Figures. Posting this because I totally need MORE things to write y/y/y? whatever, the muse dictates my life and crashing out, whoo, good night. ...and I totally did not post this to the journal instead of the comm twice, shhh.]
Loki was tired. It was rare enough that his energy level got this depleted to begin with - he was usually far more careful than this - but even more-so the fact that he did not immediately retire to his rooms to get some rest. He knew well enough exactly what could happen if he went on for too long without recharging.
But the problem was that sleep was not coming easily anymore - he’d had a great deal on his mind to begin with, lately, with Sif’s arrival and the ‘Avengers trailer’ making its appearance, and now last night Lucifer had decided to prod his way to the top of Loki’s list of things to be concerned with. He’d spent the previous night at Darcy’s apartment, watching over her in case this devil tried anything. When she’d fallen asleep, he’d placed runes and spells in and on the walls and floors and ceilings of her apartment, extra precautions that on their own were simple little spells, but the collective of them was powerful - and draining, even without the vigil that stretched on until daylight.
He was not wearing too thin just yet, of course. He knew some regenerative spells, tricks to boost his energy and focus levels a bit. They worked quite well, really, though they couldn’t last long-term. The crash that would come - in weeks, perhaps - would be quite unpleasant, and he’d have to time it correctly so that he’d have the opportunity to rest when it occurred, but for now, it worked, and that was sufficient.
Additionally, he had decided to procure coffee this morning. It was supposed to help with energy, and besides that he found the taste quite enjoyable. He felt strange, walking out of the coffee shop with a warm paper cup in his hands, illusion money that he’d handed to the cashier already fading away as he let go of the magic that held it together. He didn’t stand out any more than an ordinary man would, just another person in this city where far stranger things happened than an ancient Norse god - who was also a comic book and movie character - getting coffee on a November morning, or going for a walk in the local park to enjoy the quiet and clear his mind.
His thoughts were hard to clear, though, of course. There were so many of them, buzzing around inside his mind and making it rather hard to concentrate on one thing at a time. He was trying to return to a normal state - to stop concerning himself with these ‘movies’ the mortals made, the ones that showed the future that lay before him, simply for their entertainment; to stop wondering if, in his absence, something was happening to Darcy; to stop wondering how long before those he cared for were pulled back through this ‘seal’ and he had nothing left to lose.
Warm cup in his hand, he settled into a bench along the path, trying to enjoy the peace and quiet of the early morning, the sun starting to rise and bring the chill air some warmth - not that the cold meant anything to Loki, of course - and drawing others out to enjoy the day, as well. It would not be long before his quiet place was no longer quiet, he knew, but going anywhere further and more deserted meant leaving Darcy vulnerable, and he was not prepared to do that just yet.