Loki | MCU (subtletrick) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-05-23 10:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | loki |
Who: Loki (narrative)
What: Hunting a Wendigo~
Where: Not Kansas somewhere.
When: Backdated a couple days!
Why: Loki wanted to destroy something and figured he'd do it in a useful way?
Rating: Not terribly high.
Status: Complete
The forest was quiet. It was an unnatural quiet, that much was more than obvious - even an ordinary person would have been able to figure that out if they simply took a moment to think. The lack of bird-calls, the lack of any sound but the wind...
Loki smiled, spinning slowly in place. This was a trap, and he'd walked right into it. Ordinarily he might have been slightly more concerned - after all, he had never faced this sort of beast before, perhaps it was more dangerous than he had anticipated, and stumbling blindly into traps was among his least favorite things to do - but at present he was practically buzzing with the need to destroy something. Something as small as being preyed upon did nothing to dilute it; if anything, that made it that much stronger.
Of his companions in Asgard, back before the Seal had brought him here, he'd never been the one who craved adventure, not like Thor and the others. Loki had gone along with them, and even, perhaps, occasionally enjoyed the expeditions, but he had never been one to seek them out, specifically. Sometimes he would instigate them - if there was some sort of a prize at the end that he actually cared to have - an artifact or book that caught his attention, perhaps - but then it was more about the end, not the means. He would have likely been content to remain behind, had the group not had a terrible tendency to damage fragile things before they could return them to Asgard.
So Loki had never really been the one to seek out the dangers - but he had, apparently, picked up at least a small degree of the craving that he hadn't ever really noticed, before. Perhaps because he was so often on these quests with his brother, he had never had enough time to notice the itch - but here, he did. There was plenty to fight, though, even if it was unlikely that very much of it offered any real challenge.
There was a rustle, and then a solid force slammed him backwards, and then it was gone, and Loki laughed - eerie in the stillness - as he pulled himself to his feet. He brushed leaves from his clothes and called a magic flame to his hand. The monster was circling, up in the trees - a ball of green fire sent it falling, scrambling to catch itself and tearing bark from the trunk of the tree like shreds of paper, making strangled hissing sounds of pain and distress.
A second flare of flame had it screaming.
It should not have made him smile - it would not have, normally. Loki didn't generally prefer this messier part of things, the screaming and the smell of burning flesh - he preferred to keep his distance and keep things running smoothly for the others. But today, this was what he needed - and how wrong and unsettling that was, he wasn't going to think about.
The Wendigo lashed out as it fell, and to it's credit, it's claws managed to catch Loki's skin, sent him staggering back, eyes narrowed, a hand coming up to touch at the thin tears in his clothing, the thin red lines across his side. They stung, but he did not think there was any sort of poison involved. It was nothing. The creature had somehow figured out how to put the fire on itself out, rolling in the leaves, and Loki's moment of distraction cost him another small gash - and then with a scowl he wrapped the monster in swirls of magic flame, a cage of it, almost, woven around and closing it in and held it in place until the creature's shrieks of pain and rage had fallen silent and there was little left of it, when it fell to the forest floor.
Loki turned away from the remains with a look of distaste, taking a moment to examine his injuries before he moved on. The second strike had cut through the edge of the anti-possession mark he'd imprinted into his own skin, the shape of it just there if you looked at it right, instead of the dark marks ordinary tattoos offered. It was no real difficulty to re-apply the magic, once the skin was whole - he would heal in a day or so, he reasoned; it wasn't a deep cut, and the ink could easily be patched then. He would simply carry an amulet, until that time. No matter. He hadn't really expected this to be much of a risk - but the fact that it had been did not really bother him. The challenge, small as it had been, had been interesting... and being able to release some of his recent frustration in a productive and safe manner was also a very good thing. He felt a great deal more relaxed, now.
A brief assessment showed that the remains of the Wendigo were barely recognizable - and thus, he did not need to do much of anything with them. No one was likely to find them, out here, and if they did they likely would not entirely know what to make of it - but the likelihood of anyone jumping to the conclusion of monster was low. Without further hesitation, Loki disappeared.