Who: Loki Laufeyson (MCU), Morgana (Merlin) What: Random meeting and magic talking. Where: The edge of the woods. When: Tuesday morning, the 10th. Ratings/Warnings: TBD, likely low/none. Status: In Progress
Loki had been lost in the endless space between worlds. He had seen different realms and societies. He was a King and a god.
Now he was stuck in Maine. One tiny town in one tiny world, stuck sharing the space with his brother and hundreds of other beings who thought themselves important. . . and a few who might have valid worth.
It was galling. But there were things Loki had become accustomed to. He wouldn't go so far as to call them perks, given the smallness and pettiness of this world - but they were not entirely without entertainment. For one, there were movies and television. Most of it was worthless, of course, but there was the stray little moment that held his attention. For another, there was power here. Much as Loki hated to admit that anything associated with Midgard could hold real power, it was undeniable. Anything that could trap Loki here. . . or even Thor, while he held Mjolnir, it was no small feat. And there were others whose power Loki felt, and had heard of, in the legends and stories of Earth he'd learned from Barton and Selvig, or on his own. Beings whose might was great enough that they merited Loki's attention.
And he never had been able to resist a secret. Finding the source of the enchantments that held them fascinated Loki. And while he'd never intended to be held for long once Thor returned him to Asgard and the inevitable prison cell awaiting him - he was not altogether unhappy to have evaded that fate, for the time being. So Loki was not as discontent as he might have been. Thor's endless minion teammates might not believe Loki's lies, but Thor did. Which meant that Loki needn't suffer Thor's attempts to cage him, or stay in constant conflict with his brother. It might be some small relief.
But still. It was a tiny space, unvarying day by day save by the new faces that showed themselves, and Loki grew easily tired of the sameness. For the most part, he let himself blend with the mortals. Dressed as they did, stood out no more than he had to. But it galled him, playing no more than the cattle around him. And there was only so much time he could spend in the piddling space assigned him. There was not even any more Game of Thrones to watch or read.
Loki could hear the people in the rooms below and around him stirring, even as early as it was, and he slipped out before the noise could begin to annoy him, feeling more caged than usual. Restless as he was, Loki had no desire to blend in this morning. He couldn't appear as he preferred to - his helm was a reminder of things he was meant to not yet know of - but he could still look as if he was of Asgard, as he should. He walked toward the trees - the only real open expanse of space they had nearby - and shimmered as he moved, the mundane, human suit giving way the the armor he'd worn when he was still a son of Odin. It was easy enough to remember, even if wearing it galled, too.
He stopped when he reached the trees, hearing the crackle of breaking grass and turning to see a woman approaching. Dark haired and fair, he noted. But no one he'd met yet. Loki met the woman's blue eyes and gave her a slight nod of hello.