god of mischief (jotunheir) wrote in winterdale, @ 2021-10-23 17:19:00 |
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He couldn’t sleep. Thor would have wanted Loki to speak his mind about whatever kept him up, but it didn't feel wise to admit that Sylvie’s madness was starting to creep into his own mind. Maybe it was something contagious; Loki was particularly susceptible to compelling insanity. And if there was any truth to the sorceress’s words, he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted Thor to know it. The idea that Sylvie and he were variants of one another was unbelievable and yet… he wanted to know more. So he left, slipping out into the night as if he too were some nocturnal animal that roamed the forest. He sent a spell her way in the form of some green sparks and an image of where he would wander. She may have been awake still, busy guarding her own home with wards or illusions to throw others off her scent. Of course she would do that - if she were him. He reached a small clearing eventually, seemingly the only one there at the moment. Sylvie could just as easily ignore his summons if she preferred. It wouldn’t be unreasonable at this hour. It would have been wiser not to meet so late and without any warning. Loki knew he ought to have at least alerted his brother or the Scarlet Witch in case something went wrong. He could add this night to his ever-growing list of bad decisions. And then he sensed something, and Loki stopped rubbing a headache away from his temple. It was either Sylvie or another magic user, and he doubted anyone else in Orrinshire would willingly give up sleep to follow Loki's sudden message. “If you were still so inclined to share your memories,” Loki started, lowering his hand. “I’ll see them now.” If she were cursed, he could perhaps recognize it this way. He could even help her get rid of it and finally Loki wouldn’t have to think about the idea he wasn’t the sole God of Mischief, and that all of them - of him - weren’t a blight on the universe. “I’ll change my mind in the morning.” |