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milliways_bar2017-06-06 09:44 am
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Loki isn't bored with Milliways--yet.
Milliways has been entertaining. Much more entertaining than, say, the wormholeyswirlyvoidyspacy place he'd been before seeing?hearing?feeling? the door that opened here. That was boring. Milliways has provided its fun.
Robbing a bank was fun. Seeing ugly dreary sad little Midgard, and finding that it was every bit as ugly dreary and sad as he'd suspected, that was quote-unquote fun. Meeting Thor's little friends--and his boss--was fun. Exploring the library was fun.
Exploring the part of the library that held versions of books Asgard and its neighboring realms had lost thousands of years ago, and hundreds of thousands of years ago, that was fun. (Walking across a miles-long knife-edge of paper to reach it, and then fighting a beast made up of words, also fun. Were they put there on purpose to guard ancient lore? Or had the ancient lore drawn its own protection? Had the powers that be in Milliways just thought Loki needed a brief challenge?) Doing a little light reading on wormholes and the neglected paths of the universe--again, FUN.
Loki isn't bored yet, but he can tell he will be soon.
The only way forward is of course to step back into said wormholeyswirlyvoidyspace, armed with a little knowledge. Only way. But faced with the return, Loki finds himself...reluctant. So he's lingering in the bar, people-watching, door-watching, reading, fiddling with a little portable dimensional pocket thing he'd built for storing a few books. Right now it's storing--and unstoring--an emptied goblet of wine. Now you see it, now you don't. Now you see it...
Milliways has been entertaining. Much more entertaining than, say, the wormholeyswirlyvoidyspacy place he'd been before seeing?hearing?feeling? the door that opened here. That was boring. Milliways has provided its fun.
Robbing a bank was fun. Seeing ugly dreary sad little Midgard, and finding that it was every bit as ugly dreary and sad as he'd suspected, that was quote-unquote fun. Meeting Thor's little friends--and his boss--was fun. Exploring the library was fun.
Exploring the part of the library that held versions of books Asgard and its neighboring realms had lost thousands of years ago, and hundreds of thousands of years ago, that was fun. (Walking across a miles-long knife-edge of paper to reach it, and then fighting a beast made up of words, also fun. Were they put there on purpose to guard ancient lore? Or had the ancient lore drawn its own protection? Had the powers that be in Milliways just thought Loki needed a brief challenge?) Doing a little light reading on wormholes and the neglected paths of the universe--again, FUN.
Loki isn't bored yet, but he can tell he will be soon.
The only way forward is of course to step back into said wormholeyswirlyvoidyspace, armed with a little knowledge. Only way. But faced with the return, Loki finds himself...reluctant. So he's lingering in the bar, people-watching, door-watching, reading, fiddling with a little portable dimensional pocket thing he'd built for storing a few books. Right now it's storing--and unstoring--an emptied goblet of wine. Now you see it, now you don't. Now you see it...
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There is shame there, of a personal failure.
"She'd asked me to change the red stone of her ring to a green stone. Dense things like rocks are harder to change, and things regularly in the presence of magic are even harder to change. I couldn't do it at first. But she let me try again, and I tried as hard as I could."
The desperate efforts of a child wanting to please a parent whose approval they crave.
"And it was... I did too much. It's been a simple gold ring with a round red stone. I... Turned it into a... ring with lots of green stones, too many. The original stone was green, yeah, but there were lots more little green stones in fiddly little curlicues of gold all around it. It was a mess, I know, but she said she thought it was lovely and wouldn't let me try and fix it."
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He's restless now, running low on benevolence, his mind moving in unkind directions, but still not wanting to lash out at the child, who has real promise (for a mortal) and holds some fascinating knowledge (for a mortal). He taps his fingers on the table, and make sure to smile easily as he says, "Well. I must be about my business for now, but I do hope to meet again, Rae."
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Though she only saw her a few more times before the Wars began, and their visits ceased.
"I hope so too," Rae nods, smiling. She gathers up the empty cookie plate to take back to the kitchens. "It was good to meet you!"