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Midwinter is well past; the equinox is a few weeks hence. Already, preparations for Spring are underway, with Loki and the children making a point of buying plants, planning the garden, and tending to a very pregnant reindeer in the stables. It's still chilly, though, and this morning there was a thin layer of ice over the meadow. Loki sees the children off to their various schools before venturing into the cold alone, in Jotun form, to savor the last sting of the season.
By the ocean, Naglfar is locked in ice, which will do it no harm, but Loki stands on the shore watching it. The wind whistles about the bony mast, and the ice creaks, but no gulls cry. They've gone further inland for warmth. At the moment, the beach is his alone.
Or is it?
By the ocean, Naglfar is locked in ice, which will do it no harm, but Loki stands on the shore watching it. The wind whistles about the bony mast, and the ice creaks, but no gulls cry. They've gone further inland for warmth. At the moment, the beach is his alone.
Or is it?
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Date: 2023-02-27 05:46 am (UTC)"Never saw one in person but there are Frost Giants..." But he'd always heard that they were huge- maybe his unexpected savior was some sort of crossbreed? But Fjord wouldn't comment as much- knew how it so often nettled him to be commented on for being different than 'normal' for what he was.
It was the next part that caught his attention more, the boy squinting thoughtfully at Loki as if uncertain if he should believe such an outlandish claim. Not a deity he was familiar with, which wasn't terribly surprising. A god of mischief definitely wouldn't be on the Empire's approved deities list. But Fjord's pointed ears darkened slightly at the idea that he'd missed the introduction entirely, nodding. "I can't say I'm familiar, Master Odinson..."
Which was fine. He wasn't stupid for not knowing a god in what he'd been told was a completely different world. That was entirely reasonable. Even if the home they were approaching didn't quite match what a person might think when they thought of where a god would dwell. But that soothed Fjord somewhat. If the place was grand and sweeping he'd surely stand out all the more. At least someplace smaller and homey he might not stick out like as bad a sore thumb.
And while he and the other orphans weren't starved- they couldn't work if they were fainting from hunger after all- it often was some cheap slop from a stewpot. So the smell of pancakes was definitely a draw all on it's own, especially with the heat of the cottage. Fjord stepped in, unable to help but curiously glance around the place as he did.
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Date: 2023-02-27 03:29 pm (UTC)There's a hint of underlying discomfort there. His trauma is healing, but it's still there. It's a lot easier to be casual about his heritage among people who have no frame of reference for it, or who have more innate sympathy with the Frost Giants than with the Aesir.
"You can just call me Loki if you like. Or Master Loki, if you're more comfortable with formality. I've answered to worse things."
The cottage is a little bigger on the inside than it looks. There are actually three floors, but the main floor is where Loki and the three smallest children sleep, and it has the living room, kitchen, and a half-bath. The kitchen is where they've entered, and it's big enough for three people to move about it, lit by warm yellow lamps. There are a lot of childish drawings tacked onto the refrigerator, and what looks like a clockwork cat on the floor. Loki picks it up gently and sets it on the table lest it get stepped on.
If Fjord peers through into the next room, he may see some scattered toys, as well as the gleam of embers in the fireplace.
"Here," Loki says. "Sit on one of the wooden chairs, I'd rather not get the sofa wet. I'll use magic to dry your clothes out."
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Date: 2023-02-27 09:15 pm (UTC)The comment was casual- a thing he'd heard so often in his life that he barely registered such a relatively mild thing, didn't even really notice himself saying it.
He'd never been in an actual home before, at least that he can recall. Seen glimpses through windows in passing, heard soft chatter of families, children laughing, but it was hardly the same as standing in the kitchen of one, stepping gingerly past the entryway as if nervous that somehow he'd spoil the place by his presence. Loki's instructions were sensible with how he was still dripping saltwater under the blanket, and he padded quietly to one of the indicated chairs to sit, doing his best to be still rather than squirm uncertainly like he somewhat wanted to.
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Date: 2023-02-27 09:42 pm (UTC)How like the Nexus, to bring him someone with parallels to his own background! He moves to put on the kettle, intending to make hot tea, then stands by Fjord's chair and puts a hand lightly on his shoulder. "This is going to be very cold for a moment which is why I waited until coming indoors. Just trust me for about ten seconds."
Evaporating the chilly water is the quickest and most efficient way to dry him out. A shimmer of green and gold rushes over him, and it feels like icy wind blowing across his skin, but true to Loki's word, it passes quickly. Then, both the blanket and the clothing beneath it are perfectly dry, and the heat of the room around them can start to take hold.
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Date: 2023-02-27 09:56 pm (UTC)And he wasn't used to contact. Not beyond a light shove to get him moving, or a grab to his arm or shoulder to direct him when someone was impatient at the lightest. Not a thing that was just because of the other children's dislike of him either- none of them tended to seek that sort of thing out beyond some of the youngest, but long enough in Driftwood taught most children to shy away from touch. Fjord didn't flinch or start, mostly from plenty of practice against the response, but Loki would certainly feel the way the boy stilled utterly under his hand as if bracing in anticipation.
He couldn't stop the gasp wrenched from him at the icy chill skating against skin, shuddering visibly as his grasp on the blanket tightened as if in defiance of the cold, a soft muttered curse under his breath. But it worked, and he seemed to ease somewhat as the cold receded and the warmth was able to start sinking in properly, relaxing slightly. "Gods... you weren't kidding when you said it was gonna be cold-"
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Date: 2023-02-28 02:13 pm (UTC)The reaction to the cold prompts a little laugh, amusement tinged with sympathy. "Magic can do amazing things, but there are always consequences, and more often than not, there's a backlash."
"Let me see if a pair of my son's shoes will fit you. If not, I can resize one of mine, I think." Fjord might be in between him and Agnarr in sizes. "And then once the tea is ready I'll get you something to eat and we'll figure out what to do with you."
Retreating toward the hall to fetch things, he calls over his shoulder, "Don't touch the stovetop, you'll burn yourself." Possibly an unnecessary warning, but he's not sure how familiar he is with an electronic range.
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Date: 2023-02-28 11:20 pm (UTC)Not that Loki had done anything concerning. That he claimed to be a god might be worrisome- there were tales of gods living amongst men to be sure, but most making such claims were a bit... different in the head. Not that it automatically made them dangerous to be sure, but it was a thing to be wary of until he had some confirmation one way or the other. To say nothing of not wanting to alienate his current only ally in this new place.
"I've... heard as much yes. Lots of stories about how magic can turn on a person, especially fae magics." Fjord agreed with a small smile of his own, already feeling miles better for being warm and dry. He didn't comment on the idea of shoes being troublesome to fit- he was pretty sure that they'd have to stuff a pair of bigger shoes with rags to get something that worked for him if he was of a similar age to Loki's son. But he nodded all the same, perking slightly at the mention of being fed after.
And the warning was fairly unnecessary- Fjord had no experience with electronic anything, but one didn't set a kettle for tea if the surface wasn't going to get hot, and given the demonstration of magic he'd just had, the boy assumed that the unfamiliar looking stove was powered by magic as well somehow. He wasn't about to go touching things in an unfamiliar home, but he did slip from the chair to move around the room, studying familiar and unfamiliar things alike.
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Date: 2023-03-01 01:00 am (UTC)"Fae are inherently tricky," he agrees. "Their logic doesn't match that of most other species."
He's gone for only a couple minutes, returning with a hooded sweatshirt of his own, a pair of socks, and a pair of brown trekking boots. He sets the latter items by the chair, draping the shirt over the back. "The socks will certainly fit. We'll have to see about the shoes."
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Date: 2023-03-01 01:15 am (UTC)He glanced up at the man's entry back into the kitchen, a bit surprised at how nice the clothing Loki had dug up for him looked. Likely not surprising, as everything he was wearing now was fairly home-spun and rough-hewn in appearance even before simply being worn with age. Hand-me-downs to be sure, and from the laces and stitching, the fabrics used, definitely from someplace not as industrially developed.
"I saw one once," He commented, as he came back to sit in the chair, picking up the socks to slip on, before reaching for one of the boots, fingers rubbing over the grommets and laces consideringly. "A fairy I mean. Not close up or anything- on a docked merchant ship. Don't know if she was a part of the crew or something but she was up sittin' on one of the masts, playing some kind of flute."
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Date: 2023-03-01 01:36 am (UTC)"I've seen a few here," Loki says, and goes to the refrigerator. "Of various types. Some are very charming and delicate. Others will as soon slit your throat as look at you. I suppose that's true of all people."
He pulls out a couple tupperware containers and starts to set up a plate. "We've got leftover pancakes and sausage, and some mandarin oranges. I hope none of that's disagreeable?" He's guessing Fjord is used to eating whatever he's given, but it's polite to ask.
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Date: 2023-03-01 02:17 am (UTC)He hadn't known what the refrigerator was- assumed it was some sort of cabinet from the handles, but wary of being caught snooping hadn't looked. The light inside certainly made him think of more magic of some sort, but his attention was definitely more captured by the food on offer. "That... all sounds fine, sir."
He didn't know what mandarin oranges were, but knew what oranges were in general. Some local type perhaps. Whatever the case, he couldn't help the tinge of darker green along pointed ears as he was realizing that even after loosening them up, the boots were too small. Huffing a soft, embarrassed little sound he set them aside. "Sorry the ah... the boots don't fit."
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Date: 2023-03-04 11:53 pm (UTC)"No?" He doesn't seem concerned by the boots not fitting. "Agnarr's build is a bit more delicate, I suppose. You need them longer, broader, or both? I don't mind buying you a pair of shoes later, honestly, but I don't think letting you walk around barefoot in the interim is a good idea. It's still cold out."
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Date: 2023-03-05 06:01 am (UTC)"What... what's that?" He asked as he gingerly accepted the orange and the tea, the mug cupped between both hands against the table, letting the heat warm his hands for the moment.
As for the boots... he was a bit surprised at the idea of Loki being willing to just out and out buy him a pair. It was one thing to offer a spare pair, but that... it was strange, but it was kind at the same time. Fjord wasn't sure what to do with that. "A... bit of both."
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Date: 2023-03-06 11:53 pm (UTC)Which is, of course, something the children have done repeatedly.
"Well, I'll see if I can resize them while you eat. I've always found that sort of magic tedious, but it's the most expedient method right now."
The microwave makes a long beep, and he goes to fetch the contents, setting them next to Fjord, alongside syrup and butter. "The plate will be hot, so don't burn yourself."
That done, he sits on the chair across from him and picks up the boots, looking them over.
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Date: 2023-03-16 10:47 pm (UTC)He was honestly a little torn- sheer habit meant that he should focus on his food, on eating what he could before someone decided to interrupt him to harass him, or cut mealtime short just because there was something more to be done. And there was enough of that in his posture- he clearly had some table manners, but the body language on display was a defensive sort of slouch more than anything even if he wasn't entirely aware he was doing it. The only shift from the duck of his head, definitely meant to keep from making eye contact with potential tablemates, being the way yellow eyes lifted to sneak glances at Loki. Both curious about the man himself and desperately curious about his magic all at the same time. It wasn't like he had many chances to see spellcasters of any stripe at work after all.
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Date: 2023-03-26 02:37 am (UTC)Assuming he stays for any length of time, that is. Loki isn't going to keep him captive.
Loki sits back in his chair with the boots in his lap, soles up, almost as if he's a shoemaker working on them. There are no tools in his hands, though, and the glittery green-gold energy that curls around his fingertips is visible soon enough. "If you want to hurry back to where you came from, by the way, I'll assist, but you don't have to. More often than not, people leave here to discover little to no time has passed while they were away."
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Date: 2023-03-26 03:57 am (UTC)"I'll ah... ask her then, that sounds like a good idea." Even if the idea of someone inviting him to interact with their children was a foreign concept, even the thought of it a bit unfamiliar.
"Time runs differently? That's..." He felt a faint curl of concern as his vague knowledge spit out memories of stories told that had his gaze dropping to the food he'd been eating, suddenly wary all over again. "Like the Feywild?"
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Date: 2023-04-03 11:34 pm (UTC)He raises an eyebrow at the flicker of suspicion, and his lips twitch, hiding a smile. It would be so easy to tease...but he doesn't want him to panic. "Not quite so treacherous. A bite of food and a night's sleep here won't tie you to the place forever. Time runs differently, and sometimes there's a sense of dream logic that's in keeping with fae sensibilities, but no one's going to hurt or imprison you, and the people that offer you free food are, for the most part, just being generous."
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Date: 2023-04-04 12:11 pm (UTC)Loki's assurances that this wasn't quite like he was thinking were welcome. It didn't stop him turning his attention to the food, as if weighing if he should continue on or not, but... well if he was stuck here, he'd already started eating. Might as well enjoy the meal. "So it's like to take some getting used to then... if it's as... odd as you say, that is."
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Date: 2023-04-05 12:47 pm (UTC)"It definitely takes some getting used to, this place. Within the more populated areas it's physically very safe. There's a kind of magic that inhibits violence, and it's not always foolproof but it's reliable enough that most people don't even bother picking fights. Every now and again there's a crisis of some sort, but I wouldn't be raising my children here if I thought it was less safe than the world they came from."
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Date: 2023-04-06 06:12 pm (UTC)"I... can't say I've ever heard as such. That disliking my heritage is someone else's problem, I mean." He replied quietly, picking at a bite of pancake without looking up.
That the place was generally safe made sense. A god surely had his pick of places to go to raise children- assuming that was true, then the fact that Loki remained in the Nexus was a clear mark in the favor of it being at least not any more dangerous than things back home were.
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Date: 2023-04-06 10:15 pm (UTC)"You're welcome to stay here as long as you wish, but if you do go back, I hope you'll remember that. I, at least, and I'll wager my children as well, are content to know you for who you are, rather than judge the what."
"And green is my favorite color, for the record." If Loki knew him better, this is the point where he'd ruffle his hair, but he knows the boy is a bit ill at ease still, so he refrains, opting instead to finish up the boots and set them beside him. "You can try those again when you've finished eating."
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Date: 2023-04-06 11:50 pm (UTC)Cagey as he was, he was still a child and his expressions were easy enough to read for someone like Loki. Confusion was unsurprising to be sure, if he'd never heard things like this. A bit of creeping fear underneath that the boy was likely unaware he even felt, that drove some of his insistence in picking out flaws and failings in himself to excuse the way others saw and treated him. Because it must be his fault. If not... then that meant that the world could be so very unfair and cruel, and that was simply too terrible for him to consider.
The comment about Loki's favorite color had Fjord's face flushing a bit darker as his eyes went back to his plate again, a mute nod offered at the instruction. "Thank you, sir."