because Loki needs more kids (@mayberaven)

[coldsong]

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?

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[mayberaven]

It really is the best way to handle him, to be fair. Questions back home tended to mean problems, either someone wanting something from him, or meaning him trouble in some way. No one was curious about a runty half-orc without some reason after all. That Loki hadn't started prying or peppering him with questions beyond the obviously necessary was helping the boy to not immediately peg him as someone to keep at distance, even though he was hardly warming up in any quick manner. But the distance was more an uncertain and polite thing rather than anything born of overt concern or wariness at the moment.

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."

[coldsong]

The boots are a more modern Midgardian style, not the Aesir leatherwork Loki usually favors. Agnarr likes to have some arch support. They're easily replaced, though, should Fjord fit them.

"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.

[mayberaven]

"Makes sense." Both that faeries could come in all types, and that a place where a potential god made his home, with a weird otherworldly portal in the ocean might draw their kind.

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."

[coldsong]

Loki is quick to get out the pancakes and sausage, putting them in the microwave to heat. Mandarin oranges turn out to be small, whole fruits taken from the counter and set in front of him, with a cup of hot tea.

"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."

[mayberaven]

The half-orc watched as his host was setting up the meal, curious gaze on the microwave, especially as the plate of food was placed inside, buttons pressed.

"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."

[coldsong]

"What?" He's not sure what he's being asked about for a moment, finally glancing over his shoulder at the microwave. "Oh! It's a miniature oven. It works on a type of energy that heats food more quickly than just fire or gas. Useful thing, unless you overheat something in it until it pops."

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.

[mayberaven]

"Gas?" His brow furrowed faintly at that, but he could surely find out more about that later. It sounded like that wasn't how the thing worked anyways, the mention of other energy just confirming 'magic' in his mind. And if Loki was a god as he claimed, surely powering a miniature oven like that with magic would be a trivial thing...

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.

[coldsong]

So they don't even have gas-powered stoves yet where the boy is from? But he doesn't seem skeptical of magic. That paints a picture. "Ask my oldest daughter later, she loves to explain things." Not that technology is Sigrid's primary focus, but it will give them something to chat about. "If all else fails, we can run to the library--can you read? No worries, if not. We'll figure something out."

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."

[mayberaven]

Fjord was torn- he could feel the flush darkening his cheeks at the question about reading, but was so reluctant to drop his gaze. Especially at the sight of that glittering energy sparkling into existence as Loki seemed to be getting to work. He'd just hope Loki's attention was more on his task than noticing that little detail.

"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?"

[coldsong]

Lack of a direct response tells Loki that no, he probably can't read. He's not shocked, and chooses not to press the point for now. If the child stays long enough, that's something he can fix. "Please don't be offended or upset if she asks about your skin color. There's a story she's particularly fond of, about a sorceress with green skin. She's likely to make that connection right away; it's her favorite character."

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."

[mayberaven]

Fjord can't help the incredulous look that flickers over his face. That anyone might see someone looking even remotely like him and decide that was their favorite character... he didn't think Loki was lying, but it just didn't happen. But then it was a story. Who knew why she liked that particular character? Regardless, he nodded his understanding all the same. It wouldn't be the first time someone had asked him about his appearance or commented on it. Maybe it'd be a nice change of pace for it to not be out of malice for once.

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."

[coldsong]

"Don't look so surprised. Context makes all the difference. To someone with no prejudice against your kind, you're just a pretty botanical color. To someone with no fear of Jotnar, I'm just the color of the sky. That's what people often mean when they say if someone hates you because of your heritage it's their problem. In a way, it is--it has to do with what's in their head, not what's real. It's just that it also immediately becomes your problem when they get nasty with you."

"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."

[mayberaven]

Fjord was quiet as Loki spoke. Partly to listen to what he was saying, and partly because it was so foreign to his understanding of how things worked.

"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.

[coldsong]

"You haven't?" Loki's expression softens into a blend of compassion and apology. "Well, someone should have. Other people may hate you because of their own prejudices, and that can't be easily changed, but you should never have to hate yourself."

"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."

[mayberaven]

Fjord wasn't sure what to say. Or what to make of what Loki was saying himself. Yellow gaze skipping up towards him, protests familiar and well-worn in their shape bubbling up in his throat as he bit his tongue against spilling them. The support was unfamiliar but... it was nice all the same, and if he argued it too much, maybe he would spoil it.

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."