Frost and fire ((For Reynard))

[coldsong]

It is nigh-impossible to track a Spirit, even for a being like Loki, who is in some ways related. Until the storm ended, he had little hope of catching up to Reynard, unless Winter Itself wanted him to. And frankly, Loki didn't want to work at it too hard.

Wanting something too much leaves you at a disadvantage when it appears before you.

He's been waiting, thus, with the trophy the Eliksni gave him to carry, fully prepared to carry out his task but maybe taking a bit longer with it than they expected. Blaze's friends won't thank him for that, either, probably, but for his own sake he needs to know more. There are loose threads to be pulled together here. This crisis was not, he thinks, merely Reynard flexing his might. Nor was it a simple invasion by an alien force. How they were related to one another remains a mystery, and Loki has a gnawing feeling there's something more at play he is missing.

For one thing, it doesn't make much sense for another Nexusite to have shot Blaze in the back of the head in the midst of a battle.

His is the kind of madness that demands a full explanation for everything, inasmuch as one can be gleaned.

(No. You took me for a purpose. What was it?... TELL ME!)

And so, as soon as success seems like a possibility, he searches for Reynard. Outside the season, he won't be, Loki assumes, quite so evasive. At least not physically evasive. Chances are he'll still have the power to talk in circles in much the way Loki does.

But maybe he'll be gratified to see the god wearing his Jotun skin, still, even though the season has shifted.

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[coldsong]

Loki offers, and he offers with eyes open. Winter doesn't play favorites, he's been told, and he may well find sorrow and destruction next time it rolls around. And in the meantime, Reynard himself is unabashedly difficult and contrarian. He may well regret leaving himself open to some unpleasant turn later on, but he was just advised to take ownership of himself rather than giving it to those who have mistreated him--or might mistreat him in the future.

He smiles at the thanks and gives a somber nod. That costs a person like him, like Reynard. He will not push his luck with a 'you're welcome'.

He'd take his leave now, in fact, except then the Spirit makes his own counteroffer, and his breath catches in his throat. His eyes closer briefly, and he swallows, and then nods. "Yes."

"Please." Perhaps not now, while he's still recovering and also heading toward drunk, but Loki would like nothing more than for someone to just listen.

[shardofwinter]

Gods, men, beasts, plant and stone... They're all just husks for different spirits. For all that Loki is a powerful being, a prince, a warrior, a sorcerer, a schemer with the power to inflict all manner of terrifying realities, he's also still a spirit curled inside a body. Just as Reynard is now. Though the Winter spirit fears for his body, his mortality, it affords him the unique opportunity to go beyond his bounds. He can help Winter souls, and Winter's lessons, outside of Winter.

Besides, he's always been at a disadvantage outside Winter. Always a poor man, a weak man, a hunted man. How is involving himself with gods any different?

So Reynard nods and takes a swig of his drink. The deal is made. Partly for himself. It feels infinitely better to make an exchange of offers than to owe anyone anything.

"I know you can't tell when the air is thick with Spring, but give it some time before you make good on that. For both our sakes."

[coldsong]

"I can tell when the air is thick with pollen," he says dryly, opening his eyes. "I suppose that's not quite the same."

The hint of stone is long gone from his face, replaced with a hint of wary brightness. They've made a deal, for no reason so simple or pure as kindness or friendship. But their backs are occasionally to the same wall, and in the end perhaps there is something of kinship between them whether Loki likes it or not. "Yes, I was getting the impression you're suffering the aftereffects of the change of seasons. On a bender to compensate?"

Honestly, he can't disapprove. "I will seek you out again in a few weeks, then, assuming I don't land in worse trouble than I anticipate. And if possible, I'll bring you an Asgardian mead."

[shardofwinter]

'Aftereffects'. Reynard closes his eyes and breathes slow and steady for a moment. There's no way for anyone, even Loki, to understand. The meagre explanations he can offer barely come close, but trying and failing to get across such a wretched state of being is too close to home to try attempting right now. He'd only struggle and fail, and be frustrated at his own inability to share something so tangible.

"Sedation is the only way to get through this." He opens his eyes and finishes the bottle, scowling as he realises the last drop has gone down his throat. Onto the next, then. "Try not to get lynched. I'd like that mead."

[coldsong]

"My apologies," Loki tells him, mild but sincere. He's not sure quite what's going on in the man's head, but clearly coming from Winter to Spring is more difficult than a mere hangover.

There's no point in elaborating on the sudden flicker of compassion he feels, though, and so he merely sits back and watches the last drop of rum vanish, then gives Reynard a wry nod. "Best of luck, then."

He gives a brief, lazy stretch like a cat's, and then levers himself to his feet. "As long as the antiviolence field holds I'll be fine. Be as well as you can be, then, until we meet again."