Maybe that was a little Freudian. Loki can't deny his extreme curiosity. The shapeshifting, Ravage's ability to project images, and the general durability and versatility of these mechanical beings remind him of some of his own gifts, and yet they are vastly different.
On the other hand, he has some truly traumatic memories associated with hot metal too close to vulnerable skin, and the commentary was at least halfway born of anxiety. It's his way to make light of these things, so he types: Certainly not on a first date, then erases it before he sends the text, opting instead to simply send the set of coordinates.
This accomplished, he makes his way to the meeting-spot himself, riding the autumn wind.
When he arrives, Megatron will find it looks very little like a 'hall' of any sort, at least from the outside. What is there is an open field, a tumble of bare rocks twice the size of a human dwelling, and a dead tree carved with the symbol of a reddened eye. If he is at all sensitive to the kind of energy flux Loki would call magic, though, he may sense there is more here than is easily seen. A cavernous space under the rock, under the ground, which will open only when Loki commands it.
Loki himself, is waiting, seated cross-legged on one of the boulders, already in Jotun form. The ridged cobalt skin stands out against the black of his clothing and hair, and his eyes, like the symbol on the tree above him, are ruby red.
"Well met," he says, and gives a graceful, seated bow, studying his guest in return.
Switching to prose format, if that's all right with you!
On the other hand, he has some truly traumatic memories associated with hot metal too close to vulnerable skin, and the commentary was at least halfway born of anxiety. It's his way to make light of these things, so he types: Certainly not on a first date, then erases it before he sends the text, opting instead to simply send the set of coordinates.
This accomplished, he makes his way to the meeting-spot himself, riding the autumn wind.
When he arrives, Megatron will find it looks very little like a 'hall' of any sort, at least from the outside. What is there is an open field, a tumble of bare rocks twice the size of a human dwelling, and a dead tree carved with the symbol of a reddened eye. If he is at all sensitive to the kind of energy flux Loki would call magic, though, he may sense there is more here than is easily seen. A cavernous space under the rock, under the ground, which will open only when Loki commands it.
Loki himself, is waiting, seated cross-legged on one of the boulders, already in Jotun form. The ridged cobalt skin stands out against the black of his clothing and hair, and his eyes, like the symbol on the tree above him, are ruby red.
"Well met," he says, and gives a graceful, seated bow, studying his guest in return.