Asgard - Broxton, Oklahoma - Tuesday
Dec. 27th, 2011 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
abitlowkeyWhen Loki returned to what he had claimed as his room within the ruins of Asgard, there was a magpie in the window waiting for him. A strange, docile little bird that he could hardly help but great with a, "Hello, Mr. Magpie."
When it responded with an a deep, ominous, "Lo--" and then promptly exploded in a rain of feathers and blood, he thought better of greeting any strange animal again.
"Gross," he muttered, wiping the blood off on his trousers before inspecting the shiny bit of metal on the windowsill where the bird had previously been. A key.
How curious.
The key, he found, unlocked a box in the very guts of Asgard. Inside the box was a further key. But this key fit no lock he could find. But was sought as a keepsake by one of the elf folk sheltering nearby; it inspired the elf to poetry. Which caused Loki some consternation until analysis revealed that buried in the poem's rhyme and meter was a further message.
Loki went a Midgardian desert crossroads and sang a song distilled from the Elf-verse, at which point a demon sprang into existence.
And promptly went the way of the magpie. ("EW!")
In accordance to the earlier instructions, Loki cooked the remains and served them to Volstagg, an act which did a little to endear the boy to the girth-gifted guardian. For no one who could serve such a delicious (if mysterious) meal could be entirely bad.
Loki came to Volstagg as he slept, noting the words he murmured in the witching hour. And the words that rumbled from that great chest led Loki to a cave. (Past traps too diverse and various to be recounted in this humble telling.) In that cave, a dragon spoke to him in the old tongue before promptly dying, disintegrating, and being dispersed by a mystical wind to the corners of the realm. ("...at least it didn't explode.")
The old tongue was not known to this Loki and it was a difficult study to decipher. It took him a whole evening to learn.
In the end it brought him to a book that had not existed and should not exist. Within the book, he read:
Loki's final stand against the Void is a question to which we have no answer. Why did Loki do it?
The more he looked at this one passage, the deeper he was pulled in. That is, of course, until he abruptly hit the floor. A spell within the book? Who could have...
When he looked up, there was the helm of Loki waiting for him. Upon that, a magpie sat perched. As though it had been waiting all this time for him to finally arrive.
"Hello, Mr. Magpie," he offered after a moment.
When it responded with an a deep, ominous, "Lo--" and then promptly exploded in a rain of feathers and blood, he thought better of greeting any strange animal again.
"Gross," he muttered, wiping the blood off on his trousers before inspecting the shiny bit of metal on the windowsill where the bird had previously been. A key.
How curious.
The key, he found, unlocked a box in the very guts of Asgard. Inside the box was a further key. But this key fit no lock he could find. But was sought as a keepsake by one of the elf folk sheltering nearby; it inspired the elf to poetry. Which caused Loki some consternation until analysis revealed that buried in the poem's rhyme and meter was a further message.
Loki went a Midgardian desert crossroads and sang a song distilled from the Elf-verse, at which point a demon sprang into existence.
And promptly went the way of the magpie. ("EW!")
In accordance to the earlier instructions, Loki cooked the remains and served them to Volstagg, an act which did a little to endear the boy to the girth-gifted guardian. For no one who could serve such a delicious (if mysterious) meal could be entirely bad.
Loki came to Volstagg as he slept, noting the words he murmured in the witching hour. And the words that rumbled from that great chest led Loki to a cave. (Past traps too diverse and various to be recounted in this humble telling.) In that cave, a dragon spoke to him in the old tongue before promptly dying, disintegrating, and being dispersed by a mystical wind to the corners of the realm. ("...at least it didn't explode.")
The old tongue was not known to this Loki and it was a difficult study to decipher. It took him a whole evening to learn.
In the end it brought him to a book that had not existed and should not exist. Within the book, he read:
The more he looked at this one passage, the deeper he was pulled in. That is, of course, until he abruptly hit the floor. A spell within the book? Who could have...
When he looked up, there was the helm of Loki waiting for him. Upon that, a magpie sat perched. As though it had been waiting all this time for him to finally arrive.
"Hello, Mr. Magpie," he offered after a moment.
