A (for arrival) [ Honestly, this isn't the worst he's seen. The icy wastelands of Jotunheim are far less inviting than the forest, for one, not to speak of the void between realms. Still, the rain and the dark make it difficult to see, and Loki finds himself already irritated as he trudges through the trees.
There are the natural pitfalls of any such place, unseen crannies and dips in the ground, unexpected roots that curve up out of the forest floor, odd creatures here he's not encountered before. There are also strange pockets of space that Loki gives a wide berth, places where the world seems to bend oddly. It's nothing at all like the hidden steps between Realms he's traveled, and there's just something unsettling about them, the very ground seeming to tremble when he once stepped near.
The rain soaks through everything, making each step precarious, and the flickering light of his magic reflects oddly off of trees and leaves, making it difficult to trust his eyes. A low sound of movement up ahead makes Loki's eyes narrow as he peers through the dark. He raises his voice: ]
Who's there? Speak, or you will die.
[ It's delivered easily, simple and light: as though he's greeting someone in the comforts of an Asgardian ballroom. ]
B (for beasty battle(?)) [ The creatures here are strange and unusual, even by Loki's well-traveled standards. Some, he sends skittering away with a well-placed lance of magic. Others, he has to fight. And it is the former situation he finds himself in at the moment.
He'd been walking through a slight break in the trees, a small clearing (though it could barely be called thus), when he'd been attacked. The beast is both scaled and furred, and frustratingly fast with both claws and tail, bent on tearing him apart for no reason he can see.
Loki holds his own relatively well, but the rain makes the ground slippery and droplets drip into his eyes, blurring his vision. ]
C (for CYOA) [ CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE idk I'm cool with anything /o/ ]
loki | ota /o/
[ Honestly, this isn't the worst he's seen. The icy wastelands of Jotunheim are far less inviting than the forest, for one, not to speak of the void between realms. Still, the rain and the dark make it difficult to see, and Loki finds himself already irritated as he trudges through the trees.
There are the natural pitfalls of any such place, unseen crannies and dips in the ground, unexpected roots that curve up out of the forest floor, odd creatures here he's not encountered before. There are also strange pockets of space that Loki gives a wide berth, places where the world seems to bend oddly. It's nothing at all like the hidden steps between Realms he's traveled, and there's just something unsettling about them, the very ground seeming to tremble when he once stepped near.
The rain soaks through everything, making each step precarious, and the flickering light of his magic reflects oddly off of trees and leaves, making it difficult to trust his eyes. A low sound of movement up ahead makes Loki's eyes narrow as he peers through the dark. He raises his voice: ]
Who's there? Speak, or you will die.
[ It's delivered easily, simple and light: as though he's greeting someone in the comforts of an Asgardian ballroom. ]
B (for beasty battle(?))
[ The creatures here are strange and unusual, even by Loki's well-traveled standards. Some, he sends skittering away with a well-placed lance of magic. Others, he has to fight. And it is the former situation he finds himself in at the moment.
He'd been walking through a slight break in the trees, a small clearing (though it could barely be called thus), when he'd been attacked. The beast is both scaled and furred, and frustratingly fast with both claws and tail, bent on tearing him apart for no reason he can see.
Loki holds his own relatively well, but the rain makes the ground slippery and droplets drip into his eyes, blurring his vision. ]
C (for CYOA)
[ CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE idk I'm cool with anything /o/ ]