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[spiderhorse]

[No one remembers the eight-legged horse these days. Not even his mother/father.

Sad times in the mythology stables, sad times indeed.]

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[fotlenke]

[Sigyn peeks out from the hood of her cloak, then pushes the cloth back, a big beaming expression just for the boy/horse.]

You are so very lovely, dear creature.

[spiderhorse]

[Oh, well, look who it is. The wife of he who birthed him.

...he hasn't gotten any idea of how she would feel about him truly, considering that he was born out of bestial adultery to her and that Loki gave him to his father as a colt, so he's rather wary. Her words are kind and flatter him, however, and he can't help but toss back his mane at that and move forward slightly, eight legs giving away his nervousness.]

[fotlenke]

[This Sigyn is young, before her heart even beats so fast for Prince Loki. She is tousled and she is eager to explore. She brushes past all others to come to the great horse's side.]

How fare you, little one? I see Loki's mischief in your great eyes. [She produces a plump apple from the inside of her cloak and offers it up.] A present to the child of my friend.

[spiderhorse]

[He pulls his head back slightly, startled by how quickly she comes to his side. That's strange, strange indeed. And she is so young, he can see now, that perhaps she doesn't know...hasn't become attached to his parent quite yet.

Though, oh holy Allfather, that is an apple and it looks whole and delicious and almost as delectable as a giant cube of sugar. A brief glance between the bearer of his snack and the snack itself is all he gives before plucking it out of her hand, tongue and teeth brushing against her as gently as he can manage.]

[fotlenke]

[She giggles when his tongue and teeth brush against her hand.] That tickles! [She watches him take the apple, smiling growing ten-fold.]

I hope you like it. It was the most beautiful shade of red on the valley trees.

[spiderhorse]

[Tickles? He hasn't heard that since he was a colt, and that was a long, long time ago.

The most beautiful shade of red apple has just been completely devoured. Completely. Not a leaf or stem left at all.

Gratefully (she did bring it to him, after all, as much as she currently confuses him), he dips his head down, allowing her to touch his muzzle if she so desires.]

[skytraveler]

[THERE'S A REASON THAT YOU AREN'T REMEMBERED, SLEPNIR. It's the fact that getting pregnant is embarrassing.]

Oh...hello there. It's been a while, hasn't it?

[spiderhorse]

[But MomDad...

He spots his parent and automatically stamps a good six of his eight feet in a form of eagerness. His tail comes up to smack against his buttocks and back, and then he's elegantly trotting over to Loki, tossing his head so that his mane shows well.

Look, he's making himself pretty.]

[skytraveler]

[Arrrrgh why couldn't you be an arm eating wolf or a giant snake like your other siblings? There's a reason you're not the favorite and it's because you're making yourself pretty.]

You look...nice.

[He says, while keeping a lookout for any of the other gods. If Thor or Odin show up, he's ditching you, horsekid]

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[fotlenke]

[Somewhere from behind, an apple may hit you in the head, Liesmith.]

[skytraveler]

[That hurt! He spins around and looks to find...oh. Sigyn. And he's with one of the kids that isn't theirs. So, naturally, Loki puts on his best, most charming smile.]

Hello there, my dear.

[spiderhorse]

[He hasn't seen you in AGES, give him a break! He doesn't know much about his parent, after all, he's not quite sure how to behave.

Also, he's damn awesome, okay. Is he prettier than you as a mare or something, MomDad? Don't be jealous of his shiny grey coat and luxurious mane and tail.

He draws his head back in confusion at the way his words spill out, an accompanying, proper noise escaping in a loud exhale as he does so. What did he do wrong?

But a moment later and he's leaning his neck down to catch a proper sniff of he who dumped him so long ago.]

[skytraveler]

[Well, you are a very nice horse. Quite possibly even an amazing horse. Loki reaches over, still trying to keep an eye out for anybody watching and gives Slepnir a few scratches on the back of his neck.]

Missed me? I must admit, I wasn't exactly the best...parent to you.

[trickyfire]

[A phoenix remembers, and has just flown in and is perching nearby.]

[spiderhorse]

[The bird of flame is not something he's all that used to, so he pulls back quite a bit, legs working quickly to do so.

But not too much, of course, considering who his rider is. He tosses his head in slight confusion.]

[sorcerous]

I never forgot.

[spiderhorse]

[Another MomDad!

Unsure of how he'll be taken, he turns his head so his horse eye can take him in properly, moving over to him in a semi-circle so that he never loses sight of him. Never forgot? Really?]

[sorcerous]

How could I? The only child I have borne of my flesh and blood.

I am an ignorant parent, distant and ill-suited, and I was too young to have you. I have shame, and I have regrets.

[spiderhorse]

[The dark eye widens slightly at the confession, so easily come by without him having to have done much of anything. He has not heard much of the Trickster, too busy beneath Odin to have even time to seek out such things himself. Not...that it would be easy, but Huginn and Muninn were most informative the few times they had to themselves.

The only child of his flesh and blood, perhaps, but the most docile of them, if a horse like Sleipnir could be considered "docile" at all.

He comes around Loki, still in a semi-circular manner, before leaning his neck forward and exhaling loudly near Loki's neck. Sometimes, of course, when horses exhale, there's a bit of snot that goes along with it all...]

[sorcerous]

[ He has had time enough to think these things over, given the storylines he's had. He discarded his children, one by one, favoring solitude. He acted as a child himself.

Outside of a place like this one, he knows he will never apologize. He will never understand the hypocrisy he inflicted on his own families.

...also, god damn it, Sleipnir.

Loki sighs, and fishes a handkerchief from his pocket. ]

One would think you'd grow out of that habit.

[ A hint of strained fondness, there, though; he remembers.

His palm flattens on Sleipnir's neck, stroking slow to his shoulder. ]

[philip_charming]

[That's a LOTTA legs. Don't they ever get tangled up, bro?]

[spiderhorse]

[He understands that other horses have four legs, but he can't imagine not having eight. Tangled up?

Well...not really. It's all he's ever known, after all. He didn't just wake up with four more legs, after all; he was born with them.

You've got lots of showy stuff going on there, with your saddle and that ribbon thing around your neck...doesn't it ever get bothersome?]

[philip_charming]

[Eh, it keeps Riderman happy, and keeping Riderman happy is how Samson gets the GOOD eats. Because seriously, who doesn't love them some CARROTS now and again?

Especially since Riderman lives with a princess, and it's always fun to have a princess try to spoil you with goodies.]

[spiderhorse]

[OHMYGOSH CARROTS! They are totally killer, right? Carrots, a juicy apple, and a few cubes of sugar and he is happy to do whatever needs to be done.

A princess? Wow! Sleipnir lives with the god of all gods and his wife, his ravens, and, well...the realm of gods. That's craziness! What are princesses like anyway, fellow horse?]

[philip_charming]

[Apples are OKAY, sure, but carrots are totally where it's at. You add some oats in there, and that's a meal fit for a horse!

...What's a god, anyway? They sound cool, but the birds are probably better company. And princesses? They're all skinny and good-smelling and they have tiny hands that they rub your nose with, and they have yellow on their heads! And if you can get one for yourself, they'll totally sneak out and try to give you extra treats to make you like them better. Princesses are pretty nice to have...

But it's Riderman that gives you the rubdowns and curryings, you know? It's all good.