FML, horse edition.

[sorcerous]

A single night with her, a single day apart -- and then, before I've seen her twice again, she is turned into a horse?

Not near so amusing as you think it is.

I know it: I am cursed. I have a curse, and it is you.

Comments

just...tell me f off whenever

[spiderhorse]

[...

hi

Is she a lovely mare, Parent?

Yes, because another Loki told him that was a better title than Mother or Father.

It also takes a considerable less amount of time to think of.]

:D

[sorcerous]

Parent? How dry. Svadilfari sired you, I bore you; I am your mother, Lokisson, man though I am now.

[ A long exhale. Is she lovely? Only in the sense that all horses are beautiful, and Loki has always found them so. They have a grace, and a speed, that is lacking in the Aesir. ]

And she is more beautiful in her own flesh, if you must know.

\o/

[spiderhorse]

[Oh gosh, everyone is just all up in Sleipnir's rune-carved grill, he didn't do anything but his job and be abandoned by Momdad, okay, and now everyone is all GRRRR and HISSSS (because a wolf and a snake, your babies) about him simply existing and not, you know, tossing the Allfather off and prancing over his weary body.

Ah...the other...the you...yes, Mother.

But...

Can any mare be as beautiful as you once were, though?]

[sorcerous]

I was not so beautiful, and you must remember: we are all different. Lokis more than others; there is so much in our temperament, so much history that may be taken one way or another. If Thor is a tapestry, it is all red and lightning; rewoven, there is not much to change. If I were... what they know of me, on my own -- they've seen but a string. A single patch, already become frayed. Is it any wonder...?

And you could find a thousand pieces of shadow and never find two as alike as two pieces of light.

[lunging]

[More than one Loki? What is this madness!]

If I recall correctly, you are quite fond of horses, my friend.

[sorcerous]

Less fond when they used to be the Lady Sif.

[lunging]

[...what.]

And what is it that caused the Lady Sif to become equine? Was it some form of magic more powerful than your own?

[sorcerous]

This realm is full of magic. Much of it more powerful than mine, given that it stole my strength.

[ladysarmour]

She is a very...magnificent mare.

[brosif]

No, she is not.

[ladysarmour]

I-I'm sorry, my lady, as you say, of course. I am no expert in horseflesh.

[brosif]

[Damn it Sansa, why you gotta press every single “be nice to the maiden” button that she has? Sif relents, with a smile meant to be gentle. She’s not good at gentle but she tries.]

I apologize – this state has left me very irritated.

[sorcerous]

Beautiful, and strong, and no doubt she would take well to a steady hand.

[ladysarmour]

Perhaps there is a horsemaster in the town?

[sorcerous]

You're looking at one.

[brosif]

...A steady hand?

[brosif]

Yes. My misfortunes are your curse.

[sorcerous]

Must it have been a horse?

[brosif]

It was hardly my choice.

...you are concerned.

[bringer_of_sorrow]

You do have a way of finding yourself in such interesting dilemmas.

:D :D

[sorcerous]

This woman is the one responsible.

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[bringer_of_sorrow]

[She's amused. Some things never change.]

Indeed, she found herself to be cursed. Truly, inconsiderate of her.

[Sorry Loki, she can't stop herself. XD]

[midgardserpent]

[Oh well this is just amusing. Amazing how the ironies just build up around you, isn't it, Father.

You get a slow clap for that.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

Hands are good for something after all, it seems.]

[sorcerous]

I won't have your disrespect.

[midgardserpent]

[Oh really. Jormungandr raises an eyebrow. What exactly are you going to do about it?]