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.

[spiderhorse]

[Holy cow shit, Mom, that was a lot of things said in some strange ways to say those things, which he's not sure of what, exactly, was said.

What did he just say? Oh, he can't ask. He can't show how foolish he is when it comes to...really wordy things about stuff he doesn't at all understand.

Mother...you are clearly troubled. Is there anything I can do for you to ease these worries?]

[lunging]

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

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

[sorcerous]

She's turned into a horse!

And since you didn't inherit the slightest sorcerous ability, no. Nothing.

[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.

[spiderhorse]

[OMG MOM WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY

HE'S JUST TRYING TO HELP

Mother, I didn't intend to upset you...I wasn't trying to...

Sleipnir, for all his talents, isn't much with words. If his mother was of a silver tongue, then indeed was his horse child born with a tongue of lead.

Instead of saying anything, however, he simply moves forward, extending his neck and putting his nose within an easy reach.]

[lunging]

[All the Lokis, they're so angry. So. Angry.]

I...forgive me, for I cannot fathom a magic more powerful than your own. This is troubling news, troubling indeed.

[ladysarmour]

She is a very...magnificent mare.

[sorcerous]

Oh, terribly troubling. Though perhaps less for the existence of that power and more for your own lack of imagination.

[lunging]

Nay, my friend, terribly troubling for any of the Nine Realms. There is no magician as skilled as you in all of Asgard, for something or someone to be powerful enough to take that away is a dangerous feat.

[brosif]

Yes. My misfortunes are your curse.

[brosif]

No, she is not.

[ladysarmour]

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

[sorcerous]

[ Why you gotta do a thing, Fandral. With the flattery.

Loki is mollified, somewhat. ]

I will take the compliment as it is given.

But this is another realm entirely, and the All-Father's name holds no weight here.

[sorcerous]

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

[bringer_of_sorrow]

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

[sorcerous]

Must it have been a horse?

[sorcerous]

[ o-oh. He shouldn't have taken that out on someone who, all things considered, isn't involved or remotely able to be involved or --

Hnngh.

Loki cups his nose, strokes his neck. ]

She has me very cross.

[ She being the mundane. ]

[ladysarmour]

Perhaps there is a horsemaster in the town?

:D :D

[sorcerous]

This woman is the one responsible.