Voice testing || probably forever homeless

[goddess_allure]

You have taken great pains to restore me to 'my proper gender' as you have put it, but to what end? Am I to languish within your 'headspace', along with the many others you have no time to give the proper attention they require?

If that is my fate than you have wasted both our time. My king is dead, my realm is in ruins, my people who have survived the devastation inflicted upon us by the Aesir are suffering. This is the last place I need to be trapped.

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[spiderhorse]

[What big eyes you have, Grandmother.]

[goddess_allure]

Sleipnir, I rarely see you without Odin upon your back.

[spiderhorse]

[There's a moment where he looks down, large black eyes hidden by gray lids. What should he say? Is he allowed to speak with Laufey, even? Would Odin be angered if he found out he had spoken to her?

I am rarely out without him, my lady.]

[goddess_allure]

[She acknowledges that this is strange to be speaking with the Allfather's noble steed who also happens to be her son's offspring.]

What brand of mischief brings you to this place?

[spiderhorse]

[Sleipnir doesn't get much family visiting, okay, it's just a bit strange for them to be all around all of a sudden.

Mischief? Oh...I think the mortal blames these things called "anons," Grandmother.]

[goddess_allure]

[Laufey can say the same for family visits. Especially given how estranged she is from Sleipnir's father.]

Ah, frequently the mortal over here does the same. She claims to be easily enabled.

[A small smile graces her lips after a moment.]

Are you well?

[spiderhorse]

[Momdad doesn't visit him either, Grandmama :(

Well? I am very well. Always well! I cannot afford to ever fall prey to illness or disease, and I never shall.]

[goddess_allure]

Of course. The Allfather has been good to then?

[Such a peculiar family they have going here.]

[spiderhorse]

[Does he look skeletal, or even thin? Are his hooves hemmed with jagged edges? Heck yeah Odin takes good care of him

He is always kind to me, in every way one could think of. He is my most precious rider, were he to let me fall into disarray would result in his pain.]

[goddess_allure]

[No she can see he looks to be in good health, but a grandmother can still inquire off her grandchild's well being.]

That is good then. [And she means it, even if she wants to throttle your motherfather at the moment.]

[spiderhorse]

[It's all right, Grandma. He already stepped on his foot.

He whinnies as he moves forward, curing his head and neck in easy reach for her, his mane without knots. Teeth appear slightly, sharpened and with runic carvings upon each. Yeah, Grandhorsekid is healthy and also look at that mane and his hair is so well kept

and also his shirt came off (he doesn't wear them)]

[goddess_allure]

[There is a moment of hesitation before she takes a step forward and lightly touches his neck and mane.]

Odin must have you quite pampered, how many attendants does he give you.

[She has to chuckle a bit in amusement, because of course this sort of care isn't afforded to any horse.]

[spiderhorse]

[Yesssss...feel that neck and mane, Gran-Gran? All other horse necks and manes are forever ruined, that is how awesome it is. Best horse ever.

At the question, four legs lift and shuffle him as he thinks.

Not as many as my looks probably would cause one to assume. Fair Frigga visits whenever he is not aware to bring me sweet fruits and cubes of sugar.]

[sorcerous]

How many dead?

[ With wary eyes and cold tension. ]

[goddess_allure]

Why do you ask? Do you intend to gloat?

[She's angry, but does nothing to mask the pain and hurt in her tone.]

[sorcerous]

If only.

[ If only he had been truly successful, with no messy guilt to plague him. If only he had died himself in the fall from the Bifrost. If only he had truly been Odin's son.

But monstrous blood does always win in the end, doesn't it? ]

[goddess_allure]

Lashing out at Fárbauti and myself, I did expect would happen. But our realm? You would have destroyed all of us for your precious Aesir? Is being a Jötunn truly that hideous to you?

[She's so bitter over this. Oh of course the Jötunns would be painted as mindless savage monsters by the Aesir sitting up in their golden city looking down upon the rest of the Nine Realms.]

[sorcerous]

Would you like me to explain, Sire?

Or should it be Mother?

[goddess_allure]

[Instantly she glares.]

Do not mock me, Loki. I do not expect any respect from you, but I will not be mocked by own flesh and blood.

[sorcerous]

[ He closes his eyes, and he laughs, low and bitter. What irony: that he said the same thing to Jormungandr just hours ago. ]

Kill me quick, then, for it seems everything that spills from my tongue is naught but mockery.

[ Meaning it in double: that he is a trickster, that he uses his words to twist and to hurt -- but also that anything he said of nobility, of truth, of war was just a mockery of the Aesir. He is nothing. A mock-god. ]

[goddess_allure]

[She shakes her head as it is rather evident at this point that her son has a death wish.]

I will not be your executioner. Though if you were to ask one of your brothers, I'm sure either one would oblige you.

[She grasps her forehead in an attempt to rein in her anger. After a moment she sighs partly frustrated with herself. One misstep and this is what she had brought down on her and her people.]

I never should have had the guards hide you in the temple, but it is not as if I could have predicted that Odin would take you.

[sorcerous]

[ A shift, behind his eyes. Something dark, and something empty. ]

Hidden.

Not discarded.

[goddess_allure]

[She can't help but scoff. She had a feeling this might be the case.]

I thought so. Odin thought we abandoned you, didn't he?

[sorcerous]

You lie.

[ about ten seconds from having another complete breakdown. ]

[goddess_allure]

What have I to gain by lying now? Yes, our people do abandon any infants deemed too small to survive.

But the rulers of the realm do not discard their offspring. To discard our young would send the message that we created something weak and that is never a message we would send.