On Dream Plots

[brosif]

Mundane.

In a matter of days, you have turned me from displaced warrior to would-be kingslayer to horse. But all these offenses pale in comparison to your next idea.

I am meant to bear arms, not children. Even in a dream.

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[sorcerous]

That is your nightmare?

[brosif]

No. My nightmare would not be such a challenge to escape, anymore.

[sorcerous]

Tell me.

[starspangledheart]

Why can't you do both?

[brosif]

They do not forge maternity armor, to the extent that I am aware.

[starspangledheart]

No, but... you could take it off for a few months. [Shrugs.]

[lunging]

[SORRY HE CAN'T STOP LAUGHING

PUNCHING HIM MIGHT NOT EVEN WORK

FUNNY JOKE SISF]

[brosif]

[He's getting punched anyway, absolutely.]

This is not a jest, you idiot.

[lunging]

[Yeah, yeah, it's love pats by now.

Not that Fandral wants to deal with having children, either, because that is a horrifying thing. He's careful about these things.]

A-ha ow you...you dream of bearing children? [HAHAHAHAH] My ear...! Why...why didn't you tell me before?

[trickstering]

There are worse fates.

[brosif]

There are fates am I far better suited to.

[trickstering]

Of course, but that is almost never taken account into such decisions when they are made for us.

[subecho]

[ Well. Then. ]

The blood of your blood will surely only be born with a bow in hand.

[brosif]

I hope that they are not warriors. Better that they are quiet, well behaved, with spades in hand instead of weapons. It won't help things if I like them.

[subecho]

You will care for them anyway, I believe.

[consultmybooks]

[...all right, then.

This is a matter Giles can kind of sympathize with, even if he's doing that thing where he looks anywhere but at Sif.]

D-Don't, um...don't bother with strollers. Horrible things.

[brosif]

[Sif wonders, briefly, what it is about her that constantly makes Gilesson look away. But moreso, she wonders:]

Is there a lot of strolling in motherhood?

[consultmybooks]

[It's the goddess thing. The others he's met in the past have gotten much the same reaction, from the one who sliced him open with a chainsaw to the one who became one of his dearest friends.

That and, well, he and Sif yet to have a meeting that isn't awkward, this one very much included - dimly, very far away, he remembers the perversely twisted image of Olivia, sitting on top of a crypt and crying as she struggled to figure out how to fix a stroller - and Giles deals with awkward by not looking at it.]

S-Sometimes. "Strollers", not, um, strolling. They're a, um...human invention, I suppose. Used to, um, wheel children about, rather than having them carried.

[sorcerous]

I never have.

But the only child I bore could walk a half-hour after his birth.

[ Which was better than Loki could do, at the time. ]

[consultmybooks]

Having six legs would, um, seem to be advantageous, in that regard.

[Giles knows horses. Not necessarily six legged horses, but he does know horses.]

[spiderhorse]

[OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH BEING A HORSE!?!?!?

You guys are such bullies!]

[brosif]

[Nothing, if you were born a horse.

CHILL.]

[sorcerous]

Nothing at all, if it weren't for that hat.

[ladysarmour]

I once dreamed of children.

They're only dreams.

[brosif]

Some dreams cling more than others.