Are we back? (voicetesting and all?!)

[lokiofasgard]

You know, I thought that perhaps playing that one blasted song over and over and over again would be the most irritating thing you'd do tonight, but apparently I couldn't be further from wrong!

[ folds his arms in a tight knot across his chest; lips pursed; sharp breathing ]

If I had any clue, any inkling that you'd haul me back to this god forsaken place, I'd have made for an escape much earlier.

But I suppose that now, all of those notions have been quite harshly swept from the cards.

...

At least turn this music off, I implore you, mun...

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[worldserpent]

I've tried. Essscaping. Doesn't work.

[lokiofasgard]

Mmn, I've nary a doubt in my mind you're right, young one.

[ seems midly disquietened ]

Torturous, these mun types, wouldn't you agree?

[worldserpent]

She's done bad things. Good things, too, sssometimes.

[lokiofasgard]

[ his brow knits slightly; speaking in mildly hushed tones ]

Dare I ask what she has done with you, my little one?

[worldserpent]

[ she reaches out, concentrating on carefully closing her hands around his, trying to make certain her fingers do what she wants them to do. it sucks being a snake most of the time. ]

You shouldn't worry, Father. It was nothing that I couldn't handle.

[lokiofasgard]

[ he eyes his daughter carefully, calculatingly, noting all the tiny lines her face betrays. needless to say, he firmly envelopes her hands in his own - a tentatively tight grasp, his thumbs ghosting tiny patterns back and forth across her skin ]

Oh but you know I will continue to worry regardless, my dear... and you know you can hide nought from me. You would tell me should she pull you into anything too trepid and terrible, wouldn't you?

[worldserpent]

[ sensation always seems to distract her, no matter what shape she wears, so for a few moments she only blinks down at the way his thumbs move over her hands. at last, though, she glances back up, wide-eyed and solemn as always. ]

We are always ssso far apart, Father. Midgard is my home.

[lokiofasgard]

[ as always, he devotes enough time and thought to watch her face, the subtle twitch of her eyes. he sees not enough of his daughter, and at times it pains him so grievously... but this? this is better. this makes up for it. ]

I know, darling, I know... but... at least we do get these small, fleeting moments. 'Tis better than nothing, is it not?

[worldserpent]

It would.. be better if Hel and Fenrir were here. [ but she really can't complain if she gets a little time even with only one member of her family. ] And.. Thor. Are you ssstill fighting..?

[lokiofasgard]

I know... I too wish we could see them more often. But you know your brother is bound, and your sister... well, she has her own dominion to oversee. One day, perhaps, things may change. But do not mourn what you cannot have; embrace what you do.

[ and as he speaks, he feels stung. not particularly good at taking his own advice, as always. he sighs lightly, regretfully in the wake of how very sparse his kin truly are. he too longs to have his children by him, and yet they are too riven to wish for reprieve. ]

Thor...? [ a humourless laugh; almost bitter. ] As always, my dear... as always.

[burdenof]

Not even the cleverest can escape a mun's grasp, I'm afraid. She does enjoy keeping me on my toes.

[lokiofasgard]

Ah, and what a pity it is to see even you ensnared by such mortal lunatics, my dear.

But, for your sake, I do hope she keeps you well?

[burdenof]

It certainly could be worse, though I've gotten into some dreadful predicaments with no thanks to her.

All in all, I still have most of my own sanity in tact, so that is always a positive note. And yours? How does yours treat you as of late?

[lokiofasgard]

I daren't ask, I daren't ask... [ lips purse; seemingly disquietened. ]

Ah, I wouldn't trouble you with my strife; though she does seem so keen on perpetuating it... [ he trails off, an oddly mindful look upon his face. ] She has me sharing drinks with whom I couldn't fathom even smiling at, and fraternising with those I wouldn't dare to pay the slightest affable thought to otherwise...

Typical stuff, really. [ sighs lightly, running a hand through his hair. ] I'm surprised I've not been forced off the nearest cliff as yet.

[burdenof]

[ Sigyn nods expectantly. ] Oh, please, darling, is that not why I am here? I am quite a good listener after all.

-- Ah. Well, it wouldn't do her any good if you were flung into the depths, would it? I would certainly be upset. [ A beat. ] I find myself finding different ways of escape with you - or, rather, versions of you. [ And a small laugh. ] Or as a mortal witch attending a boarding school.

[worldserpent]

I do not.. think that I know how to mourn. [ she's belonged to the ocean for so long, after all. she has a hard time understanding her own feelings, sometimes.

still, she leans in, bumping her brow gently against his jaw, the expression as fond as she knows how to make it. ]

I wish that you were not. He ssseemed to make you happy, once.

[sorrowbringer]

You may as well enjoy it, pretty.

[lokiofasgard]

Mmn... be glad of that. 'Tis hardly a great feeling to bear. In truth, a quiet, calm numbness is always better than grief.

[ and again, he is rendered quiet; thoughtful as he gently inclines his head towards hers. a slender hand of his finds the back of her neck, nestling carefully. ]

Once, perhaps... but, things change. I am... afraid that he and I, we are no longer on... on good enough terms. [ he lets slip an airy, regretful sigh. ] Beyond the point of rectifying.

[lokiofasgard]

Indeed you are, darling. [ he smiles some, it gently tugging on the corners of his mouth. ] Still... my woes should not become yours also.

True, but perhaps that'd be for the best, would it not? [ he laughs lightly, though 'tis all but humourless. ] I jest, my dear. She would not permit me to seek the indulgence. She has become far too attached to me... 'tis rather baffling...

Eheh... ah yes, of course. Strange to consider there are other incarnations of us running around the place. [ he returns the soft laugh. ] Strange you should say that though, her most recent flight of fantasy has me a young wizard... hm.

[lokiofasgard]

Am I to assume you derive such mirth yourself?

[burdenof]

It does make me wonder if such is a glamor or an alternate reality. [ And - totally cheesy in Sigyn's own hopeful fashion: ] But, more often than not, we are a team. Though I cannot make any assumptions, for the attitude is never the same.

However. [ Sigyn bounces a little on her heels, excited. ] If yours would indulge her own flights of fantasy, I would be much obliged.

[sorrowbringer]

If I'm forced to remain here with this insignificant Midgardian child, I may as well find ways to amuse myself, hmm?

It does bear reminding that the great All-Father cannot keep either of us from our children here.

[lokiofasgard]

Ah, there is always that... though knowing you, my dear, I hope for you that you never tumble into the path of a lesser version of me. [ his mouth seems to lock as he takes in a sharp breath of air. ] Mun does so balk and whine of other incarnations of me who are... well, not quite as forthcoming, shall we say.

[ and then, Loki can't help but raise his eyebrows in mild surprise, Sigyn's exuberance and enthusiasm with the idea taking him aback rather a lot. still, she is such a light, sunny creature. how could he find fault? ] Ah-- well, you're certainly happy about this, aren't you? I-I mean I-- ... [ he sighs. ] My mun is positively convulsing at the idea...

[lokiofasgard]

Ah, but not all are granted such pleasantries. [ grumbles; all but bitter. ] Mine grants me little in this respect. Although... although occasionally, she bears weakness there to prey upon.

You're right, my dear. Although our sweet snake does so miss her brother, her sister. I still see little of them... 'tis... 'tis quite a shame, really.

[burdenof]

[ A little shrug of her shoulders. ] I simply take their differences are different layers of you, the Lady Mun's opinions aside.

[ But now is a time for being giddy and she clasps her hands under her chin, grinning broadly. She is not often used to getting her way, but if she can ... ] My younger self so desires companionship.

With little pressure on your dear writer.