deceived, by illusion

[purposeful_glory]

Sigyn goes on hanging around the Three and Thor and Loki. Fandral, charmed in spite of her vocal disgruntlement, doesn't go so far as to kick him out of bed for her embarrassment, let alone insist on kicking him out of their practices; Hogun is too quiet to bother objecting if she harbors negative opinions; Volstagg is put off but not enough to throw her weight behind her objections. Thor considers his fighting respectable enough, and Loki doesn't mind the addition at all.

Loki wants to be queen one day and has not neglected learning to talk to people, learning the names of important sorts - but she has neglected assembling close friends (why should she do such a thing when she can tell them so little about herself?), and piggybacks on Thor's. So she is invited along when Thor decides she wants to go hunting for giant aurochs and thereby enjoy the supposedly superior flavor of fresh-killed beef one has personally killed.

And when Sigyn asks if he can come, well, nobody contradicts Thor when she says "Very well," even though this follows a longish pause.

Aurochs, come out, come out, wherever you are.

Comments

[purposeful_glory]

"You'd fit right in. Unless you like doing magic too."

[thevictorious]

"I don't know any," he says. "I tried to learn some once, and it was..." He shakes his head. "I don't quite know how to explain, but it was driving me mad and I stopped."

[purposeful_glory]

"Well and good, a sorcerer driven mad is no one's favorite neighbor."

[thevictorious]

He giggles. "Yes."

[purposeful_glory]

"But of course if anyone noticed you keep your soul inside of yourself they'd think you were awfully strange, so you'd want to keep moving around."

[thevictorious]

"Yes, that would be a problem," he acknowledges. "What do they do with their little animals in intimate moments, I wonder?"

[purposeful_glory]

"I didn't ask. Judging from the bawdy tavern songs it varies with the animal and the relationship in all sorts of ways, but who knows how accurate bawdy tavern songs are?"

[thevictorious]

"Bawdy tavern songs vary widely in accuracy, this I have learned."

[purposeful_glory]

"Indeed."

[thevictorious]

"Have you had much occasion to verify them?"

[purposeful_glory]

"...No."

[thevictorious]

"I have."

[purposeful_glory]

"And yet of the two of us I have heard by far the greater number of songs referring to such and such a character's soul being a duck and the implications this has for her evenings, so this confers you little expertise on Midgardian habits."

[thevictorious]

"What implications might those be, then?"

[purposeful_glory]

"Oh, it won't rhyme if I repeat it."

[thevictorious]

"Of course."

[purposeful_glory]

"If I do go back it probably won't be for a long time. I'm glad I didn't get attached to any of them. They die very young."

[thevictorious]

"Is it true, then? Less than a century each?"

[purposeful_glory]

"Typically, yes. Often much less. And the youngest children especially die like mice."

...Not when she was physically present they didn't, but she heard things.

[thevictorious]

"It's sad."

[purposeful_glory]

"Heartbreaking. And they have a fair number of wars amongst themselves, and even crude weapons and brief training can leave soldiers with septic wounds and missing limbs and not a real healer among them."

[thevictorious]

"Maybe we should bring a healer."

[purposeful_glory]

"Do you know some?"

[thevictorious]

"No, but I'm sure I could find one who'd like to go to Midgard and heal people there."

[purposeful_glory]

"They'd have their work cut out for them. There are many, many Midgardians, and they have such brief generations that there would be another batch by the time a healer had thoroughly covered even a few of their nations."