[ haglaz | when it rains, it pours ]
He's been faced with a dilemma. On the one hand, Loki is still angry with Ivy over tricking him into drinking that milk, and would rather be out of the house. On the other, Loki made an enormous fool of himself the day he drank the mood-swing milk, and is very, very certain he'll be laughed at by Thor at the very least.
To go out, or not to go out?
In the end, Loki's hatred of being confined wins out. He opens the door, and nearly trips over a small box. Recognizing it as a regain, Loki smiles and picks it up, wondering which of his powers Mayfield saw fit to return to him this time. Perhaps his transfiguration magic, or his superhuman toughness, or his resistance to fire...
He opens it eagerly, greedily even -- but it's empty on the inside except for a small leather lace. Loki barely has time to register this before he's nearly blinded by the sudden pain in his mouth, where the leather has laced itself through his lips.
Vartari, he realizes, even as he lets out a muffled, wordless cry of pain and rage. The leather thread Brokk had used to bind Loki's lips together so long ago.
Reflexively, his hand goes up to wrap around the stitches -- but something makes him pause, and think. Even if he rips it out now, as he had so long ago, Loki will not be able to talk for days. Maybe even weeks. It had been maddening the first time, not to mention humiliating. There is a place here, they call it a hospital, where people practiced medicine. If he were to go there, would it perhaps speed his recovery?
Loki looks back into the house, then out to the street. A large part of him just wants to hide in the house and lick his wounds until they healed. But the thought of not being able to speak on top of enduring the inevitable ridicule for his milk-induced display of weakness is even worse. It is that thought that drives Loki to step out of the house, blood already beginning to drip from his chin.
((A: Action ; anywhere in town ; finding a hospital is difficult when you can't ask for directions))
There is a man wandering around downtown Mayfield. The second thing you'll notice about him, if you can get past the first thing, is that he seems to be searching for something. But that's only if you can think past the shock of the state of the man's face. His lips have been messily pierced with something, and there's a thick brown thread laced through the holes, effectively sewing his mouth shut tight.
The drones don't seem to notice. Loki doesn't seem to care. He's fixed single-mindedly on his goal, whatever it is he is searching for.
((B: Action ; Mayfield Hospital ; open to doctors/anyone with a reason to be in the clinic))
There is a man sitting impatiently in the waiting room with stitches in his face. Not medical stitches, no -- these aren't nearly so clean or professional. His lips are sewn roughly together with leather thread, and he's got blood on his shirt from where it's dripped off of his chin. It's a grisly sight.
He probably won't be too talkative, but you can certainly talk to him. Or stare. That works, too.
To go out, or not to go out?
In the end, Loki's hatred of being confined wins out. He opens the door, and nearly trips over a small box. Recognizing it as a regain, Loki smiles and picks it up, wondering which of his powers Mayfield saw fit to return to him this time. Perhaps his transfiguration magic, or his superhuman toughness, or his resistance to fire...
He opens it eagerly, greedily even -- but it's empty on the inside except for a small leather lace. Loki barely has time to register this before he's nearly blinded by the sudden pain in his mouth, where the leather has laced itself through his lips.
Vartari, he realizes, even as he lets out a muffled, wordless cry of pain and rage. The leather thread Brokk had used to bind Loki's lips together so long ago.
Reflexively, his hand goes up to wrap around the stitches -- but something makes him pause, and think. Even if he rips it out now, as he had so long ago, Loki will not be able to talk for days. Maybe even weeks. It had been maddening the first time, not to mention humiliating. There is a place here, they call it a hospital, where people practiced medicine. If he were to go there, would it perhaps speed his recovery?
Loki looks back into the house, then out to the street. A large part of him just wants to hide in the house and lick his wounds until they healed. But the thought of not being able to speak on top of enduring the inevitable ridicule for his milk-induced display of weakness is even worse. It is that thought that drives Loki to step out of the house, blood already beginning to drip from his chin.
((A: Action ; anywhere in town ; finding a hospital is difficult when you can't ask for directions))
There is a man wandering around downtown Mayfield. The second thing you'll notice about him, if you can get past the first thing, is that he seems to be searching for something. But that's only if you can think past the shock of the state of the man's face. His lips have been messily pierced with something, and there's a thick brown thread laced through the holes, effectively sewing his mouth shut tight.
The drones don't seem to notice. Loki doesn't seem to care. He's fixed single-mindedly on his goal, whatever it is he is searching for.
((B: Action ; Mayfield Hospital ; open to doctors/anyone with a reason to be in the clinic))
There is a man sitting impatiently in the waiting room with stitches in his face. Not medical stitches, no -- these aren't nearly so clean or professional. His lips are sewn roughly together with leather thread, and he's got blood on his shirt from where it's dripped off of his chin. It's a grisly sight.
He probably won't be too talkative, but you can certainly talk to him. Or stare. That works, too.