[Tag: [ trickster_loki only] Location : Outside Asgard (out of other's view)

[wolfbits]

There was blood on his hands and blood on his boots. Over every conceivable area of his body, Odin was drenched in the fluid that would soon disappear of its own accord, if he let it happen. The daily warfare in Valhalla was special to him; a reminder that what was to come, what will indeed pass, and that there was naught to do but watch, wait, and

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[trickster_loki]

Sometimes being free from his bonds wasn't enough.

Sometimes even standing on the earth felt like being shackled to it. Held down by all sorts of things better left unsaid.

It's during these times Loki changes his form to that of the falcon, winging away into the sky, feeling freer high among the clouds and away from the mortals and the expectations and the...everything...there than he could anywhere else.

Even an embodiment of change liked a bit of peace and quiet once in a while.

And on this once in a while, it seems his flight takes him out over the plains upon which he spies a familiar shape riding. Odin...

He could leave before he was noticed, go back. But since when had he ever backed down from a confrontation? Don't answer that. Besides...it could be...interesting. To talk. For old time's sake. Or to just antagonize the old man

[wolfbits]

A horse was horse, of course, of course. Unless of course, the horse’s father was Loki. Sleipnir immediately came to a sudden and tremulous halt. Father? There was a happy enough for a split second before he remembered. Loki was probably not too pleased with him for staying with Odin. No idea what to say, he looked down, away from his father’s gaze, studying the grass below, intently

[trickster_loki]

[omg such ♥ for bashful!sleipnir! :D Loki doesn't hold it against him, actually.]

Even as he offered Sleipnir a scritch between his ears, Loki smiled up at Odin in a patently false manner for there was no real cheer in his eyes. Something mocking? Certainly. But not pleasure at seeing an old friend. He never let anything of the sort show around Odin. Not now.

"Well, I thought it was time for a bit of a change, got bored you know. Plus the darker hair is all the rage these days and I'd hate to be out of step with fashion."

Yes, he's ostentatiously ignoring Odin's question.

[wolfbits]

[ *beams* ]

"No, we wouldn't want to be out of fashion," Odin replied dryly. As a god of many disguises, he knew there were many reasons. But something, anything, to fill the lull in the conversation, needed to occur.

With ease, Odin stepped down off Sleipnir, careful not to interrupt the scritching process between father and son. Sleipnir, for his part, was pleased as punch that there seemed to be no hard feelings. Despite his father's wrongdoings, he still loved his dad. Even if he did only have two legs.

"Is this where I ask again, if there is anything I can help with, or assume you need nothing." Yes, he does have a one-track mind at times.