1st Milkshake [video]

[thehandmaiden]

[The keepers of the dead do not sleep. It is a luxury reserved only for their charges. But some point during her forced residency in Midgard, Leah has learned to envy those who sleep. The long hours of night pass slow when there is no assignment to carry forth. Only so much of her time can be spent watching Loki's window far away in Asgardia, envious of his nocturnal rest. It is a rest she so much desires, though such a gift would undermind her duties as handmaiden. Had she not been tasked, after all, to keep watch over Loki at all hours as to ensure fulfillment of his debt to her mistress?

A little sleep, she thinks sometimes, would be of no harm. It would make instead for an interesting escape, a chance to perhaps observe her subconcious at work. Restlessness does not often get the better of her. Neither do these fancies or whims. But tonight, one does. And for a full three minute, she closes her eyes and pretends to sleep.

When her eyes open, the surroundings are not what she expects. She sits no longer on a rock outside the entrance to her dirty great hole in the ground. There is no Thori grumbling in the distance, threatening to cock his leg (tonight on the great world tree). The sky is no longer black but for the pinprick of light from stars and moons or the faint glow of Asgardia a mile away.
She is in what she recognizes as a Midgardian apartment, sitting on a twin-sized bed with an unfamiliar journal opened in front of her. Sunlight streams in from an open window and the chilly breeze of winter only faintly tickles her skin. Her arms are bare, a fact that perhaps catches Leah most by surprise. She only owns one dress, a long gown of dark green. This simple white shift is not her dress.

There is another glance down at the journal, at the words appearing on it as if it were the Stark phone Loki so foolishly brought her. Her hands ball into fists as she raises them level with her chest and sparks of neon green magic (magic that looks very much like lightning to the unfamiliar) flicker both from hands and eyes.

Leah of Hel is not amused.]

Loki Laufeyson! [The name is yelled even though she suspects the young god of mischief to be nearby, observing for himself the mischief, it seems, that he has just concluded. The hows of her sudden transport to Broxton will be puzzled later. For now, she knows no greater desire than to flush out the boy and pummel him fiercely.] Cease this joke of practical nature right now and show yourself!

 

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[video] [in where mari should be in bed]

[not_a_troll]

[Well, that glorious sandwich of bacon, honey and peanutbutter Loki has made for himself kind of ends up on the floor when he hears Leah yelling his name.

At first he wonders if his head is playing a marvellous trick on him but then he notices that it is coming from his book of great communication that is lying on his bed.

His bff of all bff's is here? Can it truly be? Loki forces himself not to look too happy when he contacts her. That would spoil everything!

So he shows himself...]

You called, my dearest bff?

[video]

[thehandmaiden]

[She isn't watching the journal. She hasn't been since first noting its presence on the strange bed. Technology like this is inconsequential. What does she care of the world of online? It is only filled with stupid people.

So she doesn't see Loki's face when he responds. Only his words permeate her anger. Getting to her feet, Leah looks around the room.]

Show yourself!

[video]

[not_a_troll]

[Loki sits down on the bed and chuckles softly.]

I am afraid I cannot. Yet, if you wish me to come for you,...and I am most sure you would wish nothing more, you need to tell me where you are.

[He leans a bit closer to the screen. She might have appeared in one of the emtpy apartments. But which one...and where? He taps his chin.]

Leah, do you see a big book close to you? Take that book and open it, yes?

[video]

[thehandmaiden]

[Though she does not see his face in the book, having left it on the bed, sharp hearing still picks up the chuckle. She would glower at him were he in the room. Leah does not like being the subject of a jest.

Still ignoring the book (and most of Loki's blathering for that matter), she explores the small domicile she appeared in for the trickster's hiding place.

But he does not stop talking.] It is a book, Loki. One that appears to be much like your Starkphone. Of what use is it in removing you from your hiding place?

[video]

[not_a_troll]

A great reunion of bff's, bff!

[Loki laughs fully now. There's no hiding in that he's absolutely happy to hear her voice again and to know that she's here. Everything would be so much less complicated now.]

It is not just a book, it is a book of great communication. Ah, and there is a lot I have to tell you...ah...

[He silences for a moment.]

...we need to visit the shop and acquire some civvies for you to wear, you see?

[And of course...there is that...he is not the only one called Loki Laufeyson around this village... Thus he needs to make haste.]

Is there a room number on your door? For instance, I live in the fifth building of apartments, on the fifth floor, inside room twenty-five.

[He has to track her down before his older self does...]

[video]

[thehandmaiden]

[The laughter makes her prickle, as does his seemingly utter delight despite her annoyance. In the time since handed this task by Hela, Leah has unwittingly grown to learn Loki's moods and tricks. But right now, he has her honestly puzzled.]

If you would just return my dress, there would be no need to go shopping in Braxton. I do not care for the way the mortals look at us when we are in town.

[Video]

[savedtheworld]

Loki?! What'd he do to you?

[Video]

[thehandmaiden]

[This journal that is so much like a Starkphone and yet nothing at all like one is starting to irritate her. She had not intended to broadcast her angry demands to the whole of this population. Leah had only wanted Loki to receive the sharp lecture he fully deserved.

So boy in journal is met with a sour look. It is, after all, Loki they are discussing.] What has he not done?

[Video]

[savedtheworld]

I'm not exactly sure of everything he has and hasn't done! And it depends on which Loki you're talking about.

[Video]

[thehandmaiden]

There is only one Loki Laufeyson, idiot god of Asgard.

[To think that there might be more, well, that thought is positively frightening.]

[Video]

[savedtheworld]

But there's two here, and they're both kinda smart! One's big and the other's a kid!

[Video]

[thehandmaiden]

Two? [An eyebrow raises, curiosity hiding burgeoning distaste. It is, perhaps, possible. Little is impossible when dealing with the realm of the gods. But it is not a welcomed thought.]

The Loki I seek is young. Annoying. And thinks all too highly of himself.

[Video]

[windandrain]

[Saori blinked when she saw the feed, though somehow she wasn't surprised that yet another person who found Loki, either of them, to be troublesome. But somehow, she imagined that it was not the old one she was talking about. Perhaps it was her youth, and or perhaps by the fact that she didn't seem harmed, and more annoyed than truly furious. That was not the response the older generally garnered.

So, she opened a video feed of her own, fixing the camera with a relaxed smile, hoping to reassure the girl.]

It is no joke, young lady. I assure you that the trickster did not have a hand in your abduction.

[Video]

[thehandmaiden]

[The dead, with exceptions, are mostly content to ignore their keepers. She has had Hela and she has had Tyr to raise her. And Loki to teach her the ways of Midgard (much to her own unwillingness). But never have any of them taught her what most would consider proper and polite manners. Especially at attempted niceties.]

Then I demand my release of whoever chose to abduct me. My mistress will not be pleased to find her handmaiden stolen from the realm of Midgard.

[Video]

[windandrain]

You'd have as much success demanding things of the empty air. Our captor turn a deaf ear to such things, Asgardian.

[She folds her arms, but keeps that simple smile.]

Who are you? And who is your mistress? If I might be so bold.

[Video]

[thehandmaiden]

[The anger still burns in Leah's eyes, though the green glow finally dies down to just a light glint around darker green irises. She is still not pleased. Leah would prefer not to reason but if reason is what it takes to leave, then so be it.]

I am Leah of Hel, handmaiden to Hela: goddess of death and keeper of the realm Niffleheim.

[Video]

[windandrain]

[Saori's eyes flash blue in response and recognition of the name. Loki had spoken of this girl. And Hela was known to her. Her smile relaxes, tugging the corners of her lips. She inclines her head politely and offers a full introduction]

Then it is well to meet you, Leah of Hel. I am Saori Kimura, the Daughter of Wind and Rain, goddess of storms and protector of the realm of Tengoku.

[Video]

[thehandmaiden]

[Lips narrow in suspicion. It is not well to meet this woman, a goddess she has not ever heard of.]

Tengoku is no realm I am aware of.

[Action] (Let me know if you'd rather I do video but I found this amusing!)

[complicatedliar]

[And there he is, only it's not the expected Loki. Names have power, and his just got called.

He regards the girl with distant, faintly amused calm, though hearing her call that name has left him internally very angry.]

And who are you, to demand such things?

[Action] (Totally amusing! Let's go with!)

[thehandmaiden]

[Magic is, perhaps, the only familiar in such an unfamiliar environment. If the voices in the journal are to be believed, this is not a joke of practical nature. This is an abduction.

And the man who just appeared in this room might very well be her abductor.]

I am Leah of Hel. [Her voice is stiff and proper as she stands from the bed. Her eyes glow a brighter green and balls of green electricity form in her hands. She will not allow herself to be taken as week. She will be making the demands here, as ought to be her right as handmaiden to Hela.

A split second after the magical power forms in her hands, she hurls it in the direction of the man.] And I demand my release.

[Action] (And hope this is okay too!)

[complicatedliar]

[Oho, finally someone else from the Nine Realms. Well, he has no idea who Leah of Hel is off the top of his head, but he certainly recognizes what she is doing, and is ready for it.

Outwardly calm, he catches the ball of power in his own hands and idly spins it.]

A very fetching demand you make, and most emphatic as well. However, it is not in my power to give that particular gift. [He pointedly twitches one wing, eyebrow going up.] Would that it were, since I rather think clever young ladies should be rewarded.

[He grounds out the power, dissipating the energy between his hands.] Now, back to my original question. I am Loki of Asgard. What business has a denizen of Hel to shriek my name in the most insulting manner possible? I do hope you have a good answer for that, or my grumpiness may overwhelm how charmed I currently feel.

[Action] (It works for me! This ought to be a very fun thread.)

[thehandmaiden]

[She watches as he catches the magic and spins it idly, hiding the dismay she feels behind a stony mask. That she is still a fledging in her own sorcery is true, however much she hides the fact. Around Loki, to do so is quite simple.

Around this man, it appears to be not as simple. There is danger radiating from this Asgardian. Danger and power. She cannot help but admire that just a little.

Until a name is given.] You cannot be Loki of Asgard. He is incapable of any magic. ...and is also an idiot.

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

[Ah, and suddenly it all makes sense.]

And is about this tall? [He holds his hand an appropriate distance above the floor.] The description you give is quite recognizable. [Because yes, in Loki's estimation, his younger self is also a fool.]

He is around here as well, so I'm sure you'll encounter him shortly. It's a bit... complicated. Different universes, you see. Conversations with him have made it clear that I come from a rather different Asgard. [He rests one shoulder against the wall, lounging as is his habit.] And given your description, I think it obvious that I am a rather different Loki.

[He tilts his head.] How far along are you in your studies? [And there is a sharpness in his smile that seems to promise he will know if she lies.]

[Video]

[widows_kiss]

[Well, hearing that name yelled over the journals is certain to get her attention. Natasha flips the book open, searching for the source and finds an annoyed girl demanding answers. It's not someone she recognizes, but the manner of the demand... she's curious now.]

Is everything alright?

[Video]

[thehandmaiden]

[Her suspicions have now been confirmed. Much like the mortals' world of online, this realm's internets is also filled with idiots. Of course not everything is alright.

She would not be here, not have been stuck in a dirty great hole in the ground prior, if things were alright.]

No.