Leah of Hel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thehandmaiden) wrote2013-01-03 04:00 pm
thehandmaiden) wrote2013-01-03 04:00 pm
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1st Milkshake [video]
[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!
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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He grins.]
Magics?
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A topic I am both free to speak of and enjoy.
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Oh, excellent. 'Tis my favorite subject.
What is it you're currently studying?
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But, as it is, his response gets yet another smile.]
Prior to my current assignment, I had been working to refine my skills in constructing portals.
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How are you with maths?
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I have never had much use for maths.
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Shall we discuss?
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It causes a bashful look to cross her features, oh so slight.]
I would like to. But I ought to find more suitable wardrobe first.
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[He smiles crookedly and offers her a courtly bow that only has his normal flip of mockery to it.]
If the lady would like, I can escort her to a shop where she might find suitable clothing. And do so without having to drag her outside.
[He offers Leah his arm.]
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It's not the one dress she's worn her whole life. Without that dress, Leah feels oddly naked.]
I would like to witness these teleportation skills of yours first hand.
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As the lady wishes.
[He puts his hand securely over hers. If she knows this much about magic, he assumes she knows to not resist. He takes a moment to mentally compose the way he wishes to twist reality, making this point equally to that, and steps across the gap in space with no further performance than that.
To the clothing shop, an out of the way corner of it where they won't run into anyone.]
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Without letting go, she looks up at him. Very impressed.] I do not know how I could have ever mistaken you for the Loki I know.
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[He carefully releases her hand, though she can keep her hand on her arm if she wishes to continue to play lady.]
I cannot guarantee that your personal clothing will be here as of yet, but if not I hope you might find something agreeable.
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Consider it a compliment.
[That said, she takes a few steps closer towards a rack of dresses. Perhaps there might be something of use within.]
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[He plays his part of being the gentleman perfectly, escorting her over to the rack so she can have a look.]
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If you find anything else you like, it is yours for the taking, however.
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It's not her dress, but she pulls out another dark green dress that looks similar enough.]
I understand mortals are very fond of their currency. I find I lack any money in which to pay.
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There is actually no currency here. You may take what you like from the shops.
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And then turns around quickly when Loki mentions the lack of currency. Leah quirks an eyebrow.] Truly?
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[He nods.]
My understanding is that the Malnosso constantly deliver lots of random items for use. There's little point to money in that sense.
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And she is much more interested in this new information on their captors.]
Is this their attempt to appease us?
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Though I think it more a manipulation. Once you have become acquainted with more of the prisoners here, you will discover some are rather pathetically grateful and kindly inclined toward our captors.
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Why would anyone be grateful to those who hold them prisoner?
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