thehandmaiden | 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!

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Then I shall. A compliment from a lady.

[He plays his part of being the gentleman perfectly, escorting her over to the rack so she can have a look.]

[She lets go of his arm then to better look through the rack. Her frown deepens as she searches for her dress. It's not there. That is not acceptable.]

If your clothing is not currently here, it may take some time to arrive, I'm afraid. It took over a month for me to recover six of my daggers, and that still isn't the lot of them.

If you find anything else you like, it is yours for the taking, however.

[She would much prefer to take what she wants. But she had tried that once in Broxton. The results had required Loki's intervention, much to her embarrassment.

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.

[Loki examines the dress and nods approvingly.] A fetching color for you, lady.

There is actually no currency here. You may take what you like from the shops.

The dark green is my preferred color. [She lays the dress against her body and turns around to look in a nearby mirror. It is not so awful a garment.

And then turns around quickly when Loki mentions the lack of currency. Leah quirks an eyebrow.] Truly?

It's a favorite color of mine as well, as luck would have it.

[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.

[She places the dress over her arm. It will do.

And she is much more interested in this new information on their captors.]

Is this their attempt to appease us?

They need not appease those they can hold powerless, yes?

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.

[Leah wrinkles her nose in disgust.]

Why would anyone be grateful to those who hold them prisoner?

Some apparently are dead in their home realms, so I suppose that could be understood to a certain extent. Death makes a prisoner of anyone who isn't immortal.

The rest, I think a misplaced sense of safety. They are as sheep and do not care to make their own choices, whether they admit to it or not.

[She frowns at that. As keeper of the dead, she is as much a prisoner as they are. Perhaps more so.

At least the dead get to sleep.]

There is little wrong with the coming of death. I fail to understand why mortals cling so strongly to life.

That, you would have to ask them about. [Loki is immortal so he doesn't fear old age, and he already has a very clear idea of what will happen to him on the day he's a bit slower than he needs to be.

Then again, he has a plan for that as well, but not something he'll be telling Leah.]

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