![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Fortress of Solitude
Who: Loki and you
Where: The Fog of Silence (Loki's home in the forest)
When: Afternoon
Style: Any
Status: Open
It's been some two weeks since Loki arrived in this world, since he left Midgard. It was just one thing after the other. There was a cosmic intergalactic battle between the Chitauri and the Avengers, his transport back to Asgard, having his mana temporarily stripped as he arrived in Vatheon and meeting all manners of beings he was not prepared for. Frankly, it was just too much for Loki. He was just exhausted.
Things have gone way out of hand since he was intercepted by the coral. He had had spontaneous fights. He had had his identity compromised by some higher beings because of his carelessness. And he probably had made both friends and enemies he never planned on making, never had the desire of making.
Enough. He just wanted to back away and rest for a bit. There was too much excitement to be accounted for and Loki was just tired. He had been wandering the forest and he felt like he just wanted to stop. He chose a tree with a strong trunk and laid by it. He dropped his head and smiled before he drifted off to sleep.
"Look, Father. Look at how I follow in your footsteps. I am about to enter the 'Loki-sleep'."
Days passed and the forest around Loki began to grey. Fog seeped in from nowhere until it gave the area an image of ghostliness - devoid of color and sound. It was not cold. It was just eerie. But Loki found solace in his solitude, content enough to continue sleeping.
That is, of course, until someone chanced upon him. Someone was approaching, probably bewildered by what happened to this part of the woods.
"I know you're there," Loki said, eyes still closed. "Don't worry, I won't harm you." Not to the fullest extent, at least.
"Why don't you introduce yourself?"
(ooc warning: The Fog of Silence blocks all forms of magic/energy projection. You can't use any abilities as long as it involves exhibiting some form of energy from your body. Any enchantments cast while outside will deactivate while within the Fog. Only naturally augmented/ innate skills like super-strength or flight will be unaffected. The Fog does not have permanent/lasting effects. Once you leave it, your powers will be the same as before.)
Where: The Fog of Silence (Loki's home in the forest)
When: Afternoon
Style: Any
Status: Open
It's been some two weeks since Loki arrived in this world, since he left Midgard. It was just one thing after the other. There was a cosmic intergalactic battle between the Chitauri and the Avengers, his transport back to Asgard, having his mana temporarily stripped as he arrived in Vatheon and meeting all manners of beings he was not prepared for. Frankly, it was just too much for Loki. He was just exhausted.
Things have gone way out of hand since he was intercepted by the coral. He had had spontaneous fights. He had had his identity compromised by some higher beings because of his carelessness. And he probably had made both friends and enemies he never planned on making, never had the desire of making.
Enough. He just wanted to back away and rest for a bit. There was too much excitement to be accounted for and Loki was just tired. He had been wandering the forest and he felt like he just wanted to stop. He chose a tree with a strong trunk and laid by it. He dropped his head and smiled before he drifted off to sleep.
"Look, Father. Look at how I follow in your footsteps. I am about to enter the 'Loki-sleep'."
Days passed and the forest around Loki began to grey. Fog seeped in from nowhere until it gave the area an image of ghostliness - devoid of color and sound. It was not cold. It was just eerie. But Loki found solace in his solitude, content enough to continue sleeping.
That is, of course, until someone chanced upon him. Someone was approaching, probably bewildered by what happened to this part of the woods.
"I know you're there," Loki said, eyes still closed. "Don't worry, I won't harm you." Not to the fullest extent, at least.
"Why don't you introduce yourself?"
(ooc warning: The Fog of Silence blocks all forms of magic/energy projection. You can't use any abilities as long as it involves exhibiting some form of energy from your body. Any enchantments cast while outside will deactivate while within the Fog. Only naturally augmented/ innate skills like super-strength or flight will be unaffected. The Fog does not have permanent/lasting effects. Once you leave it, your powers will be the same as before.)
no subject
["So much for wanting to rest."]
"Yes, there is something special about this fog. It was made to resemble the one I had back home."
"There's just something particularly comforting about the fog. With your vision obscured, being barely able to see more than a few feet, you don't have to look so much further ahead. All you have to focus on is what you have directly in front of you. And the chill of it against your skin, ah, how it soothes the burning agitations. This fog is haven for those who tire of life. Why continue to struggle in chaos when you can just... submit to the quiet?"
"This is my home, child. This is my domain. I welcome you into its embraces."
no subject
"Your hospitality is appreciated, but I don't plan to overstay my welcome."
no subject
In one swift fluid motion, Loki reached behind him and flung something in the stranger's direction. He did not aim to hit and he would have just noticed a quick and sharp breeze graze against his cheek.
Loki smiled and admired the still rocking knives that stuck to the tree several feet behind the child.
no subject
"You have a twisted sense of hospitality."