Random 1x1 with Loki. -Closed-

[the d]

"Not sure. Three, four days, maybe?" he said with a shrug.

[byyrde]

"Interesting.... Ever tasted this type of meat?" She said, holding up a piece of the creature. She licked her own lips hungrily.

[the d]

"No. I do not care to try it either." he said casually.

[byyrde]

Klo gave a sort of smirk. "You're missing out then." She said, swallowing the meat whole. There was no need to chew it anyway, that was what the digestive track was for. "Anyway... No. I'm sorry, do you even need to eat?"

[the d]

"I do eat. But I will not eat that." he said with a slight shrug, before falling asleep.
The god's dreams were riddled with horrifying images, from his death to being exiled from his home, along with terrifiying creatures with fangs dripping with blood and eyes that were hollow and soulless. And he couldn't escape it. It all seemed so real; the colors shockingly vivid and the images dancing in his head shockingly realistic.
There was more, where he watched himself being brutally murdered by his own brother, to his home being engulfed in a blazing inferno.
It was too much to stand, and he forced himself awake, also startled by the sound of thunder.
When he woke, he was panting and shaking.

Getting up and crossing the cave, the lanky figure peered outside, disappointed to find that it was only a storm causing the noise.
He retreated back to the corner, shaking and traumatized by his own subconscious.


((This is what happens when I can't sleep.))

[byyrde]

((As I said, taking your time makes beautiful and vivid posts <3))

Klo did not sleep that night. She chose instead to watch as a storm, dark and deep with it's almost rusted gray clouds, blow in slowly as night approached with it. The sun set, and the storm seemed to start as soon as it did. Klo sighed, enjoying the feeling of the wind billowing her silk fur about her and how the lightning streaked down in arcing, beautiful branches of light.
Then, she noticed Loki. Hearing groans, Klo turned, to notice the god. "He's having a nightmare. No one makes noises like that when they're dancing on a rainbow in a wonderful dream." She said, a bit sadly, watching for a few moments. Her curiosity, surprisingly, did not come. She did not want to know what made the poor god twist and turn and sweat in his sleep. Nightmares were something best shared anyway, but perhaps not that one.
Klo moved herself away from the entrance, into a dark, shadowy corner where one could almost not see her, her eyes glowing from the back of it. She watched ears flattened against her curled horns, as Loki crossed the cave and looked about, probably searching for his brother. Still watching as he returned to his sleeping area, she stood. "Are you alright? You shake like a frail branch in a storm." She said gently, emerging from the shadows.

((83 This is what happens when I decide to include a good amount of detail.))

((EDIT; Ohhey what's this?))

[the d]

"Hm? No. I'm not alright." he replied shakily, out of breath. It would be best for him to be alone, but that probably wasn't happening any time soon, not that he wanted to be alone.

[byyrde]

Klo moved forward, but more to move Spell back than to approach Loki. She could easily tell he wanted alone time, and knew that something in his head was bothering him very badly. "If you want to talk I'll be over here, okay?" She said, gentle, before laying down with Spell and talking to him in Icelandic.
The conversation between the two Skrimsli was very complicated. Spell asked something, finally, that caught Klo. She was trying to think what to say. Looking again at Loki, she turned to Spellvirki, speaking in that sad, depressed tone. "Nei, getum við ekki farið með honum. Við verðum að vera hér, þegar bróðir hans kemur að ná honum upp."
Spell cried out, giving a small, surprised sob into Klo's fur. She patted him gently, staring at the ground.

((Klo said, in English; No, we cannot go with him. We must stay here, when his brother comes to pick him up.))

[the d]

"What did you say?" Loki questioned curiously, he didn't feel like translating at the moment.
Whatever had been said was obviously upsetting to the smaller creature. Not that he cared, but it was still interesting. Whatever Klo had said could not compare to the demons and memories in his head.

[byyrde]

Klo sighed, turning to Loki with a desperately upset expression. She would have been crying if she didn't feel so empty at the time. "The Skrimsli are a majestic and easily angered species. We're civilized enough, but... When it comes to acts of treason we are brutal. Spell and I have apparently committed an act of treason. They will harm us beyond compare if we return to them or stay in their cave, then leave us in the snow to die. When your brother comes, to take you back to Asguard, we will have to move on, and travel to stay alive. It is a bad life for young, especially one so freshly hatched." She said sadly, pulling Spell, who was sobbing harder, closer to her. "He is more upset because he doesn't want you to go." She said, not trying to hide the fact she didn't want Loki to go either.