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[loki-child-of-frigga]

Prisoner of Passion || closed

manymusesofsaria​:

It was a bit of a surprise to her that he turned down her offer of healing. “Not many turn down an offer of being healed by a phoenix” She mused, wiping her hands off on a rag, ignoring the numbness in her fingers due to the thick paste. She got to her feet then, gathering up the supplies to put away for later. “Here. I’m not sure if you would want to wear a tunic or not, but I managed to find one that would fit.” She spoke, passing it off to him.

It was one of the tunics she slept in, large, roomy, and soft. It was rather masculine in design, so it was rather fitting for him. “I’ll fetch you something to eat. You must be starving.” She ran a hand through her hair then “If you would like, you can come and make sure I don’t put anything in it. Or you can wait here and use your magic to check.” She folded her hands in front of herself, waiting a moment. “How does soup sound? I have some left from dinner….”

@loki-child-of-frigga

“Not many have been tortured by Phoenixes for Norns know how long.” Loki replied while raising one eyebrow at her. He did accept the tunic however and put it on carefully so as not to reopen any of his wounds. He felt a bit better once he was completely dressed although he didn’t relax since he was still waiting for her to reveal the trap in all this.

“Soup is fine.” He answered, making no move to follow her. he had been wondering if she’d noticed him testing everything and it appeared so. No matter, he hadn’t actually been trying to hide what he was doing. While she was getting the food he would sit down again to allow his body to rest. He wasn’t showing it but he was ready to pass out from exhaustion.

[manymusesofsaria]

A small sigh escaped her at that and she shook her head slightly. ''You were tortured by gryphons. While I didn't expect my people to do such a thing, I knew they were more fighters than healers. Phoenixes never willingly hurt anyone." She explained.

With a small nod when he said soup was fine, she started towards the small room that acted as a kitchenette of sorts. Ever since the loss of her mother, she had taken to remaining in her room more and more, at least when it came to any chance of being close to her father. She didn't want to hear him prattle on about things she could care less about. Things she did care about, were completely brushed off when she offered advice. She didn't see the point of even being there with him of he was planning on ignoring everything she said.

She returned quickly with a bowl of soup, a pitcher of water, and some honey wine if he wanted it. "Once you're finished eating, I suggest trying to rest some. You can use the bed. I don't mind sleeping on the couch." She spoke softly. "But if you don't feel like sleeping, you are more than welcome to find a book to read. I have plenty."

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

Prisoner of Passion || closed

manymusesofsaria​:

The condition he was in was rather painful for her to see. No one should have had to go through sonething like this. Her people claimed to be better than the Asgardians, but then they turn around and do something like this? How did that make any sense? It really didn’t if you asked her, but no one asked her. ‘Seen and not heard.’ As her father always said. She allowed silence to fall between them as she started to work on smearing the salve onto his wounds, softly apologizing now and then if she thought she my have hurt him.

The silence was rather unnerving to her, so after a time, she started to hum softly, just to fill the air with something more than the deafening silence.

She placed some gauze over the salve before wrapping him up, wanting the salve to be secure and not end up wiping off on clothes or anything else. “If you’d like, I can heal the rest of your injuries.” She spoke softly. The rest of his wounds weren’t infected as badly as the ones she had just tended to, they wouldn’t give her issues with healing them.

@loki-child-of-frigga

Loki was silent and didn’t react to the salve being applied although it certainly did hurt. The only sign that he was in pain was that he closed his eyes. Otherwise he remained completely stoic.

When she had finished wrapping his back he stood and moved away from her. “No.” He said simply in response to her offer. He didn’t want her casting any spells on him even if it was just to heal him. He didn’t trust that was all she would do. He would rather just deal with the injuries while letting his own seidr speed up his natural healing processes.

Perhaps it was stupid of him but he had been in enemy hands before and he wasn’t going to trust anything he encountered here no matter how benign it might seem.

[manymusesofsaria]

It was a bit of a surprise to her that he turned down her offer of healing. "Not many turn down an offer of being healed by a phoenix'' She mused, wiping her hands off on a rag, ignoring the numbness in her fingers due to the thick paste. She got to her feet then, gathering up the supplies to put away for later. "Here. I'm not sure if you would want to wear a tunic or not, but I managed to find one that would fit." She spoke, passing it off to him.

It was one of the tunics she slept in, large, roomy, and soft. It was rather masculine in design, so it was rather fitting for him. "I'll fetch you something to eat. You must be starving." She ran a hand through her hair then "If you would like, you can come and make sure I don't put anything in it. Or you can wait here and use your magic to check." She folded her hands in front of herself, waiting a moment. "How does soup sound? I have some left from dinner....''

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

Prisoner of Passion || closed

manymusesofsaria​:

Avis worked on the salve she would need to use to place in his wounds to draw out the infection. The smaller wounds were not as bad, which meant she could heal them with her abilities, but she wanted to draw out the infection from his back wounds before healing. It would take a few days of the salve being applied and cleaned out every day before she would be able to heal them. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too much trouble when it comes to keeping him here.

She also heated up some broth left over from her dinner, hoping he would eat something. She couldn’t imagine how little he had been eating, so she wanted to start off small with broth and water. She gave him what she hoped to be a welcoming smile when she spotted him exiting the bathroom. “You’re looking a bit better already.” Though with all the dried blood off of him, it was easier to see the bruised skin that had been hiding underneath.

“Come, take a seat. I’ll apply the salve to your back, then you can eat and rest. If you wish, I could taste the food before you to show that it’s safe.”

@loki-child-of-frigga

Bruises and cuts covered much of Loki’s body, especially on his hips and wrists. There were gashes and deep bruises on his wrists as a result of hanging from them for so long while being tortured. Nothing was actively bleeding at the moment thanks to the bath but he still looked to be in rough shape.

Before he sat down he touched the container the salve was in and used a spark of his seidr to see if it was safe. Finding that it was he sat down without saying a word. He did watch her however, trying to figure out what her motives were for doing all this since he doubted pity alone could account for her actions. He still suspected this was some ploy to get information from him although the fact that she was clearly royalty through him off a bit.

[manymusesofsaria]

The condition he was in was rather painful for her to see. No one should have had to go through sonething like this. Her people claimed to be better than the Asgardians, but then they turn around and do something like this? How did that make any sense? It really didn't if you asked her, but no one asked her. 'Seen and not heard.' As her father always said. She allowed silence to fall between them as she started to work on smearing the salve onto his wounds, softly apologizing now and then if she thought she my have hurt him.

The silence was rather unnerving to her, so after a time, she started to hum softly, just to fill the air with something more than the deafening silence.

She placed some gauze over the salve before wrapping him up, wanting the salve to be secure and not end up wiping off on clothes or anything else. "If you'd like, I can heal the rest of your injuries." She spoke softly. The rest of his wounds weren't infected as badly as the ones she had just tended to, they wouldn't give her issues with healing them.

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

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manymusesofsaria​:

Once the tub was filled, she grabbed a cloth to wash the wounds on his back, knowing they were probably the worst and that he couldn’t reach them too well. She helped him into the tub, waiting until he got settled before she stepped in behind him, glad that she was wearing a tunic and trousers rather than a dress at the moment. “The oils and herbs in the water should help numb your wounds.” She spoke softly. “Enough for me to properly clean them without causing you too much pain, though it may still sting a bit.” She warned.

She wet the cloth in the water before starting to work on cleaning the injuries. More and more anger towards her father began to grow as she worked on him. He had given the guards the go ahead to beat him and torture him in this way. No one should be put through things like that. Not even an Asgardian. She worked in silence, other than muttering apologies now and then. Once she was finished, she left the cloth on the side before stepping out “I’ll leave you a towel and some clothing to change into. Keep the shirt off until I dress your wounds though.” She grabbed a towel for herself before exiting the room, leaving the door open a crack in case he needed her.

@loki-child-of-frigga

Loki dipped his fingers in the water as a spark of his green seidr could be seen around his fingers. He was checking to see if the water was actually safe for him with all she had added to it. It was so he didn’t protest when she helped him into the bath. When she got in she may notice that the water was far cooler than what she had initially set it to be since He had adjusted the taps so the water ended up a bit warmer than what was generally considered lukewarm.

He let her clean his wounds without making a single sound despite the severity of them. He didn’t even flinch or react at all to her touch even though many of the wounds had been reopened by his movements in getting this far.

Once she was gone he closed his eyes for a moment and gave himself permission to relax for just a few moments. The water was helping to ease his pain but his entire body still ached from all the torture he had endured. He would likely remain in the bath until the water became too cold for his comfort before carefully getting out and removing the remains of his clothing. Now that he was clean it was possible to see how pale his skin was and how thin his body. He dried off carefully before putting the trousers she provided on.

[manymusesofsaria]

Avis worked on the salve she would need to use to place in his wounds to draw out the infection. The smaller wounds were not as bad, which meant she could heal them with her abilities, but she wanted to draw out the infection from his back wounds before healing. It would take a few days of the salve being applied and cleaned out every day before she would be able to heal them. Hopefully he wouldn't be too much trouble when it comes to keeping him here.

She also heated up some broth left over from her dinner, hoping he would eat something. She couldn't imagine how little he had been eating, so she wanted to start off small with broth and water. She gave him what she hoped to be a welcoming smile when she spotted him exiting the bathroom. "You're looking a bit better already." Though with all the dried blood off of him, it was easier to see the bruised skin that had been hiding underneath.

"Come, take a seat. I'll apply the salve to your back, then you can eat and rest. If you wish, I could taste the food before you to show that it's safe."

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

Prisoner of Passion || closed

manymusesofsaria​:

“Believe what you wish., but I am speaking the truth. I use my free time to heal others that were left for dead, be it Gryphon or Aesir. I just want all this bloodshed to stop…. And please, just call me Avis.” She spoke honestly. She paused then, unsure if it would be a good idea to simply leave him alone as he may try to escape on his oown, and get her into trouble in the process, something she couldn’t afford. She would be able to leave him alone in the bathroom, as there was really no way he could escape from there. “Come on, you can sit on the edge of the tub while it fills.” She spoke, helping him towards the room.

Inside sat a large tub that was more than big enough for her to soak in while in her other form if she so wished. It honestly looked to be more of a small pool than anything else. She turned a knob that had several faucet opening up to start filling the tub. She made sure the water wasn’t too hot, but warm enough to help with any aches he may have. She moved about the room, pouring oils and salts into the water to help numb the wounds as she knew it would hurt to clean them. She stayed mostly silent, not wanting him to feel pressured into talking if he didn’t want to.

@loki-child-of-frigga

Loki had in fact been planning to find a way to escape while she was preparing a bath. It was likely a stupid plan given his physical state but he was past caring if he lived or died at this point. It was also oh so tempting to just give in to what she offered. To let himself rest and be tended to for a time at least. But he couldn’t. He’d been here before. Been broken down until he would accept any kindness, any respite from the pain. He had given in before and it had only led to more torment. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

At the same time he knew he had to pick his battles carefully so he didn’t fight when he was led to the bathroom although he did cool the water further when she wasn’t looking to be a more comfortable temperature for him. He didn’t want to reveal his sensitivity to heat however so he didn’t say anything and simply watched her silently as she moved about the the room.

[manymusesofsaria]

Once the tub was filled, she grabbed a cloth to wash the wounds on his back, knowing they were probably the worst and that he couldn't reach them too well. She helped him into the tub, waiting until he got settled before she stepped in behind him, glad that she was wearing a tunic and trousers rather than a dress at the moment. "The oils and herbs in the water should help numb your wounds." She spoke softly. "Enough for me to properly clean them without causing you too much pain, though it may still sting a bit." She warned.

She wet the cloth in the water before starting to work on cleaning the injuries. More and more anger towards her father began to grow as she worked on him. He had given the guards the go ahead to beat him and torture him in this way. No one should be put through things like that. Not even an Asgardian. She worked in silence, other than muttering apologies now and then. Once she was finished, she left the cloth on the side before stepping out "I'll leave you a towel and some clothing to change into. Keep the shirt off until I dress your wounds though." She grabbed a towel for herself before exiting the room, leaving the door open a crack in case he needed her.

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

Prisoner of Passion || closed

manymusesofsaria​:

She looked over at him and gave a small sigh. “Aesir or not, you’re still a living, breathing being of the realms. I would prefer not to let you suffer if I can help it. I don’t want /anyone/ to suffer in fact.” She answered quietly, leading him through the dungeons and into the hallways of the castle, being sure to take the ones less traveled until she reached one of her secret passages, walking him through it. She remained silent until she reached the hidden entrance to her chambers, one that opened up in the study.

Once she let him to the sitting room, giving the option to sit if he so chose to, she removed her cloak and tossed it onto the nearby couch, looking up at him with a soft, yet determined gaze “You’re not the first Aesir I’ve helped, and I am sure that you won’t be the last. Not while this war is going on. Now….I’m going to run you a bath so I can clean those wounds of yours before I set to healing them. Remained clothed or not, but once I tend to the wounds on the back, I will leave you to bathe in peace.”

@loki-child-of-frigga

Despite Loki’s current state he still memorized every detail of the route they took just in case he needed the information at a later date. He was a bit surprised when she actually took him to what appeared to be rooms since he had been expecting the infirmary or a guest room. He wondered how she intended to keep this all a secret. On that note he debated making it harder for her by accepting her invitation to sit since he was currently covered in his own blood and it would no doubt get on anything he touched.

“I find that hard to believe… princess.” He rasped in reply, having guessed her status by the quality of the furnishings in the rooms and he size of them. He sill couldn’t see as clearly as he would like but he knew a royal suit when he saw one. “And you speak as if there is anything actually left of my clothing.”

[manymusesofsaria]

''Believe what you wish., but I am speaking the truth. I use my free time to heal others that were left for dead, be it Gryphon or Aesir. I just want all this bloodshed to stop.... And please, just call me Avis." She spoke honestly. She paused then, unsure if it would be a good idea to simply leave him alone as he may try to escape on his oown, and get her into trouble in the process, something she couldn't afford. She would be able to leave him alone in the bathroom, as there was really no way he could escape from there. ''Come on, you can sit on the edge of the tub while it fills.'' She spoke, helping him towards the room.

Inside sat a large tub that was more than big enough for her to soak in while in her other form if she so wished. It honestly looked to be more of a small pool than anything else. She turned a knob that had several faucet opening up to start filling the tub. She made sure the water wasn't too hot, but warm enough to help with any aches he may have. She moved about the room, pouring oils and salts into the water to help numb the wounds as she knew it would hurt to clean them. She stayed mostly silent, not wanting him to feel pressured into talking if he didn't want to.

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

Prisoner of Passion || closed

manymusesofsaria​:

The gryphon rolled her eyes at that, moving back to his side. “It’s either you accept my help, or you pass out before you even get out of the dungeons, then end up in here.” She spoke simply, shaking her head slightly. “I’m not telling you to trust me, all I am asking is for you to take the better option. Don’t be a fool.” She was getting increasingly annoyed by this man, even if she understood his actions. “You’re wounds are clearly infected, and if the torture they are putting you through doesn’t eventually kill you, then the infection will.”

She wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He wasn’t in any shape to fight her anyway. “Now keep your mouth shut and I’ll get you somewhere safe to work on your wounds.” She pulled his arm over her shoulder, being careful not to hurt him anymore than he already was. “I wouldn’t be willing to heal you if I planned on turning around and harming you again anyway. It would be a waste of energy.” She spoke simply as she started towards the exit of the cell. “I’m not going to just leave you here to die when I could have done something about it.”

@loki-child-of-frigga

“Why pretend that you actually care if I live or die. I’m just another Aesir to you aren’t I?” Loki shot back while grinning in a way that made him seem insane. The threat of dying didn’t scare him at this point. If anything it would save him from when the mad Titan inevitably found him once more. He’d rather be dead than face that again.

Unfortunately she was right in her assessment that he was too weak to fight her. He still tried however until he had to bite back a scream as his body protested. He wasn’t at all happy about being dragged around by her but he couldn’t do much to stop it although he did seriously consider making a racket to draw the attention of the guards.

[manymusesofsaria]

She looked over at him and gave a small sigh. "Aesir or not, you're still a living, breathing being of the realms. I would prefer not to let you suffer if I can help it. I don't want /anyone/ to suffer in fact." She answered quietly, leading him through the dungeons and into the hallways of the castle, being sure to take the ones less traveled until she reached one of her secret passages, walking him through it. She remained silent until she reached the hidden entrance to her chambers, one that opened up in the study.

Once she let him to the sitting room, giving the option to sit if he so chose to, she removed her cloak and tossed it onto the nearby couch, looking up at him with a soft, yet determined gaze "You're not the first Aesir I've helped, and I am sure that you won't be the last. Not while this war is going on. Now....I'm going to run you a bath so I can clean those wounds of yours before I set to healing them. Remained clothed or not, but once I tend to the wounds on the back, I will leave you to bathe in peace."

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

Prisoner of Passion || closed

manymusesofsaria​:

She took a step back when he pushed her, fully understanding his mistrust. She would feel the same way if she were in his shoes. After all, they were enemies. It made sense, and after all he had been through…. “Easy….” her voice was soft, hopefully soothing to the man. “Look, I understand that you don’t trust me, but I am here to help you. No one should go through what you’re going through.” She glanced over her shoulder, knowing the guards would change, and then they would both be in big trouble.

“Listen, I can heal your wounds, get you back home to where you belong. But you need to come with me before the guards come by, otherwise I’ll be locked up in here too.” She knew she was being foolish, bothering to risk her own safety for an Asgardian of all things, but she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she just up and left him there.

@loki-child-of-frigga

Loki’s face twisted into a snarl of contempt at her words. “You really expect me to believe you? To believe this isn’t a trick?” He asked harshly although his voice remained soft. His throat ached both from holding back screams and from the bruises ringing it from when his tormentors had chocked him to get him to stop taunting them.

“And why should I care about that? You chose this path when you came down here.” He scoffed, feeling no concern for her and what might happen if she were caught. He reached out one aching arm to touch the wall before using it as a guide to begin making his way to the door of the cell. His entire body protested the moment and many of his wounds reopened in response. At the rate he was going he was more likely than not to pass out before he got too far.

[manymusesofsaria]

The gryphon rolled her eyes at that, moving back to his side. "It's either you accept my help, or you pass out before you even get out of the dungeons, then end up in here.'' She spoke simply, shaking her head slightly. ''I'm not telling you to trust me, all I am asking is for you to take the better option. Don't be a fool." She was getting increasingly annoyed by this man, even if she understood his actions. ''You're wounds are clearly infected, and if the torture they are putting you through doesn't eventually kill you, then the infection will."

She wasn't going to take no for an answer. He wasn't in any shape to fight her anyway. "Now keep your mouth shut and I'll get you somewhere safe to work on your wounds." She pulled his arm over her shoulder, being careful not to hurt him anymore than he already was. "I wouldn't be willing to heal you if I planned on turning around and harming you again anyway. It would be a waste of energy." She spoke simply as she started towards the exit of the cell. "I'm not going to just leave you here to die when I could have done something about it."

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

Prisoner of Passion || closed

manymusesofsaria​:

It was a surprise when she heard him speak, how did he even have any fight left in him after what her people had put him through?

“I….I….” she was at a loss for words. She shook her head to clear it, taking a deep breath. “No one sent me. I’m here on my own will.” She spoke quietly. She double checked to make sure the hood of her cloak would remain on, wanting to keep her face covered. She didn’t say anything more as she entered the cell, approaching him with caution. She moved to unlock the man’s cuffs, catching him.

“Now, if you want to see the light of day again, you will keep you head down and obey my every word.” She spoke softly “And don’t attempt to run. You won’t make it to the exit before you’re captured again.” Her voice was gentle, though it held an urgency to it. “Do you understand?”

@loki-child-of-frigga

Loki snorted, not believing her words for a moment. He gave her credit for trying however. She must not know who he was. That was probably the only way they could get someone to agree to this given his reputation and his actions on the battlefield.

He didn’t flinch when she approached although she did surprise him by releasing the cuffs. He wasn’t too far off the floor but even so he would have fallen without her support his legs refused to hold his weight. They weren’t broken thankfully but that was little consolation as agony swept through him in response to how the impact jarred his injuries. He didn’t cry but he did nearly pass out and didn’t hear a word she said over the blood rushing past his ears.

As the pain subsided somewhat he focused on standing on his own and on pushing her away. He didn’t trust her and he wasn’t just going to let her do whatever she wanted with him.

[manymusesofsaria]

She took a step back when he pushed her, fully understanding his mistrust. She would feel the same way if she were in his shoes. After all, they were enemies. It made sense, and after all he had been through.... "Easy....'' her voice was soft, hopefully soothing to the man. "Look, I understand that you don't trust me, but I am here to help you. No one should go through what you're going through." She glanced over her shoulder, knowing the guards would change, and then they would both be in big trouble.

''Listen, I can heal your wounds, get you back home to where you belong. But you need to come with me before the guards come by, otherwise I'll be locked up in here too." She knew she was being foolish, bothering to risk her own safety for an Asgardian of all things, but she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she just up and left him there.

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

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manymusesofsaria​:

A part of her wanted to forget what she had heard the guards saying, but another part of her was nagging to go and see what they were talking about. She worried what condition this prisoner would be in as she knew the guards that kept the dungeon were none too friendly. So, she decided to sneak down to the cold, dark location, a cloak wrapped around her, hood kept over her head.

She managed to snag the keys from one of the guards that passed by, just in case she would need them to get into the cell and help, depending on how bad the prisoner was injured. Not many of the cells were occupied, as her father wasn’t one to keep prisoners unless they had use to him. It didn’t take her all too long to find the cell that the prisoner was in. The sight was….well, it made her sick.

She took a few steps back at the sight, having to hold back tears. Not even an Asgardian deserved this. No one did. As much as she hated the pain that his kind had caused for the gryphons, she couldn’t let him go through this. She knew her father would never let her take him out of there, no matter what she did to convince him. She would have to get him out of there on her own. But would he just let it happen?

@loki-child-of-frigga

Loki was hanging by his wrists in the middle of the room, too high for his feet to touch the ground despite how tall he was. He wasn’t naked but there was very little left of his clothing. He’d also remained in his Aesir form despite the temptation to go of his glamour. Even so the cool and the dark of the dungeon were actually beneficial to him and were a balm to his abused flesh and swollen eyes.

He stirred slightly when he heard approaching footsteps although he didn’t bother to try opening his eyes. It felt too soon for his tormentors to return and he’d already received the one meal he was allowed each day.

When he didn’t hear the cell open nor whoever it was move on he lifted his head slightly and cracked open his eyes. His vision was blurry but he could still tell she wasn’t one of his usual tormentors.

“Ah, a new tactic then.” He commented, his voice rasping out despite how softly he spoke. “Let me guess. You have come as a friend, a balm, to earn my trust by caring for me so I will spill my guts to you. Pathetic.”

[manymusesofsaria]

It was a surprise when she heard him speak, how did he even have any fight left in him after what her people had put him through?

"I....I...." she was at a loss for words. She shook her head to clear it, taking a deep breath. "No one sent me. I'm here on my own will." She spoke quietly. She double checked to make sure the hood of her cloak would remain on, wanting to keep her face covered. She didn't say anything more as she entered the cell, approaching him with caution. She moved to unlock the man's cuffs, catching him.

"Now, if you want to see the light of day again, you will keep you head down and obey my every word." She spoke softly "And don't attempt to run. You won't make it to the exit before you're captured again." Her voice was gentle, though it held an urgency to it. "Do you understand?"

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[loki-child-of-frigga]

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manymusesofsaria​:

War, that’s all she could see around her. The pain and fear of two beings that couldn’t come to an agreement. She was bitter towards the Asgardians for that, of course she was. It was they who started the bloodshed, all because they refused to bow down and be seen as a lesser species, but that didn’t mean she wanted this. Many good men and women on both sides lost their lives because of this disagreement. She pleaded with her father to find another way, a peaceful way so that no more people had to lose their lives, though she was simply dismissed as her father rarely listened to her advice. He preferred her to be seen and not heard, which was infuriating. He had only gotten worse after the loss of her mother. The loss of his wife, in the midst of battle. Phoenix or not, there was only so many times one could return from the beyond.

He refused to allow her on the battlefield, insisted on her remaining in her chambers for the most part, which she dispised as she knew she could help. If he only let her in the infirmary, she could heal the wounds of her people, but he was stubborn, perhaps he even found shame in the fact that she wasn’t a pure blooded gryphon.

Despite his insistence, she snuck out on some nights, using passageways that her mother had shown her when she was just a child. Ways through the castle that allowed her to go unseen. She used these passage ways to sneak down to the infirmary to work with the healers, returning only in the morning, back to her chambers. Other nights she used the balcony access that her chambers had, to change forms and fly up high in the sky to assess the battlefield, healing those left for dead, no matter what side they were on.

It was on one of the nights that she was at the infirmary that she overheard guards talking to one another as they passed, mentioning something about a high valued prisoner, something that piqued her interest, even more so when they mentioned trying to break him.

@loki-child-of-frigga

Loki might not have held any love for Odin any longer but Loki wasn’t about to betray Asgard. Not with his mother and eldest son still there. His brother was there as well but Loki cared less about that than he did the other two.

So as his captors tried to break him he simply laughed and spit in their faces. He’d suffered far worse while in the hands of the Mad Titan after all. Loki had broken then but this was nothing in comparison.

Even as his back was shredded by whips and his body wracked with pain he still laughed and smirked. He spoke only promises of the retribution they would face once he was free. He would not yield. He would not be broken.

His mind retreated to preserve what was left of his sanity and rested as much as he could during the brief respites he was given. His already lanky body would grow thinner the longer he was kept since he was only given enough to keep him alive. After all, he was no use to them dead since alive he could be broken or used as a bargaining chip.

[manymusesofsaria]

A part of her wanted to forget what she had heard the guards saying, but another part of her was nagging to go and see what they were talking about. She worried what condition this prisoner would be in as she knew the guards that kept the dungeon were none too friendly. So, she decided to sneak down to the cold, dark location, a cloak wrapped around her, hood kept over her head.

She managed to snag the keys from one of the guards that passed by, just in case she would need them to get into the cell and help, depending on how bad the prisoner was injured. Not many of the cells were occupied, as her father wasn't one to keep prisoners unless they had use to him. It didn't take her all too long to find the cell that the prisoner was in. The sight was....well, it made her sick.

She took a few steps back at the sight, having to hold back tears. Not even an Asgardian deserved this. No one did. As much as she hated the pain that his kind had caused for the gryphons, she couldn't let him go through this. She knew her father would never let her take him out of there, no matter what she did to convince him. She would have to get him out of there on her own. But would he just let it happen?

@loki-child-of-frigga

[loki-child-of-frigga]

Prisoner of Passion || closed

The war between Asgard and the realm of Gryphons had been waging for some time now although it was hard to say who was actually winning. Apparently the outcome was uncertain enough for Odin to send both Loki and Thor into battle.

Loki had not been thrilled by the idea but he had been offered a deal. If he fought for Asgard and helped to win the war then he would be forgiven for his crimes on Midgard. He wasn’t sure he actually believed that but the chance to get out of his cell and vent his anger turned out to be enough incentive to agree.

This led him to the front lines where he fought like a wild thing with knives and seidr. Then came the moment when he saw Thor struck down. Part of Loki was gleeful while another remembered the centuries they had spent together. In the end he acted to save the man he once called brother. He ensured that Thor was able to get to safety. Unfortunately it came at a price as Loki was captured instead. It wouldn’t be easy but in the end he would be dragged away to where the Gryphon’s interrogated their prisoners.

@manymusesofsaria

[manymusesofsaria]

War, that's all she could see around her. The pain and fear of two beings that couldn't come to an agreement. She was bitter towards the Asgardians for that, of course she was. It was they who started the bloodshed, all because they refused to bow down and be seen as a lesser species, but that didn't mean she wanted this. Many good men and women on both sides lost their lives because of this disagreement. She pleaded with her father to find another way, a peaceful way so that no more people had to lose their lives, though she was simply dismissed as her father rarely listened to her advice. He preferred her to be seen and not heard, which was infuriating. He had only gotten worse after the loss of her mother. The loss of his wife, in the midst of battle. Phoenix or not, there was only so many times one could return from the beyond.

He refused to allow her on the battlefield, insisted on her remaining in her chambers for the most part, which she dispised as she knew she could help. If he only let her in the infirmary, she could heal the wounds of her people, but he was stubborn, perhaps he even found shame in the fact that she wasn't a pure blooded gryphon.

Despite his insistence, she snuck out on some nights, using passageways that her mother had shown her when she was just a child. Ways through the castle that allowed her to go unseen. She used these passage ways to sneak down to the infirmary to work with the healers, returning only in the morning, back to her chambers. Other nights she used the balcony access that her chambers had, to change forms and fly up high in the sky to assess the battlefield, healing those left for dead, no matter what side they were on.

It was on one of the nights that she was at the infirmary that she overheard guards talking to one another as they passed, mentioning something about a high valued prisoner, something that piqued her interest, even more so when they mentioned trying to break him.

@loki-child-of-frigga

[thevariantwhowouldbeking]

@manymusesofsaria

Some failed invasion had happened.  Not surprising that it had failed, as Asgard was mighty, but the gall to attempt an invasion in the first place?  That took more foolishness than it did courage.  And Loki had heard rumours that there had been prisoners taken, so of course, he wanted to see them for himself, now that he could walk around mostly unaided.  It was still a little hazy, too much so for combat or for reading, but his sight had mostly returned.

To the cells he went, then.  One hand stayed near the wall, force of recent habit, as he walked down, avoiding answering questions, loose robes of the convalescent softer than what he used to wear.  One cell at random he approached, finding a woman inside.  Apparently there hadn’t been too many prisoners, too many survivors, as Asgard had not doubled up its prisoners this time.  And he stood.  Watching as best he could, slightly-milky bluegreen eyes tracking motion, thinking of what he was going to ask.

[manymusesofsaria]

She wasn't exactly sure how long she had been here. It hadn't been exactly the start of the war, but perhaps at some point spring it's apex. That didn't exactly help her when it came to telling the passage of tine however. Being kept in the far cell had made things even more difficult to tell the passage of time. She figured that it was due to her status. She was easily recognizable to planty of people. Daughter of the gryphon king and one of the last remaining phoenixes in the realms. The fact she was on the field at all had been rather foolish on her part, it had even been more foolish that she had been trying to heal people. No matter what side they had been on.

She had been tortured for information, beaten and abused when she insisted that she knew nothing of the plans her people had, so when someone approached her cell, she didn't bother to look up, far too exhausted from her last session to do much of anything. "A bit early, aren't we?" She asked quietly, sparing the smallest of glances towards him.

@thevariantwhowouldbeking

[nctaboutyou]

manymusesofsaria​:

Anvar spared a glance at the woman when she told him to be gentle, unable to keep himself from raising a brow at her words. “But of course. I wouldn’t want to injure you further.” There was something about this woman that was far different than the other Asgardians he had helped. Then again, maybe she wasn’t an Asgardian at all. She appeared to be, but she certainly didn’t act like one. It was….odd. She was a mystery and he wanted to find out as much as he could, even the smallest of things.

He moved the fabric of her clothing aside to get a good look at the worst of the wounds, nodding to himself. “Well, lucky for you, it isn’t too bad. If it was my people that had attacked, they could have easily poisoned their claws or weapons to cause more damage.” He explained. He made a motion with his hand, a blue flame appearing in his palm. “Just relax. I swear on my wings that this won’t hurt a bit.” He placed his hand over the wound, focusing on healing it.

The flames from his hand lapped over the wound, sinking into it, filling her with a calming warmth as the injury began to knit itself together. “I can work on the smaller cuts and scrapes if you’d like.” He spoke softly, pulling his hand away once the wound was healed. He was more than willing to heal her completely. “Though if you plan on heading back to battle, I would suggest otherwise. If you’re fully healed, they may get suspicious.”

@nctaboutyou

Sylvie gave a small nod when he assured her he’d be careful, and so she laid back, deciding to let him help without questioning too much. After all, she had no way of knowing he’d picked up that she wasn’t Asgardian. Not growing up on Asgard had her at a disadvantage- a rather major one- so far as making someone believe that story, but then again, all she needed was for him to not kill her, and considering she was technically not the enemy… Perhaps that would have saved her, as opposed to done harm to her.

She watched him move the fabric away, and even lifted her head to get an idea of the damage she’d sustained herself. Just like he said, it wasn’t bad, and now she realised she should have gone on with the mission. It hadn’t been his people who had wounded her, as he had explained, and so she was actually rather safer than she’d thought from just dropping at any minute. So, instead of seeming relieved by the revelation he’d given her, she gave a frustrated huff and laid her head back once more.

At his offer, Sylvie sat up a bit, and looked at him with calculating eyes, determining her next move. “If you’re healing me, you may as well get it all done,” she eventually said. “I don’t care about suspicion anymore. I’ve got a job to do, and that’s all there is to that. It doesn’t matter what warrior or shieldmaiden becomes suspicious that I’m healed.” With that, she laid back again, and waited for him to finish his work.

[manymusesofsaria]

He raised a brow at the change in expression. "Don't look so angry. It's a good thing the wound wasn't that bad. At least, not imagine bad as it could have been. It was thankfully a clean cut." He nodded when she told him to heal her fully, making another small motion with his hand to create another blue flame that split off into smaller flames as it worked on her smaller wounds. He was silent as he watched the wounds knit together, wanting to make sure each one healed properly.

After a long moment he spoke up again. "I don't think I've caught your name, if you don't mind giving it to me." He spoke softly, looking up at her with a gentle gaze. He wanted to ask why she had been attacked by her own people. Why it was Asgardian steel that cut into her skin, but he knew he wouldn't get much of an answer just yet. He pulled his hand away before digging through his bag and holding out some food for her. Simple jerky and fruit. "You'll need the energy for whatever it is you're planning on doing."

@nctaboutyou

[nctaboutyou]

manymusesofsaria​:

He was already on his way deeper into the forest, weaving between trees and ducking under low hanging brances. It was a bit of a surprise when she actually spoke, fully expecting her to have been out cold. She was a fighter, that was for sure. He admired that. Her gaze on him wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it also wasn’t something he fully enjoyed. It was questioning, calculated, defensive. He fully understood why it was like that, but it still put him on edge.

“I am Anvar, prince of the gryphons and last in the line of phoenoxes.” He introduced. “And I’m helping you because it’s the right thing to do. Leaving you there to just die would be inhumane, don’t you think?” He looked down at her with a soft and hopefully soothing gaze. “Even though we may be at war with Asgardians, doesn’t mean I want people to suffer.” He continued on until he found an old cave, tucked away in the woods. He used to come here quite often before the war, just to clear his head. As far as he knew, he was the only one that knew about it.

He continued to walk until the cave seemed to open up into a large cavern with a rather beautiful hotsprings. The area was well lit thanks to the large opening in the roof of the cave that was still not visible from the outside. He had assumed that it had some form of natural camouflage, or a bit of it’s own magic protecting it from the outside world.

He gently set her down in a soft patch of grass by the spring. “May I get a closer look at your injuries?” He asked softly, not wanting to simply assume and try to touch her anymore than he already did.

@nctaboutyou

A prince? Sylvie thought curiously. Somehow, she’d expected nothing like that response from him. Princes were all well and good, but… would she now be a guest of the Prince of the Gryphons- who apparently were the people the Asgardians were at war with- and possibly compromise her mission? Surely, there had to be a way she could turn this series of events to her favour, she simply had to figure out how. Perhaps, if she could keep him talking, she could figure something out which would be of some assistance.

Clearly, he either fancied himself some kind of hero, or he really was one, saving his fallen and injured enemies the way he was. It was the sort of thing her father’d have called a weakness, and she was inclined to agree with from just her upbringing. Helping someone who is against you only sets you back, and the focus shouldn’t be on setting yourself back. In fact, Sylvie found that a rather foolish thing to do. However, for the time being, it appeared she’d have to settle with being grateful he was saving her life as opposed to leaving her out, like a Frost Giant would have done to an enemy.

She decided not to answer him at first, only looking around the cavern as he brought her into it and laid her down in the grass. A few minutes to figure out her angle would be helpful, and she knew giving him the go ahead to look over her wounds would be certainly helpful. Two birds with one stone, she believed the Midgardian saying went, and so she nodded.

“Be gentle,” she warned, deciding to try up the anxious, possible prisoner of war angle at first. She had no doubt he would be, but it wasn’t her knowledge that mattered, was it? It was what she led him to believe that mattered.

[manymusesofsaria]

Anvar spared a glance at the woman when she told him to be gentle, unable to keep himself from raising a brow at her words. "But of course. I wouldn't want to injure you further." There was something about this woman that was far different than the other Asgardians he had helped. Then again, maybe she wasn't an Asgardian at all. She appeared to be, but she certainly didn't act like one. It was....odd. She was a mystery and he wanted to find out as much as he could, even the smallest of things.

He moved the fabric of her clothing aside to get a good look at the worst of the wounds, nodding to himself. "Well, lucky for you, it isn't too bad. If it was my people that had attacked, they could have easily poisoned their claws or weapons to cause more damage." He explained. He made a motion with his hand, a blue flame appearing in his palm. "Just relax. I swear on my wings that this won't hurt a bit." He placed his hand over the wound, focusing on healing it.

The flames from his hand lapped over the wound, sinking into it, filling her with a calming warmth as the injury began to knit itself together. "I can work on the smaller cuts and scrapes if you'd like." He spoke softly, pulling his hand away once the wound was healed. He was more than willing to heal her completely. "Though if you plan on heading back to battle, I would suggest otherwise. If you're fully healed, they may get suspicious."

@nctaboutyou

[nctaboutyou]

manymusesofsaria​:

Flames In The Dark

Anvar wasn’t exactly one that enjoyed war, let alone one that was basically wiping out his people. The war with the asgardians had been more than brutal, but even so, he wasn’t aloud to go out and fight alongside his people. No, his father claimed that he had a bigger plan for him, and that he didn’t want him to end up dead on the battlefield, like so may others of his people. If his father had his way, he wouldn’t even allow him to set foot out of the safety of their crumbling walls. He wasn’t just going to sit around and do nothing. The least he could do was tend to those that were injured on the battlefield, so that’s what he did. Late in the night he always took flight from the balcony that connected to his chambers, remaining high in the cover of the clouds in search of those that had been injured and left to die. He even healed injured Asgardians, if their wounds were bad enough. It was inhumane to just leave them to suffer, and he wouldn’t outright kill someone if he didn’t have to.

He was over the more forested area of the realm when he spotted someone, crumpled on the ground. He dived down, landing gently next to the being on the ground, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on their arm before rolling them. He was surprised to see that it was a woman, as he knew Asgardians didn’t exactly have many women warriors. A small sigh escaped him as he scanned her for injuries, spotting a few that were pretty bad. He needed to get her somewhere he could properly look her over. “If you’re awake, I’m going to move you somewhere safe so I can work on your wounds, alright?” He spoke softly before gathering her up in his arms, careful not to jostle her around too much.

@nctaboutyou

The mission had been easy enough, Sylvie had expected. Asgard was at war, and when her father learned they were in battle once again, he’d sent her in. Her goal was to capture the Casket of Ancient Winters and return it to him, just as was needed to return Jotunheim to its former glory. The chaos was a good cover, she could even pretend she was one of the various warriors of Asgard, and then it wouldn’t be too difficult to find her target. Unfortunately, without any of her father’s men with her, Sylvie had assistance in breaking through the battlefield. Those the Asgardians were at war with- she’d not bothered to find out who they were, it hadn’t seemed important to her mission- had attacked her in full force, and when she got through to the Asgardian side, they’d figured out she wasn’t one of them. Already wounded from fighting before, it hadn’t been difficult to knock her down once again, and soon enough, she was in the position Anvar found her in, laid out and injured more than she’d have liked to have been.

Somehow, thankfully, she’d retained her consciousness, and so not been unable to hear Anvar when he rolled her over, looked her over, and then told her he needed to take her somewhere safe to heal her. It was then that Sylvie opened her eyes, as he was lifting her, and she realised there was no way out of this- not just yet, anyway. If she played her cards right, bid her time wisely, she’d be able to get away, and give that Casket another go. She just had to be smart about this. So, she looked over the person lifting her, and her brows creased. “Who are you?” she asked him. “You’re not Asgardian, why are you helping me?” She couldn’t let him know she was from Jotunheim. Not unless she knew he was safe to tell. And right then? She certainly had her doubts.

[manymusesofsaria]

He was already on his way deeper into the forest, weaving between trees and ducking under low hanging brances. It was a bit of a surprise when she actually spoke, fully expecting her to have been out cold. She was a fighter, that was for sure. He admired that. Her gaze on him wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it also wasn't something he fully enjoyed. It was questioning, calculated, defensive. He fully understood why it was like that, but it still put him on edge.

"I am Anvar, prince of the gryphons and last in the line of phoenoxes." He introduced. "And I'm helping you because it's the right thing to do. Leaving you there to just die would be inhumane, don't you think?" He looked down at her with a soft and hopefully soothing gaze. "Even though we may be at war with Asgardians, doesn't mean I want people to suffer." He continued on until he found an old cave, tucked away in the woods. He used to come here quite often before the war, just to clear his head. As far as he knew, he was the only one that knew about it.

He continued to walk until the cave seemed to open up into a large cavern with a rather beautiful hotsprings. The area was well lit thanks to the large opening in the roof of the cave that was still not visible from the outside. He had assumed that it had some form of natural camouflage, or a bit of it's own magic protecting it from the outside world.

He gently set her down in a soft patch of grass by the spring. "May I get a closer look at your injuries?" He asked softly, not wanting to simply assume and try to touch her anymore than he already did.

@nctaboutyou

[manymusesofsaria]

Flames In The Dark

Anvar wasn't exactly one that enjoyed war, let alone one that was basically wiping out his people. The war with the asgardians had been more than brutal, but even so, he wasn't aloud to go out and fight alongside his people. No, his father claimed that he had a bigger plan for him, and that he didn't want him to end up dead on the battlefield, like so may others of his people. If his father had his way, he wouldn't even allow him to set foot out of the safety of their crumbling walls. He wasn't just going to sit around and do nothing. The least he could do was tend to those that were injured on the battlefield, so that's what he did. Late in the night he always took flight from the balcony that connected to his chambers, remaining high in the cover of the clouds in search of those that had been injured and left to die. He even healed injured Asgardians, if their wounds were bad enough. It was inhumane to just leave them to suffer, and he wouldn't outright kill someone if he didn't have to.

He was over the more forested area of the realm when he spotted someone, crumpled on the ground. He dived down, landing gently next to the being on the ground, reaching out and placing a gentle hand on their arm before rolling them. He was surprised to see that it was a woman, as he knew Asgardians didn't exactly have many women warriors. A small sigh escaped him as he scanned her for injuries, spotting a few that were pretty bad. He needed to get her somewhere he could properly look her over. "If you're awake, I'm going to move you somewhere safe so I can work on your wounds, alright?" He spoke softly before gathering her up in his arms, careful not to jostle her around too much.

@nctaboutyou