Through the Void // Closed RP
Nuada gave no real reaction to the greet of the God while golden hues are still literally glued upon the blackhaired male, as if he would await any wrong move or attack, but remained silent. Now that he was so close already it gave a great opportunity to inspect Loki’s face better, his overall appearance and the elf could growl even more. Nuada is old enough to read somebody’s presense and aura alone by their looks and features… And Loki so very much as a bad tease looking for wrathful attention. Which he sadly gained. Especially after the last spoken sentence, which of course was only a joke, even a rather tasteless one but it was visible in the golden eyes of the warrior that he anything else but amused. It even looked as if the elf was about to pull his shrunken lance, a slight trembling pale hand were wandering over the black leathered grip already as it was the serious stare of his sister that stopped him from his silly idea to start a fight already just because of a jest. Nuada didn’t want to admit it but the elf knows how right she is and he could somehow sense that Loki did this on a certain purpose. And so the hand left the grip of his weapon, crossing his arms behind his back while his golden stare keeps its attention towards the newcomer, calming his features and expression.
Later you get rid of him anyway..
Nuada thought to himself with a satisfied sigh. Before he could trust this man in the slightest he knows he MUST get to know him and it couldn’t be already the image of the first meeting, even by all body language Nuada knows, by all his telepathy abilities… He couldn’t catch anything at the moment as if Loki’s mind have been blocked for intruders, like the prince. So Nuada moved his head to face his father who just welcomed the god inside the palace, moving around to return back followed by Nuala and immediately Nuada joined his father at his side without giving Loki any more attention by looking at him. “The warriors are already informed about you, if you have any questions they will answer, also they would guide you trough the palace in any case you might lost your way. And of course my children will help you as well.” Balor said with pride in his voice… and Nuada glared at him with pure obdurateness. The king is more than aware that his son would be the last person who would help this man before he could fully trust him, but Balor carries these thoughts of being the product of nothing else but the still young heart of the crownprince, reckless.
Nuala on the other hand though quickly turned her head over her shoulder to offer the god a friendly smile after the spoken words of the Bethmoora king. The elf princess was probably the only one who was brightly excited to meet an actual highlander after all these years, even more than a normal highlander. A god from the Allrealm Asgard. She is aware of his staying and what purpose he seeks here, practicing the old magic and weapon techniques, perhaps even the language. And even though the aesir expresses a more mischievous and tricky aura, Nuala could sense that Loki isn’t here to harm the folk. It would be a dumb idea though if he actually plans to do so… Bethmoora might be small but anyway still powerful. The golden Army, the high trained life guards of the royal family, the eldest magicians. Bethmoora is more than safe.
“You will be near the royal chambers, where Nuada and Nuala remain as well. We hope we could offer you the most fitting comfort worthy to your title.” Balor continues as he stopped and turned around, looking at his son with a more serious expression before he started to speak in their mother tongue.
“Seall dha na seòmraichean.”
“Athair…” Nuada responsed with a visible roll of his eyes and darker voice.
“Cha bhi mar sin, mo mhac! Tha e air aoigheachd againn.”
Balor answered louder and the wrathful expression of Nuada’s face grew, but instead to discuss any further the stubborn elf puffs sharply through his nose and nods with a quick bow before the king left. “Sister, please stay behind us.” Nuada spoke to his twin before shortly glaring towards the blackhaired male again. “Follow me, I show you your room.” The snowhaired warrior murmured unamused and began to walk towards golden stairs that would leave to the private rooms of the family, Nuala hurrying to his side.
Loki followed after the royal elves with a lazy walk. As the king and crown prince exchanged words in their native language, the god watched with interest. He came to study magic and perhaps a bit of weapons enchanting, but the language had caught his interest. It was a soft, lilting tongue with pleasant words.
“Thank you most graciously, your highness,” he purred. There was something amusing about the way Nuada glared back at him. The elf prince was already suspicious. Before Loki could speak one word to Nuala, the elf warrior beat him to it. The god’s eyebrows drew down into a frown, but he decided it would be best to follow after the prince. He could always speak with Nuada’s sister at his convenience. For now, he needed to settle in.
As he followed after Nuada, the god dropped all formalities. “I trust you aren’t plotting to slit my throat in the night?” he sneered. “You must have spent many years in isolation to be so uninviting, your highness.”
Thinking back on his earlier introduction, the Asgardian decided it would be better not to make jokes with Nuada in the future. He was in no position to cause trouble here. And even if he was, he did not wish to leave Bethmoora with Nuada’s blade buried in his back.
“You have a lovely home,” he said amicably. “And a lovely language. Are you to be my guide throughout this journey, or are you merely watching to see when I slip up?”
