"You know what happened to Odin?"
"No, what happened to Odin?"
"Exactly, you cannot step foot in the mortal realm like you are now. Follow in Odin's footsteps."
"No, I don't want to follow in the Allfather's footsteps."
"Stop whining like a child and take a mortal form love."
"No, I will not."
[Deep inhale] "Do you know what happened to Loki?"
"Loki? The trickster? What happened to that one?"
"Well, he's currently still trapped inside of a cave, chained by his son's own entrails as a snake eternally drips poison onto him, but that is beside the point."
"No that is exactly the point."
"No, it is not. His fate has no relation to the main subject of our conversation."
"Yes, it does."
"No, it does not- No. Stop making that face. I am not doing this again."
"What face?"
"You know what you're doing. Stop it."
"I don't think I will."
[Exasperated exhale.]
"You should follow in the god of mischief's footsteps, even he- no especially he knew the point of a convincing disguise."
"Hmmm."
"No."
"Dearly beloved if you do not take on a mortal form while living out your farmer fantasy then so help me, I will place you back inside the coffin from which you came."
"..."
"That would be beautiful really, but no thank you I'll take that mortal form now."
"Good." Clockwork smiled
An hour later....
"Is this convincing enough for you, my love?" Pariah Dark adjusted the straw hat sitting upon his head, trying to shift it into a position better suited for his hair.
Clockwork hummed, floating around Pariah to take in his new form from every angle. "Well, it is certainly better than your first try."
"Then can I leave now?"
"No."
Pariah sighed. Feeling as hands were gently placed on his shoulders and slowly guided him down to rest on his own legs as he felt hands run through his hair and his straw hat gently taken from his head. He sighed with small indignation as crossed his arms. "I spent a while trying to fit that over my hair properly, you were the one who told me to fit in, so why take it off?" Pariah grumbled.
"Yes, yes. I know love." Clockwork's fingers gently worked themselves through his king's hair, a deep and long sigh leaving the man's body as he fully relaxed, causing Clockwork to smile.
As he worked, Clockwork hummed a small tune lost to the seas of time, causing Pariah to perk up slightly, before, a few minutes later, also joining his lover's humming.
"There we are." Clockwork removed his hands from the other's hair, and Pariah took that as a single to stand up. He turned his head, carefully pulling the braid over his shoulder, he then quirked a brow. "Where did you get the flowers from?"
"From here and there." Clockwork smirked, one that Pariah knew meant he was receiving no answer to his question from, so he shrugged, moving the braid off his shoulder. "So, where exactly are you going to send me?"
"Right, yes." Clockwork waved him over, pulling up a small mirror of time as he shifted through locations. "So, you'll be going to this world and..."
===
Pariah Dark stared down at the door, in one hand holding a basket as he brought the other up in preparation to knock before freezing.
How does one interact with a human outside of violence and threats again?
He shifted, not for the first time realizing that he had to crouch down to even fit to get to his new neighbors door.
Humans are intimated by height, right?
Should he shrink?
His beloved never walked him through how to talk with humans what does he do????
Should he leave?
But then his beloved would be disappointed...
Okay, first things first.
Knocking.
He gently brought his fist forward, and tapped his knuckles against the door frame, small thunks sounding out with each and every knock.
He tapped a bit harder, each series good louder than the last.
Okay, he thinks he's getting good at this! He's practically a natural!
Oh, the door opened.
The door opened.
"Hello?" An old mortal woman peered up at him, or tried to, at the very least, for his head was well above the door.
Pariah Cleared his throat, moving his hand back in a small wave. "Greetings, mortal-" Shoot. Normal mortals don't talk like that. "I am Pariah Dar- I mean Ark."
He coughed, moving his other hand forwards to present her with the basket. "I bring you an offering in hopes of creating an alliance-" Alliance, really Pariah? Really? "Between the two of us that will foster until the end of time!"
The human woman below hesitantly took the basket, probably shocked, and then just. Stood, there.
Ancients, did he accidentally kill her? He didn't even do anything! Were humans always so fragile?!
The woman cleared her throat, and stepped out of the doorway. "Thank you very much dearie, that's very kind of you!"
Why is she smiling.
Ancients she's smiling he wasn't prepared for this. His beloved never told him his neighbors would smile he wasn't ready-
Annnnd he already teleported away.
Pariah groaned, reaching up his hands to his hair before suddenly remembering who it was braided by, before lowering down to cover his face as he crouched besides his own house.
A nearby horse wandered over and nipped at his hair.
"I was supposed to get a name, Elizabeth." Pariah despaired. "A name!"
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