the moment he sets foot upon jötunnheimr’s rocky landscape, loki uses his magic to pull a cloak from thin air, wrapping it tightly about his person and pulling the hood up over his head. trepidation slows him a moment, adrenaline quickening his pulse: eyes close, a deep breath is taken; and upon exhaling, loki’s pale skin is painted over a solid blue.
it’s still foreign to him, still truly terrifying, and for a while he only stands there amongst the barren ice, suffering wave after wave of raw emotion until he once again gains his composure. how could odin lie to him for all these years? how could frigga? how could they feed him the words love, and pride, and son, when all this time loki was actually the very thing he’d been taught to hate and fear?
it doesn’t matter, he tells himself. right now, he needs answers, and to get those, he needs to go directly to the source.
it doesn’t take him long to find a rather busy covered plaza, where it seems some sort of marketplace is steadily thrumming. gradually, he passes by booth after booth, looking over the ornate trinkets and jewels and foods for sale, taking care not to spend too long at any one stall. it’s when he comes to a corner of the square that he finds an exit, and he takes it. from there, loki spends hours exploring, learning. soaking in everything he can before he inevitably must return to asgard. it’s only when something peculiar catches his gaze that he stops completely.
another jötunn with strikingly familiar features has spotted him, and unlike the rest of the jötnar he’s passed, this one won’t look away, recognition clear in those deep crimson eyes. panic spears his heart: perhaps he’s been compromised. quickly, loki tugs the cloak to hide his face, turning on his heel and beginning to backtrack. all he needs is to retreat to a hidden away place so that he might call upon heimdallr to take him back. / @duplxcitous