Oct 6, 2013
I have recently been informed that just because you show up naked at a beach and claim it in the name of the nudes that doesn't' actually make it a nude beach.
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I have recently been informed that just because you show up naked at a beach and claim it in the name of the nudes that doesn't' actually make it a nude beach.
Somehow, sundown || Open
It would be a lie to say that Loki didn't miss Asgard. He had been born and raised among golden buildings, enjoying the fruits and sweets bought at the different market places, exotic foods from all around the realms, enjoying the comforts of the palace. He had learnt everything he knew there, had perfected his magic in his mother's gardens and read countless of books under the shade of the trees of the forest. And while not every memory was a fond one, Asgard was still his home.
Of the nine realms, Midgard was certainly the most different. Everything, from the food to the customs to the people, was as different as it could be. But if there had been one thing he had found to be the same, it was the sunset.The way the sky would be tinted with colours. Pink. Red. Orange. Golden hues staining the clouds, making them seem oddly warm and somehow resembling those in Asgard, making him remember when he would slip into the rooftops of the palace, sometimes on his own, sometimes with Thor, just as the sun was setting and watching the sky changing before them.
And so, he found himself wandering up the stairs of the building, heading towards the roof just as the night was nearing. Sitting close to the edge, he looked up at the different tones of the sunset, not hearing the door opening and someone stepping in.
We privileged few || Open
A deep sigh escaped the trickster's lips as he walked through the rows of shelves, his emerald gaze scanning the different books, selecting the ones that were in the worst state. It was merely a fluid motion of his hand and light, green smoke appeared from thin air, twirling and coiling like a hungry snake, slipping in between books and tomes and taking out the ones he chose.
It was ridiculous, really, the amount of books he could find that were in a bad state, whether it was merely a page with a ripped corner, or as much as broken spines and stained covers, it made great annoyance grow inside him.
The palace library back in Asgard could easily be the largest in the realms, equalled, perhaps, only by Freyja's own library in Vanaheim. Books that went from children stories to the most ancient of tomes adorned each of the endless shelves and walls of the library, each of them carefully selected and placed in its proper place. Of course, he was aware that not everyone was as careful as he was, but yet there weren't many books in Asgard's library that were in bad conditions. It had been more than one occasion in which he had found a stained page, a bent cover, or a broken spine, and he had used his magic to restore them. And so, with a still growing pile of damaged books floating behind him, he made his way to a nearby table, sitting down and starting on his task of fixing them.
"Clearly some of you Midgardians know not how to care for a book."
"The state some of the library books are in is ridiculous."
"The weather is much better now."
"A welcomed change from the heat of Summer. Though I still prefer the cold of Winter."
"I probably should have brought more than just a handful of my books..."
"I must admit...
at least not all our classes are dull. I have found some to be rather pleasant, in fact."
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