#pintsizedtrickster

[balderoncebrave]

”I would rather hold my trust and have it broken a hundredfold than live in doubt of one I once called friend, no matter what form he may have taken, or what tales he—or she—may tell. If you invite me to doubt you—to doubt any Loki, where does it end? Should I mistrust what you have said here as much as I should mistrust the lady, and come away thinking that there was no accident, that your role in my death had all the ill-intended consequences that befell me from the beginning? Nay, Loki, I do not have it in me. Loki may be a liar, but what is Balder if he does not believe?”

Balder to Kid Loki in For the Sake of Novel Tea.

[odinborsonallfather]

On the Fourth Day of Yule-Mas

On the fourth day the Yule log burned, within the well-lit area of the family parlour in Asgard, two gifts sat together upon the table with only a brief note in curved script upon them.

To the newest members of our family. No matter the universe, Loki is loved in all his and her incarnations. A Blessed Yule to both of you.

Beneath that a pair of books sat, cracked open in invitation.

The pages displayed plants from around the realms, all realms, including Midgard, with detailed descriptions of their properties and uses, and provided several blank sheets in the back to press new flora between the pages.

[balderoncebrave]

A Letter from a Friend (PintSizedTrickster)

The letter pops out of the air in front of Balder, materialising in an acrid smelling cloud of green smoke. It is slightly singed about the edges, as if its trip through the astral plains had taken it through some that were a little more infernal than heavenly.

Dear Balder--

I hope this finds you well.  Honestly, it's been too long.  Things are quiet here in Asgard for the moment--are you sure you won't come and visit for Yule, at least?

Your friend,  Loki 

Balder blinked in surprise at the sudden appearance of the parchment almost hitting him in the nose. He set down the hewn logs he had been carrying to the parlour for the evening to grasp the note from where it floated in the air, murmuring the words a little as he read.

He folded it up and tucked it away as he finished his work, transferring the logs with a little more speed than normal. Once finished, he checked the halls somewhat guardedly on his way to his room, closing the door behind him and giving the latch an unaccustomed tug to lock it shut.

Pulling out the message, he set it down upon the desk as he sat, his own parchment and quill at hand. A few quick dips in the inkwell, and he hurried his hand in response.

Loki--

As much as I am glad to hear from you, you should not have risked sending a missive into Nornheim. Karnilla has had the realm's defenses up in arms against infiltration, from armies and enchantments alike, ever since both you and Amora managed to come in and out so easily. I fear that should she catch wind of this correspondence, she would consider it a breach.

I am sorry that I cannot visit you though I imagine it is probably for the best. Asgard has moved on without me in the time since I departed--perhaps it is time I moved on as well and that they remain untroubled by word of my current situation. Regardless, I hope the Yule season is a cheerful one for you; I shall try to see if I cannot spread some of the warmth I remember of Yuletide here to enjoy.

Your friend,

--Balder

He dusted the ink to help it set before folding and sealing the letter, only to look up in dismay when he realised he had no enchanted means at his disposal to send it--at least none without alerting Karnilla.

He set the wax aside a little glumly, staring hard at the letter he could not send.

[pintsizedtrickster]

Our Secret | Closed RP

It wasn't hard to smuggle the fox kits in.

They were so small they fit without trouble into the hood of his tunic, and the basket he pilfered from the kitchen was more than big enough to accomodate them all.  

After a quick glance about his room, he slid the basket under the bed, hoping that the snugness of the bed he'd made up for them out of several of his shirts and the darkness under the bed would remind them of the den they had left.

Their mother was gone--he'd seen them more than once, wandering and crying from the mouth of their den, thinner and more pathetic looking by the day.  He'd been unable to stand it any longer, and so had brought them home to Asgard to care for them.

He wheedled milk out of the kitchen maid, and now sat on his bed with one kit in his lap, squeezing milk into the tiny creature's mouth from a rag he'd soaked in the stuff.

[mischiefandseithr]

Merrily we Deck the Tree | Yuletide Thread| Closed rp

It was cold. The winter wind whipped up from the ocean in violent increments, the vestiges of that first frozen howling of Gunningagap, and wrapped its fingers around her fur-swathed form. Golden Asgard gleamed before them as a brilliant spear head sticking out of a landscape embraced by snow. Harsh and glinting against the brightness of the land. Loki blinked light ghosts from her eyes, tearing her gaze from Asgard's towers to where the three others in the party were trudging through the snow along with her, furs packed as tightly around their forms as they were around Loki's. The Yule tree would be beautiful, as it always was, and the anticipation rang in her ears and through her blood in a way it had not since she was a child. How long had it been since last Loki had celebrated Yule with her family in Asgard? Too long, perhaps. The snow crunched satisfactorily beneath her boots, and she listened to the prattle of the young Loki as he jogged along around all three adults, chattering like a magpie. Before her went Odin, as big as a bear and seeming one for the black bear pelt he wore around his shoulders, leading the horse bound to the sleigh to which they would hitch the tree, and just a little behind was Sif, wrapped in the furs of a wolf, lean and lithe in the snow which sank up to almost the tops of their boots. Loki pulled her spotted lynx furs closer, hood doing little where it was blown back by the wind. The forest loomed before them in its wintry splendour. Surely this was the most happy she had been.

[little-fenris-blog]

Well-yes, you could say that.

[pintsizedtrickster]

Sign of the Season | Closed RP; Lost Prince of Asgard Prelude Arc

"No, really--I can do it, I promise," Loki insisted, adjusting his black hood and slipping the gold circlet in place.  "I've been practicing.  I'm catching on really quickly, just like I knew I would."  There was a faintly smug tone in his voice, and the smile he gave Lady Loki was pure impudence itself.  "I can take us both to Midgard in a snap."

[pintsizedtrickster]

mischiefandseithr replied to your post: I'M BORED

Patience, Loki. It shan’t be much longer now.

But I'm still all thin and tired, and Volstagg told me the other day that I wouldn't even make half a meal.