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Loki softened some more with a sigh, lifting a hand to run it through the long strands of slicked back hair. “Perhaps,” he stated cooly.
"Thought so." Oh he was still able to read his older counterpart and the way how the other one answered his question was an answer enough. Words were not needed anymore. For a few moments he hesitated before he decided it was probably better not to ask who or even what he was. It was enough to know that he wasn't the son of Allfather.
“You have no idea.”
For him it was fun to get under people’s skin, it was also part of his job which made things that much easier for him to get the job done and do it well. Crossing his arms over his chest he watched the man before him with a curious eye his training kicking in as he watched his movements.
“Name’s Rayner. Prince of Sarcasm and Wit. Not very polite to be threatening someone you just met.”
"It's not very polite either not to introduce yourself properly However, I shall not care because there's no threat you could ever do to me. And your words wouldn't matter."
The other one probably thought he was crazy and idiotic to believe he was immortal but the truth laid in those words the other one chose not to believe, instead he reacted with sarcasm.
“You have already wisdom in your words my lord. Though Aesir are often cruel, you shall rise like a phoenix from ashes. That one i can tell you my prince.However my goddess is one of a kind. I cannot spat a bad word upon my mistress.” She chuckled and sit narrowing the fresh and young prince. Mischievous and radiant. Her heart twitched by the thought how innocent Loki once was.
"It might be true that one of my other selves chose to be the risen phoenix, spitting fire at those whoever caused the cruelty. However, I have the feeling like I am going to be different even if I'll always be the God of trickery, lies and even some mischief." A lot of things were already changed and he was about to realize his true existence. Who he was and who his ancestors are. He was almost certain that he was not Odin's son by blood. But he couldn't prove it either, so far.
“Nay, as such, stranger.”
How transient, how thoughtful. Those that came among the pleasant notes, that sung throughout this solemn song. Locks of ivory, cascaded and enveloped the common dwelling, garbs clung in a oriental grace. Had she too wandered afar from her fellow celestial kin? Yet, lay the being of a fair male, one that spiralled quite the familiar aura.
“Is it not a healthy outcome to meet others? The exploration into distant worlds, ever charms my mind.”
"It's not that there's something I have to fear, yet I prefer to be on my own. It's easier to live like that."
He was never one to trust other people and people didn't trust him because he was known to lie easily. The thing was, he started to speak the truth more often because people always thought he would lie anyway.
However, he wondered a little about his newest acquaintance and narrowed his eyes at the female figure.
"Who are you?"
☁; ”You don’t sound very pleasured,” he replied. Oh, wait, that sounded sexual. A light blush spread across his cheeks. “I just mean you don’t sound all too happy,” he explained, hoping to have made himself more clear.
"Now that I realize who humans forgot about those who saved them once, no, I'm not very pleased nor all to happy." It was a sarcastic response and he couldn't help but to watch the other one critically. "However, is there any reason for your approaching or was it just curiosity?"
She cocked a brow and crossed her arms. “Who are you calling mortal here, mate?” she said. “All I see here is me and a god whose name I don’t know.”
"Definitely not you." He raised his eyebrows at her, trying to figure out who she was. But who wasn't the right question. "My name is Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard." He introduced himself with a nod towards her. "And who might you be?"
“I ah, don’t do it on purpose if that’s what you’re implying..” Caden nodded as he spoke, averting his gaze from anywhere but the man’s face. “Your stare is so intimidating, oh my god. I might cry.”
"Well 'oh my god' seems very fitting to me." He couldn't help but to comment as he arched one eyebrow, still watching the other one critically. "However. Apparently humans did forget about their Gods like those from Asgard."
“I have three free periods right now soooooo I left the building so I can go to work because I work at the office building. Yup.” He nodded a few times, dark blonde hair bouncing slightly with the motion. “But I used up half of one of my frees getting here and if I get lost again I might as well just go back to school and yeah.” Sighing, he smiled again. “Anyways, IIIIIIII should probably go.”
The prince barely moved at all as he just listened to the boy who waved around enough for both of them. Loki hardly felt well around humans like him. They remembered him of Thor, the one who was always more warrior-like than Loki himself. He just shook his head about those memories, his eyebrows knitting together slightly. "Well, you probably should. You already wasted loads of time."
He laughed, recalling some of their mishaps along the ways of their ‘adventures.’ “Ah, brother. We are still alive, they have ended splendidly!” Thor nodded, raising his eyebrows at the mentioning of Midgard. “Is that so? I do not believe we have explored there yet.. Surely, not much has changed! They must still worship us, am I correct?”
"You've no idea, brother." It was alarming how fast things changed on Midgard and people forgot about their Gods, about those who saved them once. "Our realm and existence is merely a legend down there, written into books for children. Most of them don't even know anything about us."
“Oden’s said nothing of me? I’m fair insulted,” he dropped the salacious, mockery of an accent—the father hated it, so why not the son—and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m, perhaps, your namesake, I only play pretend at knowing the mind of the Allfather, though I’m more likely to guess proper, if only that I am Loki, blood-brother to Oden.”
"Apparently I'm not one to tell everything." He replied slowly, his eyebrows knitting together as he eyed his namesake up and down. "How is it possible that I never heard of you before? Why would I be named like you?" Questions flooded his head and messed up his fears, the realization that he was probably not blood of the Allfather and his mother.
Sigyn turned around and blinked. It took her a short moment to realize what he was talking about and she let the book slip from her armpit and into her open palm. She glared at the title as she walked to him. A low chuckle escaped her lips.
“The Art of Solitude,” she read aloud. It was a manual, actually, letting one into the ways of Duplication. One thing Sigyn had not revealed to anyone but her pet dog was that she too was intrigued by such arts and that her place as a servant of the Queen allowed her the opportunity to study them from up close. She knew those books very well, and had to try very hard to supress her knowledge for Sigyn was one that loved to share -and sometimes even brag. “Sounds promising, but finding quality information in those pages is as if trying to find the pin in a haystack.” she mused and only realized her rambling when she was standing before him. The maiden extended her arm for him to take the leather-bound book. “But…but of course if your Majesty wishes to…I…” she muttered, pursing her lips. “Forgive me, that was inappropriate.”
Creating Duplication was something Loki always wanted to learn. He was known as the trickster, after all. "It's always time consuming to extract those information you really need to understand the spell. Those books are for those who are able not only to read the words, it's about understanding their true meaning. It's rarely to be taken literally." He accepted the book and opened it for a few moments to look at the printed letters before he raised his eyebrows at her. "You're apologizing quite a lot, Lady Sigyn. There's no need for that."
He closed the book again. He wasn't going to read it in the library, he preferred the privacy of his chambers for them. It was wise not to let everyone know of what he was capable of.
Loki was at a loss as he stared at his counterpart with confusion and of course fear. Though, that he gave to everyone because truthfully, he feared everyone. Even the other Loki’s. “Y — Yes..?” Was all he said.
Honestly, he would never admit it to someone but it truly threw him off a little to see his own counterpart filled with confusion and fear. He was definitely not an image of his possible future, it seemed more like a present imagine.
"What did they do to you?"
“Considering you’re a younger counterpart, no, I’m not. I’d rather not ruin the wonderful surprises of your future.” His voice softened as he spoke, though the end of his sentence was laced with a deep sarcasm.
"Doesn't sound very promising." He noticed dryly but only because he couldn't help but to wonder about his existence once again. "Then again, probably I would rather hear it from you than from anyone else. It's about my ancestry, isn't it?"
{ Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction—
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"There are quite a lot of you. For what reason do you approach me? Is there anything you require?"
{ Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction—
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By appearance it was only a children he could see. The prince frowned a little, wondering why a kid would approach him that freely. He was wary and probably not completely without reason. "Is there anything you require?"
{ Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction—
—compared to the tongue of a good l i e. }
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"It's odd. I don't recognize your face but I do feel something familiar." It wasn't the first time that he found himself confronted with something which wasn't probably present but still, there she was. "May I ask who you are, miss?"
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