@niteswcrd​:

"   who would have thought, odin the great conqueror would bring in a jotun dwarf as his son.. how quaint.   "

—  She took note, when she saw his reaction to her appearance. Her skin pale, though not as white as her long, flowing hair. And resting in the middle of her forehead, was a pinkish star. Violet hues, seeming almost as endless as the sea. Watched the god before her, no doubt he expected her true form. His kind, knew this forest belonged to a unicorn. Though, she had never showed herself to them before. Not even to Odin, had she revealed herself. 

❝Is that so?❞ She began, watching as he took a few steps away as she approached. ❝There is no need to be afraid of me, young prince.❞ Amalthea added, her head tilting as she continued to approach the god of mischief. ❝Have you come to play tricks as well, or do you seek peace and sanctuary?❞ The unicorn asked, her form stopping a few feet from him. The way she stood so still, the way her throat moved as she breathed. Even the way she had turned her head, screamed that she was more than just a woman.

“ it is. ” his response was emidet and sharp and full of the kind of venom that only comes from deep pain, but not exactly... strong like one might think it would sound if he really, truly believed it. instead it sounded more heavy, in a sense, as though the words put a great deal of weight on his very bones. as though he were still trying to convince himself, let alone her.

still he puts more distance between them. for each step she takes, loki will withdraw. “ i do not fear you. ” this particular flavor of toxin is more offended than anything, and one he instantly feels more comfortable immersing himself in. this one he knows. this one he’s crafted to perfection. “ i am simply not as foolish as some. ” running headlong into unfamiliar surroundings, being within striking distance of a potential opponent is not his style.

— Slowly, she stepped out of the shadows from behind a tree. No longer the form she once was, instead what stood before the god was human looking. Though, she had those same lavender eyes. Her hair just as white as her mane once was, and she still had that majestic aura about her.

❝And what did you do, young prince? What game, did you play on those around you.❞ She questioned, taking a few steps towards the god of mischief.

he’ll watch the treeline with weary eyes that narrow in suspicion when she finally shows herself. it hadn’t been what he was expecting to see. hmm, pretty, though it’s slightly unsettling for a reason he can’t quite put a finger on.

“Uh…” He quickly glances back and forth, before settling his gaze back on the other. “Can you repeat it?” Yes, classically he’s forgotten.

@lcstunicorn​

"It has been a long time since you entered my forest." 

the strong-willed

“Yes brother?” One clueless oaf looking over at the other.

“I don’t know what you mean.“ Actually slams down a cup of drink just then too. “I can be quiet.” Thor you’re missing the point.