#constantlyshiftingmuse

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As much as En Dwi liked his body guard. She was far too cautious about new arrivals than he. It took some time to get to the elder’s chambers. But once inside he sat the male down on the side of his bed. As he went back and locked the doors leading out of the room. “There, good…Topaz won’t come looking here for a while.” He turns back to the raven haired male.

A look of wonderment upon him. As he ventured back over to the being. “It speaks!” En Dwi covered his own mouth and then chuckled. “Where are you? Why does that matter!? I want to know who are you!” The Grandmaster blurted out in response. Moving in closer to reach for a wisp of the male’s black locks. “Where do you come from? Are there more like you!?” He was giddy staring at thing of beauty before him.

Loki flinched as the man touched his hair, the excitement causing Loki to lean away a bit from him. He was scared, although he didn’t want to admit it. The dizzyness wasn’t leaving and he had a feeling that the sharp pain on the side of his neck was going to render him unable to use his magic. Bile rose in his throat at the sudden panic of it all and he managed to swallow, trying to regain some of his sanity. He could make friends with this man, who seemed to be the-  what? leader of this place? I know how to make friends with people, he thought to himself erratically.

His eyes were pulled across to a window where golden rays of light streamed in, overlooking what seemed like a city or something similar. It was beautiful, he had to admit, especially from this view- this room, which was decorated with gold and blue fabric and beautiful, carvings on the walls and he sighed with a hint of defeat.

@constantlyshiftingmuse

“So... ‘ow’s the rulin’ gig goin’ for ya?”

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He was still dizzy from crashing into the rubble, being dragged out by someone who had knocked him out, dragging Loki to a spaceship and taking him somewhere. He was dumped onto the floor as he arrived at this place where he could overhear voices murmuring about him, unable to comprehend the voices due to the dizzy, numb feeling in his skull.

He was pulled from the ground eventually by gentle hands, fingers that cupped his cheeks that had neatly manicured, and painted nails. This was much nicer then the grubby hands that had dragged him out the rubble. The hands slipped away to instead take Loki by the arm to guide him through some winding coridoors, still unable to process where he was or willing enough energy to put up a fight. He subconsciously decided that he wouldn't fight yet, he would wait to see where he was and then try to break free.

He was ushered into a room by this man who looked at him like he was some sort of prize, taking a seat on the bed he was shown to and closing his eyes. How long had he been out in the junk pile? If a junk pile was even what it was.

Hazy, feeling like he had been drugged, Loki could finally feel himself coming too, opening his eyes to meet the bright ones of this strange looking but handsome man in front of him. He cleared his throat, making sure he could still speak.

Brown hues swept over the white-haired stranger immediately, eyes widening at the gash in his side before she even registered the sling ring. She felt for her blades that were strapped to her sides as an initial response, never having fallen out of carrying to protect herself like some of the demigods who survived the Pantheonic War. 

“Who’d you piss off?” 

Mun: Peter no