#loki;

"Wh... Where on earth am I..." On his stomach and, judging by the tension in his arms, suspended, either to the wall, or to a bed - this is how Loki is meeting the new day. Or what he thinks is the new day. He's sleepy enough to be unable to remember what happened, and how he ended up like this... but the other's face looks familiar.

𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .

“Do you think you could have done this?” Oh, Caspian. Loki may not be evil, yet sometimes, especially when he gets bored, he craves mischief, and running into him in a moment like this makes the risk of him twisting the truth very, very high. Until it blurs together with the lie. It’s only too unfortunate you’ve come across him at such a time.

For once, the blood is not on his hands. And, from what he judges, this has been the wolf’s act of rage - not the young prince’s. It will be difficult to explain that to everyone else, for sure. But Loki understands. He has been in a similar situation before.

“When I showed up a few minutes ago, you were the only one fretting around the body.” His words are empty, cold and matter-of-fact, a mere account of what he had seen - but the playful tone to them makes them sinister. “Not that I am blaming you now. No, not at all. Believe me.” The way his face becomes serious shows sincerity.

“Let me help you get rid of that. Whether or not you did it, it doesn’t need to be found out. People fuck up. And so do gods.”

🍱 (Baby Ariana giggles and tries to push some mushed up blueberries towards Loki's mouth).

“Hey, honey! Did you try to squeeze these a bit first? Or did you try to eat them?” When it came to fruit, the trickster could not be fooled easily. He could tell a fresh berry from a gently used one, and he knew when they were better for wine than for dessert. The one Ari seemed to be offering him though looked like she might have held onto it just a bit too tightly.

Oh, there was another one! And another! “Whoa, so many of them! Where did you get all of those berries, huh, Ari? Did someone give them to you?”

“Why do I do the things I do?... It's simple. You can't only ever rely on fate. On the Norns. Ha. Fate doesn't exist. For all we're concerned, we're all only ever supposed to die. Get used by someone, get used by more people, be betrayed... lose people we care about... be bitter... and then die.” Loki’s hand tightened around the knife, his knuckles turning white from the effort he squeezed with.

General Sentences, Vol. 7

"...I'm great at finding things. And people. But it was also partly coincidence, really." Hanging down from the tree in front of the mildly surprised werewolf, the trickster was smiling mysteriously. "I was going to say that I'm good at finding things, but let's be real, I hate to brag."

"Werewolves have a very specific smell," he went on, lifting himself up, then holding onto the tree and sliding down from it until he was on solid ground again. Loki then turned around to finally face Caspian properly as he cleaned dust from his hands. "I'm not saying it's either good or bad, but they do. So do Asgardians and giants."

"All I did was follow the scent... and it took me to you. I did suspect it could be you, but I mostly thought it was just a friend of yours or someone you hang a lot with, and I figured I could ask them about you. If you're well and all that. But since I just found you right away... well, you're alive and well. At least I hope you're well."

They weren't best friends or anything, but the trickster did not think ill of the Prince either. And really, if things stayed that way it would likely be best...