whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

Christine found herself alone, looking over her sleeping form. It wasn't such a strange experience when one already mastered the use of the astral plane.

She lets herself sink back into her body and into a warm embrace. She wakes as the sun rises, she knows she had a dream, but the memory of it is just out of reach.

It is only ever sunrise or twilight, in the dark forest that leads to Urðarbrunnr. The fire is starting to die; Thor is stirring but tangled in his cloak for warmth. Loki is still wrapped around Christine, with her closer to the fire than he, for warmth. He's stirring too.

What had been a clearing was still a clearing, and the river roared loudly nearby. But they were no longer alone, for three cloaked figures stood with them. "Welcome, sons of Odin and Layfey, daughter of Midgard."

The voices are unexpected and Christine sits up with a gasp.

They are not alone, and whoever is there knows who they are.

Easy, Sweetling Loki's voice is calm, though she can feel him tense. Ready and waiting, as Thor nearby rolls to his feet in a crouch. "Who speaks our name?" Thor said quietly.

"Weavers, Son of Odin. Weavers of the paths of men and gods alike."

"The Norns." Loki murmured, though he did not relax, and his tone was quiet for Christine only. "We were told to seek you out, honored ones."

It was odd, as they spoke as one but it was three voices. "So you were, Son of Laufey-and-Odin both."

It's Loki's voice in her mind that keeps her calm, even as she grabs one of his hands to stay close.

So these were who they came to see, the voices were creepy. But they seem like they've been expecting the trio.

"As you know, a great battle is coming. As it as come before across countless weavings. We seek you, as you sought us, so that we might send you where you need to go, to do the most good."

"You speak in riddles, honored ones." Thor said politely. "Is not here where we need to be?"

"Nay, Son of Odin. Here is where journeys converge and divide so that they might converge again. You would be a king, and must be worthy of it--so to Nidavellir you go. You, God of Thunder, must break the storm that is coming." The three raised there hands, and swept them out in a gesture, as Thor was getting to his feet--and he vanished in a flash of magic.

"Wait...!" Loki had a dagger in his hand even though it was a foolish idea, already moving slightly in front of Christine.

Christine grabs Loki's arm to keep him steady. With the power these creatures just displayed, there was no chance in a fight against them.

"So you sent Thor to where he was needed. What of us?"

Christine is only hopeful that her and Loki won't be separated as well.

"You go to find the Breadth of Grace and his birthright. Your threads are twined and woven together by your own actions."

"That sounds great and all, but how are we getting..." Loki started, as the three where raising their arms again, to sweep them out in a gesture. "...back."

"Welcome to Niflheim, Trickster and Healer. You'll find your way." Echoed in their minds. At least they'd been kind enough to leave Christine in a warm coat and a fur cloak.

Already Loki's skin was starting to turn blue.

"Shit." It's muttered somewhere in their magical transit.

Christine feels the cold and wraps the fur around her tighter. She watches in fascination as Loki's skin changes.

"I guess we're on our own now."

"...my birthright should be in Jotunheim, and yet we're here." Loki murmured, very not happy. Trust the Norns to speak in riddles.

"Alright, so, do you know anything about Niflheim, Sweetling? We can walk and talk, and probably should keep moving." Worry was being projected unconsciously along their link.

"I know nothing about this place." She keeps herself bundled up and walks with him.

She feels that worry and it concerns her. He doesn't often worry.

It's worry for her; if he's reverting to how he looks as a frost-giant (which he is), then it is colder than cold. "Niflheim is one of the oldest realms, along with Muspelheim, the realm of fire. It's primordial cold, mist, ice...and when combined with Muspelheim's fire it forms water from which Midgard is created. A part of it is also where the dead who do not go to Valhalla fall, and where Father imprisoned Hela. We'd know if we were in that part, I think."

She adds a warming spell to her cloak to keep away the frigid temperatures.

"It's an ice world used as a prision. That is an encouraging place to be stuck. Any idea why they would have sent us here?"

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"To find whatever the Breadth of Grace is, and some birthright of mine--from what they said." Loki reached up and ran a hand through his hair, nervously. "We need a guide, I think...I'm just not sure how we find one."

"If you keep me safe I can shift into the astral plane to get a better look around. I can move much faster."

At least she would be able to get a sense of where they are beyond just surrounded by ice and snow.

Loki stopped and turned to her, cupping her face and looking at her seriously. "Sweetling, if? Mine to protect, remember?" Of course he'd keep her safe! There's a vague sense of hurt along their link that she'd even doubt...

"I didn't mean it like that. I know you will." She reaches her hands to touch his face, fingertips running over the ridges on his blue skin.

She sends apologies and love back, she hadn't meant to suggest he wouldn't.

It's a sign of how worried he must really be, that it had shaken him at all. Calming some with her touch, taking a deep breath. Unconsciously projecting again--that worry and care and affection, and under it all a love for her. That he wasn't even aware of.

"I know that...logically." He failed at sounding sulky, however. "What do I do to help?" He didn't like this plan, but Loki didn't have a better one.

"With the temperature, just make sure I don't freeze." She doesn't stop touching him, or sending a bit of calm through their link. They were together, they would be okay.

"It'll only take me a few minutes and I'll be able to map out where we are."

"I won't let that happen." Loki pledged, folding her closer. Trying to impart what warmth he could even then.

"I'll be right back." She gives him a little kiss before going a bit limp in his arms.

In astral form she can fly so she goes straight up to get a wide picture of the area before doing a quick bit of scouting.

The limpness should worry him, but....he trusts her. Being sure her hood is secure, Loki bundles her up more before shifting to hold her in his arms. Moving to a nearby rock and he settles into guard over her.

Even on the astral plane, it's hard to get a good reading as this place is all ice-rime and mist. They seem to be not far from a cave system connected to a mountain. It seems both some distance away and far too close that there is a darker area clearly blocked off and bordered--helheim.

She sees the dark border, that seems like a place to avoid. The caves hold promise though.

It's no more than five minutes before she returns to her body and hugs him in reply.

"The dark hell-place is to the West. North of us are some caves that might lead to somewhere."

He laughs somewhat bitterly. "I know what you're doing, but I hope never to see you lifeless again." It had shaken him, even while he knew that wasn't what was going on. "Which way to the caves. If nothing else, we can take shelter and try and plan our next move. Not that he was making any move to put her down.

She hugs him a bit tighter. "I'm sorry. I've never really thought of what it looks like, usually I project while I let my body sleep."

It was a needed trip she had taken but she still feels bad about it.

"Just towards that mountain." She points.

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