whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

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.

Careful of her hood, Loki kissed her forehead, and nodded. It was easy enough to carry her and if it helped her stay warm, so much the better. It wasn't a long walk compared to some he'd taken, and once they were inside it was....still.

Cold, and quiet, and echo-y, but still.

She doesn't actually expect for him to carry her, but she doesn't mind the break.

"Can you light it?" She asks when they finally make it in the cave.

Putting her down reluctantly, Loki holds up a hand and summons a small greenish-gold flame. It lights up things a bit.

Unfortunately it also disturbs the other residents in the gave--they'd seemed to be large stones before, but now that there was a light disturbing them, they started to move. Large and bulky, with red eyes of their own in squat faces.

"Trolls!" Loki said and spat a curse, casting his mage flame higher and making it bigger so that they could see better. It left him with both hands free to summon his daggers.

She sees the movement before anything else. The things are big and about to come towards them. She's summoned her dagger to her right hand and made a magical shield with her left.

This is her first real fight, and her adrenaline is coursing through her veins.

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