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[wildwarden]

( She leaned into him, fingers flexing in his grip. )

Strangers is a strong word. ( A laugh. She would not call them strangers at this point, but she understood why he might. ) Well... good luck with that. I'm not going to be snooping around unless I have to. Totally relying on go-getters like you to solve all the problems that crop up.

[whose_son_am_i]

[The hand isn't lowered, her fingers nuzzled where they were held. Encouraging the embrace if anything while he enjoyed the closeness.]

I'd ask why, but honestly? I'd likely snoop around even without the mystery. I dislike being bored, and curiosity is one of my strengths as well as a flaw.

[He wasn't judging either, though he was curious. She seemed at ease with things here, and that could just be her personality...]

[wildwarden]

There are plenty of others like you here, so I'm sure you can all put your heads together. ( She closed her eyes and gently brushed her thumb over his cheek. ) I just don't see the need, to tell you the truth. It might all be bullshit and Vaeros is absolutely fucking with us, but if he holds up his end of the deal, I can hold up mine and I'll be... free of my world once and for all. Maybe. Probably.

[whose_son_am_i]

A fair answer. From what you've told me, you've also been through enough bullshit. It can make one tired really, when one has no time to process the things happening to them.

[Leaning into that touch more, still nuzzling her hand.]

[wildwarden]

( Night Sky nodded. She had been miserable for weeks prior to the party, and this conversation could easily take a turn in the same direction. So she didn't say anything else - just loosened her grip on his hand so she could stroke her fingers over his cheek and through his hair. )

[whose_son_am_i]

[Loki was happy to sink into the affection, to lean into it like a cat almost. Idly letting his own fingers stroke skin where his arm was around her.]

It's funny...probably good that things took a turn for the interesting. I tend to work best when my mind has something to focus on and can deal with other problems in the background.

[Aside from settling in, and now the ball, this actually was the first time Loki could possibly start processing all that had happened. He'd dealt with some of it, even while hiding under an illusion as Odin and ruling Asgard. But since his deception had been discovered, it had been one thing after another...]

[wildwarden]

I'm sure this place will keep you on your toes, whether you want it to or not. ( a soft chuckle, though there was hardly any mirth in it. She was content to stay so long as her wish was fulfilled; but that didn't mean it wasn't a fucking nightmare sometimes. ) But, you know, I'm always a pretty good distraction.

[whose_son_am_i]

Pretty? Good? A distraction? I'd say so, although being 'good' can be over-rated.

[Teasing with a smile and a kiss to her forearm if he could. Y'know without dislodging her fingers where she was stroking his hair and cheek.]

[wildwarden]

One of those, huh? ( a more genuine laugh this time, right along with a small, shuddering sigh a thr gentle kiss upon her skin. She curled her fingers inward to knead into his scalp. ) I try to be good. It's hard - but it's worth it, usually.

[whose_son_am_i]

Depends on how you define good.

[Oh that was lovely, and Loki pressed another kiss to her forearm, before moving to sink down against her if she'll let him. Just slide down, eyes closed, to rest against her and let her play with his hair.]

I've been the villain before. It was...over-rated. Complicated. Not what I thought it would be. Though I didn't consider myself as such at the time.

[It's all said meditatively, though of course Loki is aware of what he's saying.]

[wildwarden]

Hard to define. But I try to help people if they need it and I can. I go out of my way for others. ( she shrugged, shifting so he could rest his head in her lap if he sank down far enough, fingers still kneading his scalp and toying with the long strands of his hair.)

Why were you the villain in that scenario?

[whose_son_am_i]

Invaded and tried to conquer a planet.

[It's said simply, with no sugar-coating.]

I was angry. Hurting. Lashing out. A whole host of messy emotions that had not been dealt with at all well before ending up in the service of another. One of those desperate bargains.

[wildwarden]

( She laughed.)

You and my paramour both! I must have a type. ( clearly this was not a devastating revelation. The next part is less funny, and Night Sky frowned down at him as she continued carding her fingers through his hair. )

Ah. I know exactly how those bargains go. You don't sound like a villain to me. Sometimes people do things when they're hurting - it's hard to think. Hard to know what's wrong and what's right when you just want the hurt to stop.

[whose_son_am_i]

I also tried to wipe out an ancestral enemy people. Trying to make father proud, after all.

[There's some bitterness in his voice. Well he's glad she's not going to kick him out at least. He's perfectly willing to stay where he was and let her play with his hair.]

Mind, that was before I was in the desperate bargain. Before having to survive a year on my own with no one to help me nor kindness given to me. Just myself and my skills. The first time that happened no less.

[wildwarden]

That... also sounds familiar. ( The 'making father proud' part anyway. Would it be good or bad for him and Red Son to meet? Maybe she'd ask her later... )

It happened more than once?

[whose_son_am_i]

Suddenly being dropped somewhere and having to survive? Yes. Being here is not my first time, although it is the first time I've had to do so without my usual ablities or magic.

[It might surprise her that they've already met and got along pretty decently.]

The last several years have been rather chaotic, although they're the anomaly considering I'm over 1000 yrs old.

[Loki reached out to brush his fingers over her arms though, just soothing touch as she played with his hair.]

[wildwarden]

( Surprised and pleased, honestly! )

Ah. Faerie also took people's powers away. Earning them through sex was a little more... entertaining though. Not that this isn't, of course. So I'm used to it. I also don't mind it, but maybe I'm biased. ( being that she was not born magical or anything.

She smiled at the touch, letting her free hand rest on his chest. )

Oh, only a few centuries older than me. Here I thought you were some endlessly old god being.

[whose_son_am_i]

To those whose myths and legends we inspired, we are. They often have a lifespan between fifty to ninety years.

[His own free hand moved to twine with hers.]

The second time I had been kicked out of the bifrost by my here-to-fore unknown of psychopathic sister, which essentially sent me to a planet where the trash usually ends up. Any and everything, and a sort of society had formed based around the whims and desires of a being known as the Grandmaster. He held gladiatorial games for sport, among other things. I was there for a few weeks before my brother showed up. Despite that it had only been a few second for him.

[wildwarden]

True. Humans do not live long at all.

( she let him, half tempted to note how affectionate he was being in that moment; and how vulnerable while he spoke to her. She let him speak though, fingers threading through his hair. )

Time is messed up no matter where you go. But I'm sorry you were forced into that - any of it, really, this place included. You don't seem like you hate it, but... I assume you don't like it either.

[whose_son_am_i]

Asgardians can live up to the mid thousands for their lifespan, as can the Jotnar, that is, the frost giants of Jotunheim. It would not surprise me to find that others in the nine realms or beyond are similar, as I believe the Vanir are long lived and sturdy as much as the Asgardians. The dark elves...well, they existed before the Asgardians did. Back before the world had light.

Humans are a young species, where I'm from.

[Blue-green eyes looked up at her, and he offered a soft smile.]

I shouldn't be troubling you though, although...thank you for listening. I have not had that in a while--someone to simply listen. Here is better than the alternative, unless Vaeros really can fulfill the contract.

[wildwarden]

My people - my original people, the Sylvan, can live into the thousands. I didn't make it to two-hundred - and now I think I'm... I don't know. Closer to six? There's also the Lunari, who are immortal. And the dwarves... almost everyone but humans are long lived back home, too.

( she smiled back at him; raised their joined hands, and gently kissed his knuckles. ) You're welcome. Did you figure out what you wished for?

[whose_son_am_i]

I can make some educated guesses, but no--I still do not remember. Knowing what was happening though...

[Trailing off, moving his fingers gently in her grip.]

I'm not used to people gifting me things without wanting something in return. Or expecting some kind of favor or privilege.

[wildwarden]

( She nodded. Uncertain if he wanted her to let go, Night Sky simply lowered their hands back down and loosened her grip slightly. )

I'm not going to ask for anything if that's what you're implying. You don't have to pay me back - not unless you really want to.

[whose_son_am_i]

Why?

[Blue-green eyes were studying her, filled with a myriad of emotions that were hidden. Curiousity in his tone though, no judgement.]

I mean, I certainly can think of some ways to repay your kindness. But why be so kind to me in the first place?

[No, he didn't want to let go--although Loki did move to sit up once more. To face her, while still keeping their hands joined.]

Also, your paramour doesn't mind?

[wildwarden]

Oh? Like what? ( a very obvious hint of flirtation in her own tone, eyes bright. ) and because I don't give people things expecting something in return. That's just fucked up.

( she laughed. )

Doesn't mind what? Me giving people gifts, sleeping around, dating, or all of the above? Because either way, he's encouraged me to seek people out- I'm needy, he's busy and needs space. He doesn't mind.