[ it was like a conscious weight had been lifted. all the fear and exhaustion that had cluttered his veins seemed to have cleared up. he feels brighter, lighter, more like himself. even the pain of ragnarok seems to exist as nothing more but the faintest of throbs in his chest.

after receiving the flowers, loki turns them over in his hands critically before using his illusions to make them look like calla lilies. it was his mother’s favourite flower after all. he sings an old norwegian song, dulcet tones drifting over the temple as he threads the lilies into his hair with small braids.

if anyone wants some braids, he’d be happy to do so. ]

[ it was especially nice to have the heated baths. loki used to have a large one in his room back on asgard, but obviously, that is no longer an option. he can’t go home. loki pushes that thought out of his mind as he reclines against the wall of the baths, letting the water sap away the aches and pains. he finds his mind drifting, to pretend coronations of the past and a moment of brotherly reconnection. loki closes his eyes, breathing it out. ]

Oh what could have been . . .

[ it had been the mother crying that prompted him. loki doesn’t examine it too closely. he doesn’t want to think about it for too long. thinking about frigga always reduced him to a sorrow he couldn’t overcome. but that wasn’t important right now. loki heads towards the flowers, letting the magic hum in anticipation.

though, once he finally arrives, seeing the giant mantis was . . . new. he blinks, trying to parse that. ]

Well, that’s new.

[ should he kill it? it’s a giant bug. killing giant bugs is messy overall and loki hates a mess. he approaches it carefully. perhaps diplomacy is the better option. he glances around, palms up. ]

I can get the boy from the tree if anyone can provide a distraction?

[ got an option in mind? pm this account with ideas / hit me up @ timmtams ]