Father-Son Bonding (Loki)

[Fenrir]

It had been three days since Fenrir had first arrived in London. Three days, twelve hours, thirty six minutes, and seventeen seconds. Eighteen. Time, Fenrir noticed, was so much easier to track when one could see the sun and moon. Or any of the contraptions the god was still sort of trying to get used to. He had to say, he was fascinated by the outside world and everything they had to offer.

It was early morning, and the sun had barely risen; the sky still tinted with the warm hues of the sunrise. Sunrise...so beautiful. Coupled with the cool morning breeze, it was enough to make him smile. Though it wasn't one of those "something just blew up" kind of smiles; this one was a lot...softer. Just enjoying being out.

Walking down the street, he blended in rather well. He looked like just another kid in his black sweatshirt, black jeans, and matching boots. However, he also noticed others tended to keep their distance. Maybe the weres sensed his power or something, he wasn't entirely sure. Then again, the way he looked...maybe that just gave people the impression to give him room. He really didn't care, one way or another, as long as they weren't disrespectful or jerks or anything like that.

He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, stopping in front of a store and leaning against the building. Just watching the people, their actions, movement, and interaction with one another. It was all intriguing, but after awhile, Fenrir got bored. So, to remedy this, the god of destruction decided to liven things up with a little destruction.

Without warning, a small explosion erupted from the trash can across the street, sending paper and bits of trash flying everywhere. On top of that, it made people jump out of their skin. Some went to check the source of the explosion, but they'd of course, find nothing. Fenrir stayed where he was with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face.

That was fun. A little excitement, and no one got hurt. Win for everyone, right?

Tag: Loki Laufeyjarson

[Loki Laufeyjarson]

WORD COUNT [ 590 ] MOOD [ having an emotion ] OUTFIT [ click! ] MUSIC [ Goodnight, Dragonslayer by Voltaire ] TAG [ Fenrir ] NOTES [ i'm also having an emotion this makes me so happy loki's so happy ]

Loki's mood was just a tad bit lighter than it had been previously. He and Thor were on speaking terms again. Not only was that a feat in of itself, after everything that had gone down, but it was... it was nice, being able to speak to his favorite nephew again. Maybe they could start traveling Midgard with one another, just like old times. Perhaps they could relive their glory days, for just a little while. Loki wouldn't dare lie to himself, though – while new adventures would be fun, he knew that those days were gone, and he knew that they were never coming back. He wasn't going to delude himself with fantasies about what could have been. He just wanted to build a good now, while he still had the time. There was so of that left now that he was out, if the Norns were to be believed – and they were. He had decided, that day, to take an early morning stroll. He managed to untangle himself from Christian's arms, placing a gentle kiss on the blonde's forehead. He'd taken the German werefox as a lover some weeks ago, and the two had been practically inseparable since; at least, whenever Loki wasn't with Thor, they were. Loki had decided he was going to keep him already. Christian mumbled and yipped in his sleep, which elicited a soft laugh from the trickster. Loki sauntered to the closet, dressed, threw his hair into a messy up-braid, grabbed a bagel from the counter, and made his way out into the crisp morning air. Surprisingly enough for London, it wasn't raining, as it had been the past few weeks – though the Jotun was more than sure that it would begin to sometime soon, probably around noon, when everyone had already decided they were going to take their lunches outside. The weather here was just as fickle as he could be, but, truly, he didn't much care for it. He liked the sun; when it snowed, he tended to enjoy that, as well, but for nostalgic reasons more than anything else. The constant clouds and rain felt stifling in comparison. For that reason, Loki could feel his spirits rising even further as he watched the sun do the same. He took a bite of his bagel and walked. He got two blocks before the trash can exploded a few feet ahead of him. Loki Laufeyjarson was surprised, at first, stunned into stiff silence. But after a long moment of allowing himself to calm, he finally listened to what his body was telling him. There was some very strong, chaotic energy very close by; strong enough to belong to another god, and chaotic enough to belong to another Jotun. Slowly, Loki turned in its direction, and his heart leapt out of his chest. He had not seen his son since Fenrir had been ripped away from him, but he would recognize his “little wolf” anywhere. Loki laughed, sprinting across the street and half-tackling Fenrir in his enthusiasm. He tugged the other man into his arms, hugging him tight. “Little wolf!” His body was practically wagging – he'd taken on a decidedly wolfish aspect, himself. His tattered lips pulled into the biggest grin they could manage, and he cupped his son's face in his hands. “Oh, oh, by Odin, you're alright. You're safe...” Loki threw his head back, laughing in delight. “I was so scared for you. I missed you so much. Oh, you have your mother's eyes...” post template by Tony

[Fenrir]

Fenrir was busy drinking in the small amount of chaos--no, excitement--he had caused with his little explosion. So much so he didn't pick up on the presence of another being in the area. And a very powerful being, at that. But in due time, he was well aware of the other god as he was almost taken off of his feet. He tensed, but before he could prepare for an epic battle of the gods, there was hugging.

There. Was. Hugging. Someone was actually touching him. And it was affectionate. But before the wolf-god could react to this fact, something else clicked. He hadn't seen his ambush-hugger in literally ages, but he knew who it was. He just...knew. As soon as he realized this, his arms wrapped around Loki, returning the hug and completing the embrace that mere mortals could never hope to survive.

"Fa--D--I..." He couldn't even form the words; Fenrir was completely and utterly speechless. Having relaxed from the initial surprise of the physical contact, he didn't fight as his face was cupped in Loki's hands.

"Faðir...[/color]" He murmured softly, using the Old Norse term as he put his hands on his father's shoulders. "It is good to see you too," Fenrir answered, still taken aback by this sudden surprise. "Yeah...I am." The god of destruction blinked, then wiped something off of his face. Was that...

Fenrir was overwhelmed by emotions he couldn't ever remember feeling before, and it confused him. And why were his eyes leaking? He'd never cried before, and though usually he would have had a problem with this...well, this was an exception. After all, he hadn't seen his Father since he was just a pup.

He pulled Loki into another hug, lifting the other god off of the ground for a second before just holding onto him for a moment. Wiping tears away, he regained his composure.

"I... escaped the cage they had me in once, and returned to the village. Though it wasn't long before they brought me back and tried to restrain me. I only recently managed to break free." As an afterthought, he murmured under his breath, "Cursed dwarven ribbon..."

Tag: Loki Laufeyjarson

[Loki Laufeyjarson]

WORD COUNT [ 403 ] MOOD [ bittersweet ] OUTFIT [ click! ] MUSIC [ Portal 2 soundtrack ] TAG [ Fenrir ] NOTES [ sometimes i reply in two hours. sometimes i reply in a month. ]

Fenrir had gotten taller than Loki by just a few inches; the Trickster noticed that right away, as soon as his initial excitement had waned. Fenrir had also gotten rather handsome – Loki's ego had him writing it off as his influence, though there was no doubt that Fenrir had acquired his darker coloring from his mother. Loki couldn't stop looking him over, even as they hugged again, just soaking in everything his wolf pup had become. The meeting was bittersweet, even if it bordered more on the sweet. It was just a reminder to Loki how much growing he had missed, how long that he'd been absent from his son's life. It brought back the old pain; the memory of having his children ripped from his arms, the false hope when Fenrir had been spared, the crushing betrayal when they'd finally locked him away, as well. Loki was many things. He was fickle, he was vain, he caused too much havoc and he had a selfish streak. But no one, no one in any of the nine realms could deny that he loved his family. No one could deny that, above all else, he just wanted to protect them from danger, to keep them under his wing and make sure that they were loved and cared for until the end of their days. When the Aesir had taken his children from him and pulled him away from Angrboda, he had failed in that. When they had taken he and Sigyn's children from him as well, this time in a much more gruesome way, he had failed, as well. He had to choke back tears at the very thought of it; quickly, he walled it off once more in his mind. He couldn't afford to think about it, not now. “You are free now,” he murmured in his lilting English, reaching up to fuss with Fenrir's messy hair and tuck it behind his ears. “That's all that matters. You are free, and you've returned to me. However accidental it was.” Loki gave a sad, crooked grin. “They locked me away too, long... long after your imprisonment. I suppose it is a running theme, in our family. One I do not wish to reoccur.” Not that it would, not now. Both Loki and Fenrir had broken free; sooner or later, the end would come, and it wouldn't be them in chains. post template by Tony

[Fenrir]

Fenrir couldn't take his eyes off of Loki, either. After all, the last time he had seen his father, he was a mere pup being ripped away from his father's grasp. So much time had gone by, and time, when lost...can never be given back. When it's gone, it's gone. Though usually Fenrir wouldn't have handled this sort of emotion so well, it was a special case.

"As are you," he replied, wiping the tears away and flashing a sly smile. Under normal circumstances, he would have fixed his hair back, but again, this was far from normal. The wolf gave a chuckle. "Accidental...maybe. Or was it?" His eyes flashed a bit, more out of mischief than of anger. But at the same time...it was a gleam of realization.

"Yes...we were both locked away for far too long. Such was the family theme...for the time being. But an accident...I do not think one can call it that." He gave another grin, letting his realization sink in a little. "This meeting...maybe it was...Destined to be. After all, we did both break free of our bonds." Looking at the god of destruction, it would be obvious that his gears were turning. Ideas were forming, making themselves known. Sure, he'd had time to think while chained, but this was so much different.

"You know...forget where I was going with that for the time being," he said, smiling even more. "After all, we have been reunited after all this time. I think we are far overdue for some...father and son bonding, you think?" Fenrir stretched, still unable to pull his eyes away from his father. He felt there was so much he could learn from Loki; after all, this was his father. And they did have a ton of time to make up for. One thing was certain.

As fun as bonding time would be for the father and son duo...it was not as likely to be as fun for any innocent bystanders who happened to be in the area.

Loki Laufeyjarson

[Loki Laufeyjarson]

WORD COUNT [ 336 ] MOOD [ fearful but optimistic ] OUTFIT [ click! ] MUSIC [ LotR soundtrack ] TAG [ Fenrir ] NOTES [ n/a ]

For a long moment, Fenrir's words filled Loki with dread. He couldn't mean he was ready to destroy, could he? That he was ready to start the process that would lead them all to war? Loki had spent too long running from that – he hadn't considered that finding his lost children, the young ones that he missed so dearly, might be the catalyst. Truly, he didn't want to destroy the realms. He wanted revenge, yes. No one could deny that. He wanted so badly to tear to shreds the people who had destroyed his family twice over, who had ripped each child he'd spawned or borne from his arms and either tossed them aside or killed them then and there. Inside him, there was a raging inferno, thirsting for the blood and bones and ashes it was due. But he knew what would happen once that started; he knew every gory, graphic detail. What few offspring he had left to him would be killed. The people he'd called friends and family, they'd be killed as well. The men of Midgard, the stumbling, bumbling little things, would get caught up in the crossfire, and in the end, even he wouldn't live to tell of it. You could not fight fate. But you could stall it, and stalling it was what he aimed to do. That was his motto, after all: “When things go wrong, run.” The Trickster forced himself not to think on those things, though. Fenrir probably didn't really want outright destruction, not right this moment – or at least, that probably wasn't what he was referring to. He hadn't seen his father since he was a pup, and he wanted to play. That was all. Loki gave his son that sly, fox-like grin of his, crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging. “What the Hel,” he chuckled softly, “it has been a while since I've shaken things up. What exactly do you have in mind, then? Chaos, mischief? Or both?” post template by Tony

[Fenrir]

There were many drawbacks to being locked up for as long as Fenrir had; one of which being the wolf didn't know the power of his own words or what he was saying. He knew the consequences of the end, yes, but there were times when he was blinded by his own thoughts of revenge. He wanted nothing more than to see the Aesir suffer, but failed to realize that there were less extreme methods of revenge that could be just as effective. Besides, they were gods; they had much more to offer in means of vengeance than mere mortals. But ageless as he was, compared to Loki and others, he was still just a pup, and as such could stand to learn a lot from his father.

Hey...this was a reunion that was an eternity in the making! As such, there was no time for dark or depressing thoughts of apocalypse and destruction and death. No! This was a time to cherish and enjoy while there was still a chance.

At his father's words, a smile spread across the "young" man's face, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "It has been awhile since I have stirred up trouble, myself, aside from blowing up trash cans and burning myself on this accursed yet delicious molten liquid they call...coffee. So...maybe a bit of both? I am sure I have much to learn, and this may seem odd, but whatever we decide to do...would it be okay if we left the city standing? I have grown rather fond of London in my time here." He gave a shrug, brushing his hair to the side a little.

"You know...it has been awhile since I have roamed of my own free will...what sort of things do you do for fun these days, Father?" he asked, scratching his head.

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