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New Chambers
Jun. 8th, 2012 09:41 pmGetting moved from the cells had been... an experience. Loki had every plan of taking advantage of the situation and cloaking himself before fleeing, but then that Banner woman showed up, so the plan changed to just opening antagonising them as much as possible without getting thrown through a wall.
The first thing he did upon finally being locked in what had become his new chambers was not to test it against magic or try to escape. No. The first thing he did was to do exactly as he had been denied down in the cells and bathe. Even during expeditions to Svartalfheim, Loki has never felt quite so in need of hot water and soap in his life. With his hair still wet, he conjured a pair of shears that he was fairly certain he wasn't allowed to have (not that he cared) and hastily cut off the frayed and matted ends of his hair.
Whoever readied these chambers for him at least seemed to understand that their new resident was not from Midgard. While the minimal clothing provided is that of a peasant's, it is still Asgardian and familiar to him.
Dressed, clean, and with hair that will still be getting in his face, though perhaps not so badly, Loki's next course of action was to sleep. Which he did. For about four days straight. He had not realised just how badly he needed the rest until he lay down.
When Loki finally wakes, it's with a muffled sense of confusion. There's a brief moment when he thinks he's back in his chambers in the palace, but it doesn't last long. Nothing about these chambers resembles Asgard. The feeling passes, and looking round, Loki finds that while he was asleep, someone has serviced the room. There is a pitcher of water on the small table near the bed, along with some dried meats and a book. The book, Loki realises at once, is someone's idea of a joke. And he has to admit, it is one he appreciates.
He pours himself some of the water and picks up the Edda, curious to see just what the mortals have been reading about himself and his family.
The first thing he did upon finally being locked in what had become his new chambers was not to test it against magic or try to escape. No. The first thing he did was to do exactly as he had been denied down in the cells and bathe. Even during expeditions to Svartalfheim, Loki has never felt quite so in need of hot water and soap in his life. With his hair still wet, he conjured a pair of shears that he was fairly certain he wasn't allowed to have (not that he cared) and hastily cut off the frayed and matted ends of his hair.
Whoever readied these chambers for him at least seemed to understand that their new resident was not from Midgard. While the minimal clothing provided is that of a peasant's, it is still Asgardian and familiar to him.
Dressed, clean, and with hair that will still be getting in his face, though perhaps not so badly, Loki's next course of action was to sleep. Which he did. For about four days straight. He had not realised just how badly he needed the rest until he lay down.
When Loki finally wakes, it's with a muffled sense of confusion. There's a brief moment when he thinks he's back in his chambers in the palace, but it doesn't last long. Nothing about these chambers resembles Asgard. The feeling passes, and looking round, Loki finds that while he was asleep, someone has serviced the room. There is a pitcher of water on the small table near the bed, along with some dried meats and a book. The book, Loki realises at once, is someone's idea of a joke. And he has to admit, it is one he appreciates.
He pours himself some of the water and picks up the Edda, curious to see just what the mortals have been reading about himself and his family.
