sienadoman replied to your post: M!A you were a beautiful horse this morning, so why not repeat that curse ? For another two hours you are a beautiful horse again. Have fun.
Donna, you do make a very…charming horse. *snicker*
No you don’t.
I don’t care. We have a son. And I’m taller.
Donna, you do make a very…charming horse. *snicker*
No you don’t.
There will be a reckoning.
As the man walked into his dimly lit chambers Loki tried to hide his bruised and bloodied face away. He didn’t need pity nor anyone, especially the Stallion seeing him like this. Broken… human, worst of all unable to tell the lies that normally dripped so easily off of his silver tongue. They would all pay for this, every last one of them.
The trickster didn’t speak he simply waited for the other to do or say anything.
The former stallion can barely see the figure huddled in bed… it does not radiate magic and what is so unique to Loki as a god. But Svadilfari knows. It’s Loki and he is wounded and weak. The man runs toward him and kneels at the edge of the huge bed, holding carefully, gently lifting Loki to make him nest against his chest- What happened?? Who did this to you, Loki??
“The witch.” He speaks throat dry and voice dead. This was nothing to relish in. “I took her child. Mother’s don’t like it when you take their children. I do not know… how long this will last.”
You need to take care of it… You are…wounded. -he says, surprised to see the disbelief in his own voice. Loki was injured and needed him for the first time. Svad quickly checks every injury on the god’s face then begins to undress the Trickster gently- I’ll take care of it. Why did you do that, Loki?
“I will… I will take of it.” The rage was obvious even in his soft voice. “I will rip her limb from limb and I will enjoy it. She will never again, mess with Loki. She will learn her place.” He allowed the other to undress him and to take care of the wounds that remained.
-he casts a quick glance at Loki before continues to check for injuries on his body. He frowns and shakes his head then he stands up and go straight to the cabinets, looking for herbs or healing runes. The jar of fresh water that is close by the bed would be helpful to wash the wounds, he thinks- Forget it, Loki! Forget vengeance and everything else for now! You need to rest.
There will be a reckoning.
As the man walked into his dimly lit chambers Loki tried to hide his bruised and bloodied face away. He didn’t need pity nor anyone, especially the Stallion seeing him like this. Broken… human, worst of all unable to tell the lies that normally dripped so easily off of his silver tongue. They would all pay for this, every last one of them.
The trickster didn’t speak he simply waited for the other to do or say anything.
The former stallion can barely see the figure huddled in bed… it does not radiate magic and what is so unique to Loki as a god. But Svadilfari knows. It’s Loki and he is wounded and weak. The man runs toward him and kneels at the edge of the huge bed, holding carefully, gently lifting Loki to make him nest against his chest- What happened?? Who did this to you, Loki??
“The witch.” He speaks throat dry and voice dead. This was nothing to relish in. “I took her child. Mother’s don’t like it when you take their children. I do not know… how long this will last.”
You need to take care of it… You are…wounded. -he says, surprised to see the disbelief in his own voice. Loki was injured and needed him for the first time. Svad quickly checks every injury on the god’s face then begins to undress the Trickster gently- I’ll take care of it. Why did you do that, Loki?
There will be a reckoning.
As the man walked into his dimly lit chambers Loki tried to hide his bruised and bloodied face away. He didn’t need pity nor anyone, especially the Stallion seeing him like this. Broken… human, worst of all unable to tell the lies that normally dripped so easily off of his silver tongue. They would all pay for this, every last one of them.
The trickster didn’t speak he simply waited for the other to do or say anything.
The former stallion can barely see the figure huddled in bed… it does not radiate magic and what is so unique to Loki as a god. But Svadilfari knows. It’s Loki and he is wounded and weak. The man runs toward him and kneels at the edge of the huge bed, holding carefully, gently lifting Loki to make him nest against his chest- What happened?? Who did this to you, Loki??
stallionsvadilfari started following you
Hello. I am Captain Loki Nicholls, of the British Cavalry.
…You are a different Loki. -frowns- I am Svadilfari. It’s a pleasure.
About me
In Norse mythology, Svaðilfari (Old Norse "unlucky traveler") is a stallion that fathered the eight-legged horse Sleipnir with Loki (in the form of a mare). Svaðilfari was owned by the disguised and unnamed hrimthurs who built the walls of Asgard.(OOC: This is an independent RP blog for the human form of Sleipnir's father.))
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