Sleep, unfortunately for Loki's raging headache, was near impossible with the current situation he was so abruptly cast into. There was little to nothing comforting about the cave that wasn't the small vibrations that radiated from it: Earth, despite it's multitude of inconveniences, at least had a pleasing energy field. So instead he paced across the damp grounds where warm ground waters seeped upwards, possibly in affinity for his brother's presence. In a fit of rage over his contemplation he froze them, growling at how beautifully they crystallized across the pebbles. He needed to clear his mind before it throbbed into explosion.
Creating a faux hand was a feat so simple that Loki could accomplish it without batting an eye, without even thinking about it. But to create a digit that Thor's body would accept without outside magic influence was a task that he'd never taken on before. There was no need to before this. This was a task for Norns, not he.
But then again, if there were to be a secondary person who could do it it would be him.
He puffed his chest.
Reeds, stream water, and quartz. He started drawing up the list of things he'd need to procure a living, functional hand. Physical magic was admittedly not his strong suit but if he didn't try there surely would be no reason for Thor to keep him around. Lightening, amino acids, iron, and a model. That should be plenty to bring forth from magic a living hand. He hoped.
Looking forward he saw Thor standing in the lightened opening of the cave, his broad shoulders acting almost like a door to the orifice, and n his chest he felt his heart skip a small beat. What would happen if he couldn't do this? It mustn't matter, Loki bombarded himself with the thought, It'll go off without a hitch. So he inhaled and went forth towards the cave opening, coming up behind Thor with a purr that matched the vibrations that bounced about here.
"I think I've got it." Loki spoke over Thor's shoulder, against the sound of the rain in a small surge of confidence. "But you'll have to stand still while I do it."
Creating a faux hand was a feat so simple that Loki could accomplish it without batting an eye, without even thinking about it. But to create a digit that Thor's body would accept without outside magic influence was a task that he'd never taken on before. There was no need to before this. This was a task for Norns, not he.
But then again, if there were to be a secondary person who could do it it would be him.
He puffed his chest.
Reeds, stream water, and quartz. He started drawing up the list of things he'd need to procure a living, functional hand. Physical magic was admittedly not his strong suit but if he didn't try there surely would be no reason for Thor to keep him around. Lightening, amino acids, iron, and a model. That should be plenty to bring forth from magic a living hand. He hoped.
Looking forward he saw Thor standing in the lightened opening of the cave, his broad shoulders acting almost like a door to the orifice, and n his chest he felt his heart skip a small beat. What would happen if he couldn't do this? It mustn't matter, Loki bombarded himself with the thought, It'll go off without a hitch. So he inhaled and went forth towards the cave opening, coming up behind Thor with a purr that matched the vibrations that bounced about here.
"I think I've got it." Loki spoke over Thor's shoulder, against the sound of the rain in a small surge of confidence. "But you'll have to stand still while I do it."
October 16th, 2015 at 12:34am