st_allionofdoom | Piss Off, Ghost

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loki,
valkyrie

Piss Off, Ghost

When the polite knock came at her door, Valkyrie was there waiting beside it to open it in short order.

"You came." She gave him a thin smile and a little cock of the head--the subject of her ire fretting about in the background, popping in and out of view. Every reverberating phrase was like chicken scratch on the inside of Valkyrie's head. It did not cut deep but it was incessant. Valkyrie rolled up the sleeves of her loose sweater and stepped to the side to allow her guest entrance to a one-ghost-woman choir of grumbling at the male presence.

"This is a friend of mine. He'll be joining us for the afternoon." Valkyrie's announcement fell on indignant, incorporeal ears but she announced it purely out of spite.

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"Your many exploits?" Valkyrie shrugged, pulling her hair loose and shaking it out.

"No." Rather than being distracted by her hair, Loki concentrated the now-minimal amount to push away Odin's enchantment and let the lined blue skin and red eyes of a frost giant show. Then he pointed at his face. "This." If she was prone to attacking frost giants on sight, better out here than actually in the Inn, or when he was concentrating on something else.

Valkyrie didn't catch sight of the transformation immediately, shaking her head loose of needles and bark. She wasn't at all prepared for the sight that greeted her as her eyes focused back in on Loki.

'Jotunn.'

She shook her head slightly, shock and then disbelief. "Odin took in a frost giant." She couldn't quite believe the words that emerged from her own mouth.

“My working theory is he engaged in a personal anti-littering program on his way out of Jotunheim.” Loki couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his tone, and didn’t really try. “Or he saw a potential future pawn in a discarded son of Laufey. Or both. I don’t know. He never felt I was worth telling.”

Valkyrie scoffed. The mere mention of that man's name dredged up every ounce of her enmity. She'd managed her emotional state well enough since her arrival, but the memory of that man's betrayal could make her boil over.

"Odin and his miserable pile of secrets. Right until the end." Valkyrie fared far less well at keeping the bitter bite out of her feigned sweetness.

“Yes.” Loki let the enchantments and his more familiar face flood back. There wasn’t much more to say. Odin’s secrets and lies had stolen how many of his potentials and futures? “I got some revenge, at least. Never enough, but apparently the man dies before I can take another swing at getting even.”

Loki was a frost giant.

Valkyrie was caught up in her thoughts of what to do with that information before deciding that there was nothing to do about it at all. His race didn't change his deeds, for better or for worse. By the sounds of it, it had been a revelation to him at some point. Odin was gone, and the fallout of his sins remained for his progeny to pick up the pieces. That much remained.

No, nothing really changed today, aside from a few new bruises they'd sport.

"I heard. Dropped him off at a Midgardian retirement home." Thor mentioned it in an offhand manner and she almost thought it a joke. Another faint, scoffing laugh. It was better than he deserved. She brushed her hair to one side and glanced back up at him. It was slow, but she cracked a small smirk. "The universe is funny. Sometimes."

“Oh, it’s better than that. I dropped him in a sub-par retirement home after jumping him in his own throne room and stripping his mind and power away. And then I stole his face, sat on the throne for three years, and let his empire go to shit.” It hadn’t been enough to smooth out his anger, nothing would be, but winning had blunted some of the worst edge.

Valkyrie imagined Thor's exaspiration with those points, to put it lightly. Though she couldn't bring herself to muster the same fury or even righteous indignation. Such feelings were far above her.

"Don't turn into him for me to prove it. I'll break your other cheek on reflex." She nudged him with her elbow.

"Tempting as that sounds, I'm not interested in being him again without a very good reason." Loki was nowhere near sure that any such 'good reason' really existed. "If I have to prove it, I'll just show you what happened."

Valkyrie leaned forward as they continued their ascent up the hill, now that the little intermission of violence was through (for now.)

"You needn't prove anything. I believe you." A note of surprise listed in her voice, as if the offer to be shown wasn't even a thought that'd crossed her mind. "A sharing mood you're in, aren't you?"

"Something like that." Loki shrugged. He was in a sharing mood, and didn't care to examine whether it was random or as a result of his current company. The dull throb of pain from her earlier blows should have meant the former, but seemed to contribute proof to the latter instead. "I enjoy the sound of my own voice, and these things are hardly secret." The Jotunn thing... almost was. He was working on that, maybe. "At present I prefer to stay on my brother's good side, though I admit I go back and forth on it occasionally." So did Thor, though the idiot would never admit it. "That being the case, it's in my best interest to get along with his allies. I judge you to be rather direct and likely to respond better to directness than secrecy. Hence, a sharing mood."

'THAT was an explanation.' Valkyrie quirked an eyebrow halfway through that exposit.

"We don't count as allies?" Shrugging, Valkyrie steadied on upwards. "I suppose not. We've known each other perhaps a week." As odd as it was to start from square one with a man she'd fought, fought alongside, then was rescued out of nowhere by, she had to remind herself not to make assumptions about their relationship.

"It wouldn't matter if we'd known each other since infancy. I've learned not to count anyone as my ally. It's more efficient." And safer, but he felt that was included in efficiency.

Loki followed her up, adding 'random hikes are a possibility' to his mental list of Valkyrie facts. "You and I, for example, are both attached to my brother. This obliges me to back you as I would him, at least some of the time. I don't assume the reverse is true at any point." After a pause to consider, he added, "Generally and historically, it isn't."

"If my loyalty to His Majesty excluded attachments to all others it wouldn't be a loyalty worth having." Valkyrie tossed her head, smoothing her hair back as a wind blew from behind. Whatever shampoo she'd cleansed it with that morning leant itself to volume, if nothing else.

"I don't doubt you'll make attachments aplenty." She was beautiful, entertaining, and an excellent warrior, after all. Most people would be endeared by at least one item on that list, and it wasn't a complete list. "I simply don't expect any attachment to me to be among them."

"You shouldn't expect anything from anyone. People will disappoint there. Frequently." A phrase she once spouted bitterly had softened into something she merely acknowledged as a matter of course. The hill crest approached, and Valkyrie jogged the final few steps to the top. The sight of the woods in autumn stretching into the blue horizon made her forget her words. She cleared her throat.

"Now that I've accepted it, I feel like I'm allowed to take a chance again."

Loki continued to walk, mostly because he wasn’t really dressed for running but slightly because hanging back gave him an excuse to watch Valkyrie move, at least until he caught up again. It had to be said, though: even a pocket-slice of Midgard was pretty. Nothing to Asgard, of course, but in this case second-place wasn’t really a loser placement.

“Oh?” ‘Frequently’ was an improvement over ‘inevitably’, expressing some hope that things wouldn’t go horribly wrong. “Did you have any particular chance in mind?”

"Asgard. My duty." As Loki caught up, she acknowledged him with a nod upwards. "My way, naturally. All feet on the ground. That's all."

She could have continued on to nowhere in particular, but Valkyrie lingered. The view was refreshing to the eyes and it allowed to get a survey of the surrounding terra.

"How wrapped up you are in Asgard is something I'm still figuring out. You do things your own way." She shrugged, wearing a half-smile. She didn't trust Loki a fraction of the distance she could throw him right up until his dynamic entrance with The Statesman. It was unspoken, but her relationship with his sheer unpredictability was a love-hate one.

"I'm honestly not sure of that, myself." Asgard was home, but it also wasn't. He missed it when he was gone, but hardly wanted anything more than escape while he was there. "I don't want Asgard annihilated, and I'll go a fair distance for my brother's sake. On the other hand, I have no place there, which puts limits on how far I want to stick my neck out for it, most of the time." Loki waved a hand. "Asgard... varies."

"From moment to moment?" Valkyrie didn't know every detail of Loki's background, but she didn't have to to know that there was little point in arguing with a person's feelings.

"Much how I take you. Moment to moment."

That from moment to moment sounded like a reference, but Loki didn't recognize it. From his future, probably, and he very briefly wondered what it was referencing.

Nothing good, probably, so he let it pass on. "That's probably the best way. I'd like to think I'm not quite that erratic, but...." He shrugged. He was, at least sometimes, exactly that erratic.

"Don't worry. You are." A murder of crows flocked to the skies just out of her field of vision--disturbed by some manner of predator, likely. Thor's offer to hunt replayed in her mind. She'd have to take him up on that. Chicken was acceptable sustenance but she had her limits with it. That, and hides and animal parts made fine offerings, especially when fashioned.

"And decent company. When you so choose." Pleasantly surprising. Her blow to Loki's face was brought about by good-faith competition rather than fury. "I've not yet made a decision about your room. Show me and we'll go from there?"

"Simple enough. Do you want to walk back or let me show off?" Teleportation within a realm was... not easy, which was why he generally projected an illusion rather than physically traveling. The Inn was small enough and familiar enough by now that teleporting was as easy as it could be.

Whether Valkyrie, who seemed to know exactly what he was more clearly than most, would accept it was the only real question.

"That was a plea to show off if I've ever heard one." Valkyrie extended her hand, figuring if they could trade blows, they could bear to hold hands for a few seconds.

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