𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄 ━ loki laufeyson¹·¹

5│SNAKE IN THE GRASS

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❛ ᴇᴛᴏɪʟᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ sɴᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀss ꒱


❝ YOU MUST PROTECT HER
BY ANY MEANS POSSIBLE ❞

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A L F H E I M

Loki was gone for longer than Eleanora had expected him to be. For someone so concerned about the Star 'escaping,' he was surprisingly willing to leave her alone. Perhaps he trusted his magic chain a bit too much. Still, she was grateful for the reprieve from seeing his annoyingly stupid, beautiful, perfect face. It wasn't fair that someone so good-looking could be such an ass. She wondered if her dream boy had always had such an attitude or if he'd developed it as a result of growing up. (From what she'd seen, it was the latter.)

The tree bark pressed roughly against her back and dug against her spine uncomfortably. The leaves were damp underneath her dress and soaked into the fabric, leaving her chilled even with the fire. Beyond the light provided by the flame, the forest was dark and full of shadows. She shivered a little, unnerved by the movement of the leaves in the trees. Although she had been in the forest hundreds of times, she had never experienced it after the sun had set; it seemed like a much more foreboding place now.

Eleanora couldn't even hear where Loki had gone. The flames flickered in the firepit, making the shadows shift and change around her. The rustling seemed to come from all around her now, not just from the place where the god had vanished. He would play a trick on me, she thought miserably. He'd think it was hilarious to make me think that some large animal was about to eat me, then spring out and scare me.

Steeling herself, the blonde called out in a slightly trembling voice, "Loki? Who's there? Loki, is that you? It's not funny. Loki?"

The sounds grew louder all around her, making her tense at the lack of response. A branch cracked somewhere in front of her. She turned sharply towards the sound, squinting into the darkness.

Her unease was for naught; a burly, four-legged animal trotted out from between two bushes and was hardly a threat at all. While the boar did look menacing with its long front tusks, it wasn't charging at her, so she wasn't nearly as scared of it as she'd expected to be. As it neared, she saw that it looked different from the other wild boars on Alfheim. Instead of a dull brown coat, its bristles were a pure golden color. It seemed to shimmer in the night, like a small sun. No wonder it was drawn to her, she thought. Light-beings could probably sense each other, especially those in distress.

The boar paused before her to sniff at her clothes. Its attention went to the chain around her wrist and Eleanora could have sworn she saw a flicker of anger in its eyes— though not directed at her. One of its tusks gently touched the chain, which disappeared in seconds due to its own magic. She laughed— quietly— with relief and stood shakily, holding onto the tree for support. The boar nudged its head against her to help her climb onto its back. 

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V A N A H E I M

Night had fallen in Vanaheim as well. Herja stood on the open, rugged plains and surveyed them with an expression of such offence that it would have seemed like they had insulted her personally. The cart drawn by her two goats waited a few feet away, but otherwise the field was empty. Irritated, she lifted her left hand and rubbed the ruby ring on her pointer finger furiously. Her image appeared back on Asgard in front of her two sisters.