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treachery[ Where the seeress Gullveig, thrice-burned by Odin's flame and thrice-reborn by Vanir seiðr, first infiltrated the Æsir borders and precipitated the Æsir-Vanir War, a great golden statue now resides. Protected by Æsir and Vanir spellwork alike, it stands eternal vigil before the ancient defensive walls, proud and untouched by time.
As a child, Loki had been drawn to the statue. Not only did his teachers and his peers alike treat the memory of Gullveig with both revulsion and respect (a duality to which Loki had been acclimating, even then), the site itself is girdled with spells cast by the finest magicians of the realms. He had spent hours testing the potency of his seiðr against the magics protecting Gullveig's statue from harm.
The night that Thor had received Mjölnir, Loki succeeded in blasting the statue to pieces. He'd been punished severely for it; even so, Loki had taken a disproportionate amount of pride in the destruction.
Time has passed, the statue has been reconstructed, but Loki continues to haunt the clearing about the statue. This morn, he stews in a dark mood. Sif's shorn hair has been scattered to the winds over Ægir's seas, only a thin plait of it left amongst his spell-things, and yet his mind will not quiet. The sun has already risen into the sky; by now, the silver shears left at Sif's bedside must have been identified as Loki's. Thor will be looking for him, perhaps flanked by the Warriors Three and the Lady herself. Or perhaps she will choose to come alone to defend her lost honor, per the mandate of her defiant self-reliance.
And she will find him here, as all of Asgard knows of Loki's fondness for this spot.
It would require only a thought to disappear from Heimdall's sight into the magewoods of Álfheim or the caves of Svartálfaheim for a time, and yet Loki remains as he is. He cannot stand victorious over Thor nor Sif if it devolves to blows, but the Silvertongue has ever yet been more than the sum of his flesh and blood and bones.
The sun climbs higher in the sky. Loki stands at Gullveig's feet, his shadow indiscernible from hers. ]
As a child, Loki had been drawn to the statue. Not only did his teachers and his peers alike treat the memory of Gullveig with both revulsion and respect (a duality to which Loki had been acclimating, even then), the site itself is girdled with spells cast by the finest magicians of the realms. He had spent hours testing the potency of his seiðr against the magics protecting Gullveig's statue from harm.
The night that Thor had received Mjölnir, Loki succeeded in blasting the statue to pieces. He'd been punished severely for it; even so, Loki had taken a disproportionate amount of pride in the destruction.
Time has passed, the statue has been reconstructed, but Loki continues to haunt the clearing about the statue. This morn, he stews in a dark mood. Sif's shorn hair has been scattered to the winds over Ægir's seas, only a thin plait of it left amongst his spell-things, and yet his mind will not quiet. The sun has already risen into the sky; by now, the silver shears left at Sif's bedside must have been identified as Loki's. Thor will be looking for him, perhaps flanked by the Warriors Three and the Lady herself. Or perhaps she will choose to come alone to defend her lost honor, per the mandate of her defiant self-reliance.
And she will find him here, as all of Asgard knows of Loki's fondness for this spot.
It would require only a thought to disappear from Heimdall's sight into the magewoods of Álfheim or the caves of Svartálfaheim for a time, and yet Loki remains as he is. He cannot stand victorious over Thor nor Sif if it devolves to blows, but the Silvertongue has ever yet been more than the sum of his flesh and blood and bones.
The sun climbs higher in the sky. Loki stands at Gullveig's feet, his shadow indiscernible from hers. ]
