[ Norway is hardly forgetful, or so he tries to tell himself. It does not stop him from forgetting. He cannot remember when he first stepped foot on his land, or even much before he discovered his neighbors; he has lost touch with his oldest language. Stories are gone due to a dying oral tradition, and who can recall what used to be said of their old gods?
They create new stories to replace what is lost. It is hardly as warm in his mountains as it is in Denmark's flatland, but the summer this year is insufferable even as night falls. He can hardly stand to remain inside, so he hikes to reach fresh air.
In front of his face shimmer the vapors from the sun as it starts to hide behind the hills. He sighs in a sort of exasperation and steals a saying that Denmark has taken to: ] Loki must be herding goats today.
[ It might be something against reason, but there is hardly a better explanation for this onslaught of heat than Loki's wandering upon the earth. Perhaps an acknowledgement will send him away. ]
[He does not forget, but his memory is not as long. Sometimes it seems the stories they tell are older than he is, but he knows he has heard the tales change with the season and what is left is few and far between. There was a time when he was too proud to concern himself with the talk of mortals, and a time he was too wrapped up in his own machinations to care but the days seem longer now and the time less filled and there are moments he longs for a home he cannot return to (though he is loathe to admit it,) and there are moments those forgotten stories seem to add only insult to that injury.
There is safety in forgotten words, he knows this. News from the states was harder pressed to reach such remote areas and he'd less thought of being arrested as a terrorist on the spot. His name had not the weight it might have once so it is forgotten. Another villain harassing a far off land.
Of all of Migard, perhaps this was the part he should've laid claim. Pretended some kind of ancestral link norse lands where his father (what irony that both the lie and the truth were here apt) had fought. And perhaps for this moment of quiet there is a beauty he does not begrudge, and it seems as much the land of gods as that of men, seems as untouched and untainted as realms not yet ruined by the glory of progress.
He is there for a very long time, but it is easy to lose track of time in the mountains, heat or no. It's the sound of those words that pulls him from his meditation, and his lips curl into a smirk in spite of himself at the expression. There was some power in recognition, some mirth to be hand in the idea of an old believer. Whether he believed or not was not the point - the language was a legacy.]
Goats? I would scarce deign that the trickster god could be roped into such boring work.
[ Norway hardly moves to acknowledge the other presence. It is not strange to find hikers about, rather it is strange that there are not more. Perhaps air conditioners trap them indoors now; a shame that they would miss this sunset. At the very least, he can find respect for a stranger who is out. ]
What else can he do when he's run out by the rest of 'em? [ That is how it's always been, if he recalls. Loki is chased out of most halls and unwelcome, so where else would he go? Why he herds goats, there are some explanations. Most just acknowledge his presence in the air. ]
You think he prefers milking cows? [ That is, would he stay invisible in the air as the newer generations think, or find physical form on the earth as was so common centuries ago. ]
[It's a quick, dismissive answer though the hint of amusement remains despite the reminder of the way it's "always been." Maybe it would have phased him in a different context but the current renders it harmless enough and there's something about this stranger that he finds easy enough to continue talking to.]
Besides that would almost make it sound as if he'd do something useful!
[For so, too, the tales had told stories of his relative uselessness, as well as reasons for which he was not so beloved as the others. Why pray to a God who can offer so little?]
[ He turns at that to catch sight of the stranger. There is something that has caught his interest. It is rare that people will discuss the former gods--myths now. Mention them in passing, yes, a way of connection to the past; never a discussion because what does it matter? ]
Depends on who it's useful for. He's clever enough for his own sake. So he's gotta have a reason for coming around, don't he?
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kongeriket2014-01-19 10:05 pm
no you've ruined everything
They create new stories to replace what is lost. It is hardly as warm in his mountains as it is in Denmark's flatland, but the summer this year is insufferable even as night falls. He can hardly stand to remain inside, so he hikes to reach fresh air.
In front of his face shimmer the vapors from the sun as it starts to hide behind the hills. He sighs in a sort of exasperation and steals a saying that Denmark has taken to: ] Loki must be herding goats today.
[ It might be something against reason, but there is hardly a better explanation for this onslaught of heat than Loki's wandering upon the earth. Perhaps an acknowledgement will send him away. ]
oh good im doing my job
There is safety in forgotten words, he knows this. News from the states was harder pressed to reach such remote areas and he'd less thought of being arrested as a terrorist on the spot. His name had not the weight it might have once so it is forgotten. Another villain harassing a far off land.
Of all of Migard, perhaps this was the part he should've laid claim. Pretended some kind of ancestral link norse lands where his father (what irony that both the lie and the truth were here apt) had fought. And perhaps for this moment of quiet there is a beauty he does not begrudge, and it seems as much the land of gods as that of men, seems as untouched and untainted as realms not yet ruined by the glory of progress.
He is there for a very long time, but it is easy to lose track of time in the mountains, heat or no. It's the sound of those words that pulls him from his meditation, and his lips curl into a smirk in spite of himself at the expression. There was some power in recognition, some mirth to be hand in the idea of an old believer. Whether he believed or not was not the point - the language was a legacy.]
Goats? I would scarce deign that the trickster god could be roped into such boring work.
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What else can he do when he's run out by the rest of 'em? [ That is how it's always been, if he recalls. Loki is chased out of most halls and unwelcome, so where else would he go? Why he herds goats, there are some explanations. Most just acknowledge his presence in the air. ]
You think he prefers milking cows? [ That is, would he stay invisible in the air as the newer generations think, or find physical form on the earth as was so common centuries ago. ]
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[It's a quick, dismissive answer though the hint of amusement remains despite the reminder of the way it's "always been." Maybe it would have phased him in a different context but the current renders it harmless enough and there's something about this stranger that he finds easy enough to continue talking to.]
Besides that would almost make it sound as if he'd do something useful!
[For so, too, the tales had told stories of his relative uselessness, as well as reasons for which he was not so beloved as the others. Why pray to a God who can offer so little?]
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Depends on who it's useful for. He's clever enough for his own sake. So he's gotta have a reason for coming around, don't he?
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