riverviewlogs | [ open ] you are boundless in beauty, with fright in your face

who: Loki + You
what: TDM + Monthly Prompts
when: The month of February
where: All over Riverview
warnings: Will add if ratings change

[ i. Crystal caves ]

[ Of course, the minute Loki heard about the crystal caves, he was there. But he picked a time late at night when visitors had trickled down to nothing and he couldn’t be interrupted. With a small knapsack, Loki collects a few shards and geodes of crystals, turning them over in his hands with a secret grin. He holds one or two up, reaching out with his magic and watching them glow with the faintest traces of glee. After a while, he tidies them up and rests his back against a large oddly cut prism as he watches the lights cast threads of colour over the ceiling.

Loki would have go home eventually. Back to his empty apartment. Every time he thought about it, he hated it more and more. When did being alone become so hard? His eyes droop slightly, letting the strange light-magic of the caves wash over him. ]

[ ii. Dream-sharing ]

[ Loki’s dreams are chaotic things by nature. To reflect his own, obviously. He’s had happy, vainful dreams. Draped in royal colours, amidst the crowds calling his name. Bowing, reveling in his presence. The king. Other times, the dreams are dark and cold, covered in the dust of hollow moons and the strangeness of monsters, alien fingers brushing against his temple. Cold, always cold. Loki manufactures the sensation for his dreams. This time, the dream is simple. Straightforward. There is a crater on the ground and in the center, stands Mjolnir. Loki merely stands beside it, his hands clenched at his sides.

He does not reach for it. ]

[ iii. Clearing the Air ]

[ Once the mist made contact, Loki fled. He has always been a mass of seething resentments and bottled up anger issues and the mist had conflated them in his mind, making him see red everywhere. And Loki, who has quite the temper already could also foresee the danger of being in a city full of people when all he wanted to do was lash out at everyone closest to him. Minor infractions felt like grievous wounds and well . . . Loki generally treated those with a reverence that was probably bad for his mental health to begin with.

( they’re not all imagined slights, they’re not, they’re not, they’re not )

So he finds himself a fair distance away from Riverview, closer to the Abandoned City. Empty. Alone. And he sends out a jet of magic towards the trees, watching them crunch and collapse, splinters flying everywhere. This would be easier, better with someone to fight against, to expend that kind of energy, but the danger of losing control was too great. Pursing his lips, he sends another wave, watching it rip apart more of the forest when he hears approaching footsteps. The red haze fills his gaze. ]

You had best leave. Promptly.

[ v. Wildcard ]

[ Loki can be found at Gramarye, checking out the various stalls for the festival and even sitting down besides a bonfire, deep in thought. If you have a scenario in mind, you’re welcome to PM me or ping me at

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Yes.

(She's actually quite relieved that he has mixed feelings about it. It's a complicated subject that she's been thinking about a lot lately.)

I want to go, and I don't. It doesn't make a lot of sense.

It is the paradox all creatures like ourselves face when we linger. This cannot be home, but it feels close enough that we can't dismiss it entirely. A place that allows freedom but has a sense of otherness to it.

Exactly.

(She rolls her eyes, and looks up at him.) It's very dramatic, and sad; I haven't been keeping myself busy enough.

Adding a little flair to life gives it flavor.

[ Even the depressing stuff. Why not make it bold? Loki, after all, has lived his life that way. So did the rest of Asgard. ]

Why not be the author of your own story, telling it how you choose?

(Lucretia snorts with unexpected laughter. Oh, if only he knew how closely she's been following that sentiment as of late.)

I think I've had enough of that for now, but thank you for the advice.

[ Probably best if he doesn't. But he gives a little flourish to his nod. ]

You're welcome.

(She actually grins at his little flourish, because it reminds her of his close friendship with Taako.)

You know, I came down here angling to be alone but I appreciate the company.

[ His expression softens minutely. ]

Does that happen often?

Wanting to be alone or appreciating your company?

(All jokes aside she knows what he meant.) No, not often. I've just had a lot on my mind lately, that's all.

Anything in particular?

No, not really.

(This isn't entirely truthful, but she doesn't want to get into specifics with Loki. The trust isn't there, not yet.)

Just stuff. I'll get over it.

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No doubt. We can all do that.

[ To some degree. The splinters lodge themselves deeply. ]

In time, perhaps.

(Lucretia sighs, and automatically pats herself down for something... and comes up empty handed. She can't help but make a face.)

I forgot my journal.

(She pulls her phone out of her jacket pocket very long-sufferingly and takes a picture of the crystal she's been playing with.)

Your journal?

[ Come to think of it, he has always seen her with a book in hand. ]

Yes, I wanted to take some notes on this cave...

(At least there's a notepad function on the phone she can use instead.)

It's a shame it's so dim in here. I know it better serves the beauty of the crystals, but painting anything in here would be a nightmare.

What do you record in this journal?

A bit of everything. I always record maps, weather patterns, local flora and fauna and notes about culture, the people that I meet. I didn't use to bother with any uranography but somebody back home got me into it so...

(She shrugs.)

[ What a nerd. His lips quirk. ]

That seems like a lot for one book. I assume it's spelled?

Nope. I write small, and split up my findings between books. I used to chronicle for the mission I was on with Taako and the others. By the end of the century, my room was filled with journals.

(She tried to keep it to one book per cycle. It was easy to go over the limit in some places, but in others she died early on or was too busy to write, so it balanced out over the years.)

Mine used to be the same.

[ His expression shuttered. It's all gone now. ]

(She nods, solemn.)

I'm sorry.

[ Loki shrugs. ]

Asgard seemed to be on borrowed time. Whether I realized it or not.

It's a startling realisation to have to make.

(She feels for him.) How are you doing?

Coping. It has only been a few months, but at the very least, I'm not drinking myself into a stupor.

That's good.

(She's not where they're at in terms of offering comfort, but she's close enough to reach out and put a hand on his shoulder, give it a little squeeze, so. She does that.)

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