[He thinks it's snow, at first. It's the only thing that makes sense, although his surviving the collapsing roof doesn't make any sense at all.
But it isn't cold nor heavy enough and his eyes open to near silence and blue skies. Brushing the accumulated dirt from his face and clothes, he stands and just the top of his head sticks out of the hole he's apparently been dropped in. The gravedigger stares blandly through him, as expected, and he mutters, "Oh, right, you're one of those," under his breath before dragging himself up out of the hole, ignoring her best efforts to continue to bury him.
As she walks away, he opts to roll onto his back and stare up at the sky, panting slightly from the effort. "So that's a cycle, then. Lovely."
He's just going to lay here for a while.
2. The Only Way Out
As Loki rounds yet another corner, he looks a mess. In addition to dirt and sweat streaks across his clothes and face, his hair has seen better days. He smooths it out at the sight of another person, but it does little to hide the fact that there appears to be a decent chunk cut off at the back.
He raises one hand in a wave, conveniently hiding how he lowers the other to conceal the dagger he's got in the other.
"I think I preferred when this place just kept you lost. The new gardener has very poor taste, even if their flowers' taste is excellent."
Which probably explains the impromptu haircut.
3. Scent of Death
Even days later and with his hair trimmed into something presentable, Loki looks worse for wear. His skin is paler than usual, the circles under his eyes darker and his movements slower. This morning, he's sat at a table in the dining hall, staring dubiously at a single biscuit on a plate. Despite everything about him screaming weakness and exhaustion, he's barely perched on the edge of the chair, his posture painfully straight in his attempt to touch as little as possible.
Whenever someone crosses close enough, he catches their attention and, tentatively, asks, "This probably sounds daft, but well, with how things are around here, um. This is just bread, correct?"
Loki (Variant L1130) | MCU/Loki D+
[He thinks it's snow, at first. It's the only thing that makes sense, although his surviving the collapsing roof doesn't make any sense at all.
But it isn't cold nor heavy enough and his eyes open to near silence and blue skies. Brushing the accumulated dirt from his face and clothes, he stands and just the top of his head sticks out of the hole he's apparently been dropped in. The gravedigger stares blandly through him, as expected, and he mutters, "Oh, right, you're one of those," under his breath before dragging himself up out of the hole, ignoring her best efforts to continue to bury him.
As she walks away, he opts to roll onto his back and stare up at the sky, panting slightly from the effort. "So that's a cycle, then. Lovely."
He's just going to lay here for a while.
2. The Only Way Out
As Loki rounds yet another corner, he looks a mess. In addition to dirt and sweat streaks across his clothes and face, his hair has seen better days. He smooths it out at the sight of another person, but it does little to hide the fact that there appears to be a decent chunk cut off at the back.
He raises one hand in a wave, conveniently hiding how he lowers the other to conceal the dagger he's got in the other.
"I think I preferred when this place just kept you lost. The new gardener has very poor taste, even if their flowers' taste is excellent."
Which probably explains the impromptu haircut.
3. Scent of Death
Even days later and with his hair trimmed into something presentable, Loki looks worse for wear. His skin is paler than usual, the circles under his eyes darker and his movements slower. This morning, he's sat at a table in the dining hall, staring dubiously at a single biscuit on a plate. Despite everything about him screaming weakness and exhaustion, he's barely perched on the edge of the chair, his posture painfully straight in his attempt to touch as little as possible.
Whenever someone crosses close enough, he catches their attention and, tentatively, asks, "This probably sounds daft, but well, with how things are around here, um. This is just bread, correct?"