Stuttering, cold and damp (for coldsong)

[amourpeint]

It was one thing to know your world had boundaries. It was only natural, a horizon only spread so far, the land only stretched to a certain point. The world the Canvas somewhat mimicked was vast to be sure, but round- one would only wind up back where they started someday. The Canvas only went as far as it's young creator cared to let it, a vast continent and wild seas, but the idea of more was a tenuous thing for a child, so it was little surprise that the bounds of his created world had more obvious barriers. Where other Painters with more experience might mask the sight with walls or mountains, curtains of rain or leaves, there was no such blinders here, just letting those who existed in the Canvas and dared draw close see the oil-slick shimmer of paint and magic that sustained their world. Verso knew better than to test the barriers, knew that the wild chaos of the chroma that swirled there would simply unmake anyone or anything unfortunate enough to try and pass into the maelstrom.

Not that he could try it himself. Aline had wanted her painted family protected, which meant immortality, which meant that he was all the more restricted from so much as touching the edges of the world.

Given her meticulous skill and control, it was a testament to the impact grief had on her that the same care didn't seem to have been taken in the Monolith itself. At least none of the others had been there. He'd come back on his own, not sure what he'd been looking for. And without the Paintress to sustain it, the edifice had become all the more unstable, paths and bridges that had once been stable and safe to traverse suddenly treacherous. Feeling the stone crumble under his boots, unable to catch an edge, Verso expected a rather unpleasant tumble and an even more unpleasant landing. Here was hoping he could recover before Monoco came looking for him. He'd never hear the end of it.

And yet... the fall continued. The world around him went dark, and he felt something wrong as he tumbled through the void. It was a lucky thing that he didn't feel like he was falling any faster, in fact the rate seemed almost gentle, which meant when he was suddenly blinded by the sudden wash of sunlight, and hit what seemed to be smooth bright stone paths in an absolutely graceless sprawl, it wasn't nearly as messy or traumatizing for anyone who happened to see it happen.

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[coldsong]

All in all, the Palace should theoretically be the safer place, but Loki knows his father, and meeting Odin right off the bat after landing in a strange realm is a terrible thing to inflict on an unassuming Midgardian. No, he'll try to reassure him a little first, and sound him out.

"I've been a bird," Loki says thoughtfully. "It's a lot more work than it looks like it is. I'm always starving after a flight; it's no wonder ravens are so eager to go right for the eyeballs when they find carrion. Quick and easy to swallow."

...ew?

Despite the grim conversation, he is making his own subtle observations of Verso's body language. He's calm, ridiculously calm for someone who's in a strange world and at the mercy of his hosts. He seems very alert, though.

"Follow me," he says, beckoning the man with him, and nods in answer to his question. "It's a tavern. Upscale, I'm afraid; I can't take you to any of the fun ones at this hour of the day." Not to mention, they're in rougher parts of town, inasmuch as any part of Asgard can be rough.

"Oh, and do me a favor and don't try to run off. I'm sure people already think you're some sort of prank I'm pulling, I'd rather not get blamed for things I didn't do."

[amourpeint]

If there was one thing Verso knew how to do? It was pretend at calm. Perhaps partly genuine- one lost a lot of fear of the unknown when they're unable to die, after all. And given he was, at the most basic, a pivitol part of a goddess' crashout, being at the mercy of powerful people was not nearly the harrowing thing it could be to anyone else.

"You're a shapeshifter then?" That was curious- Verso only knew one back home with that skill, and Loki didn't appear to be carrying around a foot collection so... a different mechanic? It also hinted that this man had power beyond the political, a quiet reminder to watch his ass. That didn't stop the subtle shift in posture, a pique of interest in the idea. "You're likely right, though I'll be keeping distance should you take that particular shape. I'd rather keep my eyes in good shape you understand."

He has no issue in the moment with following Loki's lead, falling in at his side, head tilted slightly so he could both listen to Loki, and keep an eye on where they were going. Both from the practicalities of a new place and... he was curious. It had been so long since he'd seen anything new. The comment on the fun sort of taverns earned a low chuckle from him.

"At this time of day, that sort of place is a bit more depressing than entertaining if we're being fair." And they tended to be busier, rowdier than the nicer places. Which... would be a bit much. Verso already felt that faint unease settling in at the general bustle of the city, the amount of people he could see around. After Lumiere, and then so long in smaller groups, then alone? Quiet midday bustle was already a lot, that sort of evening crowd? Overwhelming.

"Well, I don't know where there is to run off to yet, and I'd rather take credit for my own mischief if I'm of a mind, never fear."

[coldsong]

Please don't suggest a foot collection to him, Verso, he'll think it's hilarious, and Asgard isn't ready for Loki to start stealing toes.

"Oh, I don't do ravens, don't worry." He smiles charmingly. "My preference is a Siberian jay. They're disarmingly cute."

He glances sideways at Verso's reassurance, as if checking to see whether he means it. He seems satisfied by whatever he sees. "Good. I have a reputation to maintain. It's a bad reputation, but it's mine and I cultivated it carefully."

"For the record, you're in the realm of Asgard. Above you, the golden towers are the palace of Valaskjálf, where Odin All-Father sits and attends to protection of the Nine Realms. Including, theoretically, the Earth, but he tends to leave that one to itself more often than not, of late."

[amourpeint]

That really isn't going to dissuade him. Given one of his best friends is Monoco it's hardly a surprise that his sense of humor can be a bit... warped sometimes.

"If you want to get away with things, a cute face helps, and jays are good at that."

That comment about his reputation has Verso appraising Loki in kind, a wry sort of smile on his face. The phrasing seems... deliberate, whether Loki realizes it or not. It's mine. Verso can understand that sentiment. "Well, you might wind up guilty by association on occasion, but that's hardly my fault."

And he wanted information? Well he was getting some. He knew he was somewhere else, but... well to be fair he had no idea where else he might be. He knew of the world beyond the Canvas simply by virtue of being told, as well as the memories of the original Verso he held. But he didn't recall anything like... Asgard being real. Myth to be sure, but Loki wasn't talking about tales and stories. Verso's brow knit subtly as he thought rapidly through the problem. He was no Painter, but he had the memories of one. However... nothing he knew matched this. Unless he'd somehow slipped from one Canvas to another?

Unlikely. Theirs had been kept in the workroom, and no one other than the Dessendre family painted there. And none of their styles quite matched the grand gleam of the towers and city.

He needed to find out more. Maybe Odin knew the truth of things. Maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever the case he shook himself from his considerations with a faint hum.

"Of late? Any particular reason, or just enough on his plate without our nonsense atop it?" He was clearly not from around here, might as well lay claim to citizenship of Earth. It was... well, at least he knew enough about it to not sound completely nuts.

[coldsong]

Loki laughs out loud. "I might end up guilty by association? No one's ever said that to me before. Normally it's the other way around."

Clearly these two are going to be great friends, to everyone else's detriment.

He sobers a little at the talk of Odin and of Midgard, though. Not quite sad, but pensive and maybe a little wistful. "Humanity outgrew us, I think. Or they're in the process of doing so. They needed gods once, but now they really only need us to fend off some of the more violent inhabitants of the universe around us."

[amourpeint]

"Well if you're going to lay that on me, you've got to give me at least a little time to build up my own reputation to fall back on if anyone's going to be looking at me side eye for your shenanigans. It's only polite."

As if falling from the sky for no reason didn't jumpstart that sort of thing. Definitely not the weirdest thing to happen to him, and he'd come out fine before, nothing said he couldn't come out of this smelling like roses too!

It was a strange thought, gods and men, but framing it in what Verso knew...

"Just because they don't need you in the same way as they did before doesn't mean they don't need you in other ways. Or just want you around. Like... oh, children. They grow up eventually, and their relationship with their parents changes, but typically they still want that relationship, whatever it becomes."

It was a conversation he recalled from memories not his own, Painters discussing the nature of their Canvas worlds and those within them, the morality of how to interact with them, if one should at all. It wasn't quite the same, but the broad strokes he thought fit somewhat.

[coldsong]

Loki listens to the advice with mixed feelings, brows creased, because his own relationship with his parents is...awkward. Every interaction with Odin feels more stilted than the last, and he cannot figure out what he's doing so wrong. Still, what Verso says has some merit.

"Mm. Maybe so. Sometimes, though, I think we need humanity more than humanity needs us." What's a god without someone to believe in them, after all? Just someone with some magical power and an inflated ego, that's what.

"But I shouldn't be telling you that, surely, seeing as you're human." There's a glimmer of humor.

[amourpeint]

If anyone could relate to that, it would be Verso. He's the king of Complicated Family Dynamics back home after all. But he's sure as not going to bring that up here unless forced. No, he'd rather just be Verso, random human of Earth than Verso Dessendre at the moment.

"I promise not to tell," He replied in what could be taken as a grave tone, if not for the curve of lips to a faint smile, a hand held up with a pinky extended. "I'll even pinky swear."

[coldsong]

Loki's smile in return is coy and utterly charming. He links pinkies with him, clasps gently, and then uses that hold to tug his hand a little closer and bows slightly, kissing the back with playful gallantry. "I'm holding you to that promise."

The tavern, it turns out, is very quiet this time of day. They're the only two patrons when they enter, and the staff recognizes Loki at once. Like the guardsmen outside, they seem a little wary of him, except that in this case one of the barmaids gives him a little smile and brings them a tray of pastries without asking. She gets a generous tip for her trouble, and Verso gets a cardamom bun shoved insistently into his hand. You will eat this and you will like it.

[amourpeint]

Verso can't help the lift of his brows at that playful response, but it appears to be more out of amusement than any offense. "Something tells me you're going to get me into trouble. Just try and make sure it's the entertaining sort, yes?"

He's more than relieved that the tavern is so quiet. Notices the air of the staff around Loki, but given his playful banter about his reputation, that tracks. That the barmaid seems pleased to see him also tracks for the charm he seems to be about stuffed to the gills with. But if one is going to be a troublemaker, being charming is just sensible. Whatever the case, Verso smiles and thanks the barmaid, blinking as he's suddenly in possession of a pastry. Not that it takes more than a single internal shrug before he's giving it a try, with a pleased hum at the flavor.

"You'll have a time getting rid of me if all the food here's this good you know."

[coldsong]

"I always try to make my trouble entertaining," Loki says reassuringly.

In point of fact, the tavern staff know Loki mostly by reputation, but that one barmaid has waited on him before. Whatever else he may be, Loki is a prince, and a prince must serve as an example by being generous to the people who serve and interact with him.

"Those are my favorite," he says of the cardamom bun. "Followed closely by the krumkake you can get from street vendors on holidays. The cheaper the vendor, the better. Don't ask me why it works that way."

He sighs and smiles weakly. "Unfortunately, my father will probably insist you be returned to Midgard, but I'll be sure to feed you while you're here."

[amourpeint]

Not all those in power went by setting an example like that. It definitely eased Verso's concerns somewhat. He doubted Loki would mean him actual harm- getting caught up in mischief certainly didn't count though.

"Some special magic only known amongst the street vendors I'd say," Verso mused, with a tilt of his head. "You only get it when you swear allegiance to their shadowy cabal."

The news he was likely to be sent 'home'... It could have been worse, honestly. Verso could likely get by just fine with a little adjustment period, not that Loki here needed to know that. He offered a sympathetic smile in response to that weaker sort of grin. "Not one for Paris then?" At least he had the original Verso's memories to tell him the differences between the Canvas' Lumiere, and Earth's Paris. "There's plenty of boulangerie I can introduce you to there."

[coldsong]

Loki commits far less intentional harm than many would have you believe, although chaos certainly tails him wherever he goes. At the moment, Verso is benefitting from both his curiosity and a vague sense of xenia. This is a guest in his realm, and Loki will treat him with hospitality as befitting his own role and station.

He laughs at the suggestion of a shadowy street vendor cabal and nods his agreement. "All too plausible."

"Ostensibly I'm not allowed to go to Midgard unless I'm sent there on a mission," he says, although something in his expression suggests he both resents that 'allowed' and does his best to circumvent it whenever possible. "The last time I was in Paris was...1816, I think? Post-Napoleon"

[amourpeint]

"That long, hm?" Verso took another bite of his bun, thoughtful a long moment as he chewed and swallowed.

"Well. If you're of a mind to see me off properly, we can probably set up a situation where it would surely be a kindness for you to accompany me, at least long enough to see me safely settled a few hours at the very least," He tilted his head, with a wry smile because he understands chafing at the idea of having to get permission for such things, but also was not mad at the idea of getting around it. "It means we can't argue Odin's oh so practical solution of sending me home, but by virtue of being the first to find and assist me, and my clear unease around the others would make it just as practical for you to be the one to make sure I got safely back to Paris."

Obviously it depended on Odin either not clocking, or more accurately, not concerning himself with what mischief Loki might be up to in the process, but if it was framed right, and Loki seemed just put out enough by the idea, it might work out.

"That it might take a few hours at the least for us to get me safely to my home wouldn't be so strange- it's a large city after all."

[coldsong]

"Well, congratulations, you're the most interesting event I've encountered in a while. I haven't forgotten how peculiar it is that you just fell out of the sky, either. I did think it would be polite to let you acclimate before asking you impertinent questions, though." And it's possible Odin's attitude towards the mystery will be who cares, send him home and patch up the hole.

He smiles then, and it makes him look just a bit younger than before, the prospect of a small adventure. "Are you offering me a tour? Careful, I'm starting to like you."

[amourpeint]

And even if Odin was interested in the mystery, it was highly unlikely he would be inviting Loki into his thoughts and investigations, not as chaotic as he seemed to be. The air Verso was picking up on reminded him of his interactions with his own father in some ways, for all little had been said. It was there if one was familiar, in the tone and unspoken comments.

"Honestly, I'm not sure how useful any answers I had would be, though you're welcome to ask them." He shrugged lightly with a smile that was almost apologetic. Even sharing his whole sordid tale wouldn't answer many questions, so the story he'd stick with for now would certainly offer little and less detail.

His smile did ease, widen a bit in the face of Loki's clear interest, as he dusted his fingers of crumbs. "A small enough repayment for your consideration, wouldn't you agree?"

Leaning to catch another sweet between fingers, lifting it lightly in a playful sort of salute as he settled back again. "And for the delicious pastries."

[coldsong]

Loki has immense respect for Odin (for now), but signs point to that not being mutual. It troubles him, because he's used to being able to figure people out. Used to being able to cold read them well enough to know what they want and expect from him, at least. With Odin, it's impossible to tell.

"Do you use magic, yourself?" He doesn't think so, based on the sense he has so far, but then magic means different things to different people. "I get the impression you didn't enter this world deliberately."

Hissmile lingers, and he nods encouragement as Verso takes another pastry. There's plenty for them both.

[amourpeint]

"No magic here," He only felt a faint brush of guilt at the twist of words. Technically true enough- Pictos and Lumina were considered technology back home, after all rather than actual magic. As for proper magic well... he was no Painter for all he had the memories of one. "Just a poorly designed ramp crumbling at the worst possible moment. I can't begin to tell you how relieved I am that I landed in one piece unscathed. A little thrown by the relocation, but that I'm alive to be thrown is a treat in this case."

And if he's especially pleased when he bites into his newly pilfered treat and tastes strawberry, well he's always enjoyed them.

[coldsong]

"A poorly designed ramp over a portal to other worlds?" Loki rests his chin in his hand, elbow on the table, and looks fascinated. "I've walked between worlds since I was a child, but I've never fallen between them accidentally. There may be some sort of aetheric problem where you've come from. Tears in spacetime large enough to allow a person through aren't meant to occur very often."

His gaze goes a little distant as he thinks this over. For all that he's a mischief-maker, he's also a great big nerd and the idea of a complicated cosmic problem to solve is exciting.

"Mm, but yes, it's good that you didn't break anything. You seem exceptionally sturdy for a human."

[amourpeint]

"Well, as far as I was aware, it was a ramp across a ravine above some rather nasty waters," Verso mused, though there was part of him already mulling the puzzle over in his mind. "I'm not sure what markers might indicate the sort of... tear you're thinking of, but I'm hardly an expert."

He did notice he wasn't the only one clearly turning this little mystery over and over in their thoughts like a little jewel. Mischief often went hand in hand with curiosity, so it wasn't entirely surprising to him.

"I like to think I'm a fairly healthy example of one, but I think whatever caused the shift slowed my fall quite a bit, if we're being fair. I had far too long to consider that I'd been falling for quite longer than I should have before crashing your day."

[coldsong]

"There's something very Alice-in-Wonderland about it," Loki says with a flicker of a grin. There's that mischief again. "You didn't happen to see a white rabbit first? I suppose it's too late to warn you about eating or drinking things that might drastically alter your height."

The pastries on the table between them will do no such thing. Worst case scenario is a sugar rush. It's still a little bit funny. "I insist on being the Cheshire Cat."

[amourpeint]

"No white rabbits that I'd seen, sorry to say." He was relieved that he knew what Loki was talking about. Surely the earth here and the earth he remembered weren't so different in that case? He did however give Loki a considering once-over before nodding with an amused grin of his own. "Acceptable though, you'd make an excellent Cheshire Cat all things considered."

[coldsong]

"Oh, you have no idea."

It's not that he's been waiting for a chance to show off his abilities to you, Verso. It's just that any excuse to shapeshift is a good excuse. Loki lifts his head and stretches, both arms up for a moment, then dwindles in a shimmer of green-gold. A second later, a very fluffy smoke-grey Norwegian Forest cat hops onto the stable. Its eyes are a familiar shade of green.

[amourpeint]

Whatever Verso had been expecting? Definitely not that. Maybe he should have- a god surely had powers of the sort in all the tales he's heard after all. But it still had him blinking in startled surprise at the shimmer of magic. Definitely not how Monoco managed his transformation in that almost comical bamf of smoke like a magician pulling a trick. A child's imagining of shape changing. This was quite a bit more elegant.

And adorable, it turned out, the man's eyebrows lifting, a startled laugh slipping from him as he saw the vibrant eyes and put two and two together.

"Oh la vache!" He couldn't help but laugh, expression brightening. "Mon ami, you make quite the handsome cat!"

And since what's the point of immortality if you can't pet cute animals that may or may not maul you for your trouble, Verso will just reach to give a light rub to the top of Loki's head. If he clearly doesn't want it he'll stop but you can't take that form and not expect at least one attempt at pats.

[coldsong]

Well, that's rewarding! Very rewarding, indeed. Loki starts purring right away, though fortunately he's not grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He preens for a moment, allowing himself to be admired, and Verso is in luck. There will be no mauling. Rather, he bonks his head lightly into Verso's fingers, encouraging the petting.

"Thank you! I spend more time as a snake or a wolf, all things considered, but there's something very cozy about being a cat."