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Loki is not technically banished. This is just - giving her mother space. To think. About what to do with her wayward child. She will be called back in a few years for a more permanent decision. Midgard's nice enough, anyway, and Sigyn's coming along.
The Bifrost lights up in all its colors and -
- this might be Midgard, but it is not a part of Midgard she ever saw and not the place she was expecting to be dropped, and there is no Sigyn with her.
She holds Lævateinn ready as a glaive. Maybe her mother feared her sorcery and thought she'd best be sent somewhere deadly under the impression she was meant to survive the trip -
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purposeful_glory
"I have, and had, hundreds; you made it clear they were uninteresting to you."
purposeful_glory
"When I come back I will supply more Asgardian vocabulary words. It is the sorcery I am worried would be too much of a distraction. Be as comfortable as you can," she adds, and she turns to go.
"Did you write that down?" he asks one of the other men as she leaves. "Ask: Be as small as you can? Be as Asgardian as you can? Be as small as this house?"
purposeful_glory
Loki can't help but giggle. "I have been told to be as Asgardian as I can for, I hope, the last time," she says.
And then she turns into an invisible bird and flies away.
And then she turns into an invisible bird and flies away.
When she sees them they're in the middle of a fight.
The orcs had been hiding in the dense brush of these foothills, and waiting to attack until the weary host was in their midst; then more of them came pouring in, tens of thousands of them, and the front of the host was overwhelmed and desperately trying to back up into the middle of the host, which was desperately trying to protect the supplies and children.
The orcs had been hiding in the dense brush of these foothills, and waiting to attack until the weary host was in their midst; then more of them came pouring in, tens of thousands of them, and the front of the host was overwhelmed and desperately trying to back up into the middle of the host, which was desperately trying to protect the supplies and children.
purposeful_glory
Oh for fuck's sake.
Loki blinds and deafens every orc she can see, blobs of darkness and silence to follow their eyes and ears, and she changes midair to land Lævateinn-first in the front and scythe through the orcs.
This kills a lot of orcs.
purposeful_glory
It will keep doing that until there is no more fight. She can wield Lævateinn with enough strength to decapitate an orc even if the thing is long enough to do ten at a time, with the right shape of handle and a firm grip. She clears swaths of them, working her way outward from the host, not bending to tap but twisting to kick downed elves and see if she can get them up again.
The orcs break and run pretty quickly, either because blinded and deafened or because they can see that the enemy has manifested these powers, and the battle does not last much longer.
purposeful_glory
Loki's instinct honed over battles with frost giants, strategy lessons, long-running sparring games in the field, is to chase them -
"Don't," Findekáno says when she bounds past him, "The Enemy breeds them. Thousands are born every month. If you want to help, heal,"
purposeful_glory
Right. She can do that, now, like she should always have been able.
She snarls at the departing orcs but turns and shrinks her weapon and runs for the wounded to dance from body to body.
She snarls at the departing orcs but turns and shrinks her weapon and runs for the wounded to dance from body to body.
They're new to battle, but excellent at logistics. He has a count of the fallen (very few; it takes a great deal to kill an Elf outright, and the fight didn't last long) and of the wounded, has the enemy cleared off the path, and has the host moving forward again by the time she is done.
purposeful_glory
She falls into step with him when everyone is healed or past it.
"Thank you. Again. We'd have won, but that was a hell of a lot faster. And if word gets around, perhaps we can make it through the mountains fearing only natural disasters."
purposeful_glory
"Your opinion on whether they should go blind and deaf indefinitely or recover their senses?"
He raises an eyebrow. "I assume Melkor or the other orcs will kill them if they can't function. So I suppose it's an efficient way to take out a lot more of them, although a bit ...slower than I'd like."
purposeful_glory
"Well, I doubt I can speed it up by giving them their sight and hearing back."
He nods. "I don't think I'd realized until a moment ago that you could kill every single one of us if you wanted to."
"Yes, obviously. But your world has a lot of Asgardians, and an unknown mechanism by which any of them can be thrown into ours."
purposeful_glory
"Well, for one thing when I'm using sorcery I am certainly no worse than the third best warrior in the realm, possibly first, I haven't used sorcery in combat enough to be sure; and for another I think the typical Asgardian warrior would take with alacrity to being aimed at orcs instead. And for a third I doubt that if I were supposed to be banished here I should expect company or that if I were not they would use the Bifrost again before discovering its problem."
"Thank you, that is reassuring. How did your expedition to the lake go?"
purposeful_glory
"Better than I expected, although I was surprised that half of my conversation with the fellow I am presuming was Fëanor was him attempting to learn Asgardian."
"Fëanor invented our writing system, is the only Elf to speak the language of the Valar, and ran the linguistics guild until he'd managed to generate so much political drama that it collapsed under its own weight and now we have three linguistics guilds. Most of what they publish is articles about the shibboleths that have arisen among members of the linguistics guilds. I didn't share that because it seems unlikely to either kill us or save us."