bearmaidenfair: (resting bitchface)
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The dormitory was beset with trolls. And they were expected to live here like they all weren't likely to die at any moment. Vider couldn't believe they could be so careless here. She certainly couldn't fix this all on her own--they were probably catwights, by the size of them, and those were notoriously insidious. Great Mountain Trolls, you could call in the army for. Catwights could hide and get into places humans couldn't follow. It wasn't uncommon to just abandon buildings to them and mark them with a rune to warn others off, like the den she'd spent a night in while traveling with Soren and Baldur. So no, she couldn't fix it, but she could take what precautions she could.

She hadn't been able to find proper mead in the stores in town, but she'd bought some kind of wine made from grapes and a box of granola bars, and now she was back in her room, standing on the desk chair to unscrew the cover of the air vent in the ceiling. Then she climbed down from her chair and uncorked the wine, pouring a measure into a shallow bowl she'd 'liberated' from the common room, and unwrapped one of the granola bars before climbing back up with her offerings and carefully placing them inside the duct. "Little trollkin," she called into the vent, "I, Vider Bearskin, greet you, and bring you grape wine and cakes of fruit and nuts. I will be pleased to continue to do so, if it please you, once a week. In exchange I ask that you leave those who dwell in this room in peace." She couldn't afford enough wine to negotiate for the entire dorm, but it was common decency to try to cover Scott, too. He probably didn't want to be eaten in his sleep any more than she did.

At least she didn't sleep much these days, anyway.

She thought she heard skittering. She reminded herself not to be afraid, that she was strong now and no tiny troll was going to hurt her. "I hope you will accept my offering," she said, a little more quickly, "and this arrangement." Then she quickly shut the vent cover back and got the screws back in, tightening them securely. She'd rather have to work hard next week to get it open than just let the trolls on in.

That should do it. She hoped.

((Open door, open post!))

Date: 2013-09-08 01:20 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (ears perked)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
Loki had to pause at that. "Were they green with great pointy ears?"

Date: 2013-09-08 01:24 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (...seriously?)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"Those would be gremlins," Loki replied. "Though they are even more annoying than trolls. Their bite will cause you to believe you are someone else for a short period of time."

Date: 2013-09-08 01:31 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (about to lie to you)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"They are relatively harmless if left be," Loki assured her. "Native to this island, I gather."

Date: 2013-09-08 01:36 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (...seriously?)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
Loki gave her a look that was both sympathetic and patronizing. "You are new."

Date: 2013-09-08 01:40 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (hee)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"It takes time to accept the, ah, peculiarities of the island."

Date: 2013-09-08 01:48 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (about to lie to you)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"The Odinson does as he pleases," Loki replied dismissively. "And you are in a strange land. If you wish to remain on guard at all times, that is your choice."

Date: 2013-09-08 01:59 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (...seriously?)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
Loki shrugged.

"I am glad my brother is here. I have managed to show him many wonders of Midgard. Such as DDR."


Date: 2013-09-08 02:09 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (I'm a clever one)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"He is not truly my brother," he amended. "His Loki is imprisoned, I gather. And my Thor assists the Avengers."

Date: 2013-09-08 02:14 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (about to lie to you)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
You can't make him! Wait. What?

"Attending school?"

Date: 2013-09-08 02:31 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (about to lie to you)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"You have," Loki replied easily. "I simply need hear it again."

Date: 2013-09-08 02:36 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (ears perked)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"Words hold more sway over Loki Silvertongue," he tried again, keeping his tone light.
Edited Date: 2013-09-08 02:36 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-09-08 03:08 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (I'm not lying. About this. This time.)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"How sad?" Loki ventured. Because it seemed like the thing to say. "I am very sad about this."

Date: 2013-09-08 03:14 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (...seriously?)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"As was I."

This would require much observation. Ikol was going to end up stalking the poor girl.

Date: 2013-09-08 03:33 am (UTC)
abitlowkey: (eager like a puppy)
From: [personal profile] abitlowkey
"I will leave you to your devotion to the All-Father," Loki said, backing out of the room. You know, the one who wanted him dead.


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