This was not an unfamiliar setting for our would-be god of mischief. While he had never heard of this world and had no inkling of where it might lay upon the World-Ash, it all seemed familiar enough - touches of Asgard, Svartalfheim, Alfheim, and the whole Bor-forsaken place reeked of Otherworld influence. But the feast at the castle, it was rather reminiscent of Asgardian fare. With a little bit less of the drunken oafs lumbering about.
What this meant, clearly, was that Loki had gotten bored rather fast. What was he to do in such a situation? For a good ten seconds, he pondered his predicament until the realization dawned on him that he had magic. So, away from prying eyes (having ducked into some corner where one would expect to find Loki at some point of the evening), he applied his transformation magic til he was in the shape of a bipedal fox, still in his normal clothing. He conjured a sign as well, and hung it about his neck as he wandered in to rejoin the festivities. It had a simple message: What do I say? Answer and receive a prize.
Loki went to the table to serve himself a cup of wine. Now at least he had a conversation starter (of sorts).
Loki Laufeyson » Marvel 616 » Open to Either Court
This was not an unfamiliar setting for our would-be god of mischief. While he had never heard of this world and had no inkling of where it might lay upon the World-Ash, it all seemed familiar enough - touches of Asgard, Svartalfheim, Alfheim, and the whole Bor-forsaken place reeked of Otherworld influence. But the feast at the castle, it was rather reminiscent of Asgardian fare. With a little bit less of the drunken oafs lumbering about.
What this meant, clearly, was that Loki had gotten bored rather fast. What was he to do in such a situation? For a good ten seconds, he pondered his predicament until the realization dawned on him that he had magic. So, away from prying eyes (having ducked into some corner where one would expect to find Loki at some point of the evening), he applied his transformation magic til he was in the shape of a bipedal fox, still in his normal clothing. He conjured a sign as well, and hung it about his neck as he wandered in to rejoin the festivities. It had a simple message: What do I say? Answer and receive a prize.
Loki went to the table to serve himself a cup of wine. Now at least he had a conversation starter (of sorts).