I have been here... hah. In total, a month shy of two years. [So long already. How things have changed.] It is effectively a prison. We are hemmed in by a spatial discontinuity that I have not yet been able to cross. A barrier. To what end is also still a question for debate.
This is an odd realm. Death is generally an impermanent inconvenience. Time passes differently here than it does in our home universes.
[He waves a hand in the general direction of his bookshelves. Which true to form take up most of the space on the walls and are stuffed to bursting with books and papers, organized in a way that only Loki seems to understand.
The rest of the ground floor, it should be noted, is decorated simply. Natural wood, comfortable furniture, a few plants here and there. The dining table is visible for once; Loki hasn't been able to work in his normal way since losing his sight. Not being able to read one's own notes is very annoying indeed. The kitchen is visible through a doorway and very neat and organized. Perhaps unusually so for someone like Loki. The influence of another person, perhaps. Which might also explain the paperback novel sitting on the coffee table.
Oh, and there's a black cat. She emerges from a door only slightly ajar, opposite the kitchen, and makes her way over to the three people. After brushing by Loki's legs, she pauses to sniff cautiously at Frigga's feet.]
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This is an odd realm. Death is generally an impermanent inconvenience. Time passes differently here than it does in our home universes.
[He waves a hand in the general direction of his bookshelves. Which true to form take up most of the space on the walls and are stuffed to bursting with books and papers, organized in a way that only Loki seems to understand.
The rest of the ground floor, it should be noted, is decorated simply. Natural wood, comfortable furniture, a few plants here and there. The dining table is visible for once; Loki hasn't been able to work in his normal way since losing his sight. Not being able to read one's own notes is very annoying indeed. The kitchen is visible through a doorway and very neat and organized. Perhaps unusually so for someone like Loki. The influence of another person, perhaps. Which might also explain the paperback novel sitting on the coffee table.
Oh, and there's a black cat. She emerges from a door only slightly ajar, opposite the kitchen, and makes her way over to the three people. After brushing by Loki's legs, she pauses to sniff cautiously at Frigga's feet.]