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Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson ([personal profile] coldsong) wrote in [personal profile] pirateangelbaby 2019-05-05 06:01 pm (UTC)

Loki's ice-green eyes snap to Prometheus' face at that tone, and there's a blend of irritation and indignation that crosses his face, a flash of you're not my REAL dad. It softens after a few seconds, though, because taking things the wrong way simply isn't an option in the midst of a crisis, and Loki knows it. "I think everything happens in accordance with the story the Norns are composing," he says. "That is such faith as I have, and it affords me no comfort right now. But you're right. Now is the time for practical considerations."

"Some...may have found a home already," he says quietly. It's an emotional impulse he's feeling, and he needs time to analyze it rationally, but there's a reason he's gathering the worst-off, along with the healer's apprentice and the mother and infant. They're his, at least for now.

"Money should not be an issue, no." Anything Loki can't buy with what he's got, he can barter, bully, or steal. But if Prometheus has honest means and offers them freely, that's probably better.

"Rindr," he says. "She's older, and caring for her three nephews. One of them, Elgr, is nearly 90, and he's a big help. Take her, if she will go--and I'm sure she will not refuse--and perhaps bring them along."

"I will begin taking groups to the closest hostel. If better places can be found for them, so much the better, but I don't like leaving them in the middle of the Nexus, either."

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