Thor, too, Loki knows, would approve of Prometheus caring for their people. He has proven a good friend; invaluable. Loki still worries that sooner or later he will run afoul of him, maybe not to the point where violence occurs, but enough to test his good nature to the extreme. Even then, though, he trusts this Titan to look after the people of Asgard, and Thor.
Loki nods soberly, watching for only a moment as he goes, and then he begins dispatching his illusions to the closest hostels and inns, looking for space for the others.
As it turns out, the hostels have plenty of space; most of the residents who were there while post-Winter repairs were done on their properties are gone now, back to their own homes. Taking on a large group of children and adolescents is a tall order, but using the list Prometheus has afforded him, Loki is able to split the refugees into groups where at least one or two adults are there with the little ones, and several older children, to help out. It won't do for the long term; there will be caregiver burnout, and fast, but for the interim, it will have to hold them.
He keeps the more cohesive family units with him; they will be the easiest to settle. Some of them have already latched on to younger children and toddlers that are technically unrelated, but who need care and welcome. It's this group that will remain when Prometheus returns as well as close to a hundred others that he has not been able to settle yet. Magna and Endre are among the families, as well as some others. There seem to be no adult males in this entire group, and the women are not shieldmaidens, just homemakers and scholars and farmers. It makes sense. The most vulnerable have been dispatched to the safest place.
At least some of the elderly were meant to be with the refugees coming to the Nexus, Loki thinks with a pang in his heart. They probably insisted that the little ones escape first. But what he wouldn't give for a few Asgardian grandparents to help, here.
He looks tired when Prometheus returns, but now he's playing with illusions to entertain the children. There are glimmering green deer chasing one another through the circle of furniture, leaping weightlessly over the seated kids.
"I've gotten some of them placed," he tells Prometheus. "Can you handle this many?"
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Loki nods soberly, watching for only a moment as he goes, and then he begins dispatching his illusions to the closest hostels and inns, looking for space for the others.
As it turns out, the hostels have plenty of space; most of the residents who were there while post-Winter repairs were done on their properties are gone now, back to their own homes. Taking on a large group of children and adolescents is a tall order, but using the list Prometheus has afforded him, Loki is able to split the refugees into groups where at least one or two adults are there with the little ones, and several older children, to help out. It won't do for the long term; there will be caregiver burnout, and fast, but for the interim, it will have to hold them.
He keeps the more cohesive family units with him; they will be the easiest to settle. Some of them have already latched on to younger children and toddlers that are technically unrelated, but who need care and welcome. It's this group that will remain when Prometheus returns as well as close to a hundred others that he has not been able to settle yet. Magna and Endre are among the families, as well as some others. There seem to be no adult males in this entire group, and the women are not shieldmaidens, just homemakers and scholars and farmers. It makes sense. The most vulnerable have been dispatched to the safest place.
At least some of the elderly were meant to be with the refugees coming to the Nexus, Loki thinks with a pang in his heart. They probably insisted that the little ones escape first. But what he wouldn't give for a few Asgardian grandparents to help, here.
He looks tired when Prometheus returns, but now he's playing with illusions to entertain the children. There are glimmering green deer chasing one another through the circle of furniture, leaping weightlessly over the seated kids.
"I've gotten some of them placed," he tells Prometheus. "Can you handle this many?"