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It wasn't that Loki thought he would never see Tyr again. Gods no. That was a tad dramatic, even for him. The two were immortal gods after all. They would run into each other at some point or another. The worlds were only so big. There were only so many places to hide. Not that Loki was hiding from anyone in particular. No, he was hiding from everyone. It was only a matter of time before Tyr crossed paths with him once again. He just hadn't been expecting that time to be today. The moment his eyes moved to the person that had sourly interrupted him, Loki recognized them. They had spent a great deal of time together long ago. Tyr wasn't exactly easy to forget. They were infuriating at times. Navie to their very core. Yet, Tyr had been as a summer breeze on a blazing hot day. A warm fire on a cold night. Relief from the ins and outs of everyday life as a god. Which is exactly why Loki had left them the way he had. For a moment, his fists tightened on the captain's shirt. He flexed his jaw and tossed the man to the side. "I was trying to get a point across." He ground out his words through clenched teeth. "Kit, please, just take ya' coin back. I'll get you out on the first boat I got when we can." The captain promised as he scrambled to get a few coins out and put them in Loki's hand. This wasn't worth the endless drivel that would no doubt pour from Tyr should Loki take his threats to promises. "Fine." He took the coin and turned on his heel. His back to the captain as he scrambled away, his attention now turned to Tyr. "I should not be surprised to find you here, of all places." Loki nearly cooed. "You look like shit, Tyr."

Týr was supposed to mind their damn business and not draw attention to themself to make it easier to find the best way to fight the Eternal Fire before things got any worse around Novigrad. But that was easier said than done for them. Wherever the God of Justice went, there seemed to be someone who was hurt or wronged, and Týr never seemed to be able to turn their back on people who needed help, even if they were complete strangers. They knew what some of the other gods thought of them when they went out of their way to help people who rarely deserved it or even appreciated the help. They thought Týr was soft and weak or even foolish. They were sure Loki would think the same of them if they ever saw him again.

No, Týr refused to think of him.

With a scowl on their lips, they marched down the docks to the man who was obviously threatening the captain for not letting him leave the city. Týr could understand his frustration, but the captain had no say in the new laws, therefore it would be unjust to punish him for it. Normally Týr's patience kept them grounded during altercations like this one, the world expected them to be patient, righteous and perfect, but today was different. They clenched their hands into a fist to keep themself from either punching the man or pushing him into the water, but they knew they had to be better than that. "What the hell are you doing?" Their voice was calm, yet it was as cold as ice.

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The interruption was not a welcome one. If nothing else, Loki liked to put on a show. Yes, some might call him dramatic but he preferred to think of every interaction to be a chance for entertainment. Entertaining to who was up for debate, sure, but he got a rush from taking center stage regardless. He didn't bother breaking his fixed glare on the man. Even as this lowly mortal approached from behind. "Oh yes, we are nearly done here." He promised, looking over the captain. He was in shock. Scared that his pathetic life was coming to an end. Wasn't it poetic? A navy men drown by the waters he spent so much time on? Was this not how all ship captains wished to go? As promised, Loki let go of the man's shirt and allowed him to drop into the waters below. He crotched down at the edge of the dock to watch the man hit the icy waves. Barely popping his head above the surface before being swallowed back down by a white cap. This happened a few times as he struggled against the tide before he stopped coming back up. Well, that was less of a joy than Loki thought it might be. He stood up straight and turned back to the man who had so rudely intruded on his show. "Not sure your-" He looked over the man's basket of goods and pulled a disapproving look across his face. "Herds can do much for that." Loki pointed down at where the captain had last popped up before going under for the last time.

“Fresh swamp vebena, only one crown per piece! Might as well pick up some for the inbounding headache we’re all about to face,” he bellowed to passing dockworkers who were more than glad to shoulder him out of the way. For the most part, he was used to it. Relished it, even, being bullied like a petty merchant. The basket of herbs he carried with him rattled and shook out earthy smells of flowers and greenery with every jostle.

As he was tending to a man who had stopped to purchase something for his scurvy, an altercation sounded from overhead. There was a man being harassed on the ship docked on the edge of the boardwalk. If he listened closer, he could just make out the threats.

They weren’t unreasonable threats. Merely pointless ones, in his opinion. How far could one ship move before being met by a squadron of the Eternal Flame’s?

Tian tipped his head up at the boat, unable to make out much from behind the blindfold but the panicked pulse of the captain beating a drum against his ribcage. It would’ve been easy to ignore. Preferable, actually. But the longer he lingered and took his time counting coin out for his customer, the most insistently his morals nagged him.

“Just a moment,” he told the customer politely before crossing the boards of the dock until he was standing beneath the side of the boat. Tian cocked his head up at the two above, his attention towards the louder man.

“Do you mind keeping it down up there? There are some of us trying to make a living here.”

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Blinking a few times, Loki's blue eyes slid away from the man in front of him. His attention turned to the woman who's calm voice managed to irritate him even more than the creature in front of him. He supposed irritation was better than indifference. Which was an emotion he was all too familiar with. She was on to him. In what capacity, Loki wasn't sure. Not yet away. The few times they'd interacted he had gotten this feeling. The feeling that she knew too much but had yet to see the whole picture. He thought the same of her. At least he would if his ego wasn't constantly getting in the way of thinking he might be missing something. Letting go of the captain with one hand, Loki grunted. "I suppose that is the fairest course of action." He held his hand out, the other still holding the man over the cold waters. "My coin." Loki lifted his chin slightly as he spoke. The man reached into his own pocket slowly and drew out a few coins. Whether it would cover what Loki would have spent to sail out of town or not wasn't much of a worry for him. It was the principal of the thing. "No need." Loki slipped the coins into his own pocket before gripping the man's shirt with both hands once more. He teased letting go of his shirt, allowing the man to rock back on his heels just once before tossing him onto the dock with a thump. "You're quite lucky the lady Ragna showed up. She saved your life today. I'd thank her." He informed the man as he turned to Ragna. "Happy? You've spoiled my fun."

"relax, kit," her voice is a gentle chide from the end of the dock that carries on the cool, wet breeze. hel stands quite still there with one hand upon the dark shawl that covers her shoulders and is drawn up over her head against the whipping wind that draws off of the water, the other curled 'round the handle of a basket that clinks with glass phials and jars. hel knows the man before her - kit - is more than he claims ; she is fairly certain he knows the same of her. that does not mean he ought to threaten to drown random humans for faults they have little control over, "the poor captain scarcely controls the city gates, nor does he pay your wages. i would think the fare for the ride is more than enough recompense."

her tone harbors little room for argument despite the bemused smile that tugs the edges of her lips. ragna is known to be a fair sort ; hel as well. "and the man cannot go fetch your coin if you send him to his death in the water." the wind ruffles the edge of her long skirt, the muddied hem fluttering about her feet and ankles and hel draws a step or two closer to the scene unfolding at the end of the dock, "be a dear and let him go so he can run off and get your money."

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Location: Novigrad Docks Open to: Everyone

"Would you like to repeat that again?" Loki asked in a hiss as he took a slow step toward the boat captain. His dark leather boots pressed against the old, worn, wood of the docks. Blue waters swelled into white-capped waves as the sky blew icy winds into shore. "The free city of Novigrad is now locked?" He questioned as if he was daring the man to agree with him. Rarely did Loki keep up with the humans of this city. Speeches, announcements, rules- It was all drivel. Men telling gods how to act was damn near disgusting. The thought of it alone made acid sting his throat. Before the captain could speak Loki grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in nice and close. "I have work elsewhere, and I bought myself a seat on this boat to get that work done." He ground out his words as if they alone could hurt this fool. "I suggest you get moving or reimburse my ride and my wages lost or-" He spin them both and shoved the captain's heels to the edge of the dock, holding him by the front of his shirt so he would not go plummeting into the cold waters below. "Pary to the gods you don't freeze before making it to shore."

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[ alex hogh andersen, cis male, he/him, 1000+ ] we’ve known [ LOKI ] forever now, the deity of [ MISCHIEF ] has been in Novigrad for [ SEVEN YEARS ]. They’re known to be [ MANIPULATIVE ] and [ HUMOROUS ]. We find it fascinating that after all these years they [ SIDE AGAINST ] the humans and have been working as a [ MERCENARY ]. They often remind us of [ A Dagger between Ribs, A fox eating a Rabbit, The Smell of Old Books, and Rust ]. Our thread has already been woven on what their future is looking like, but we’re eager to see them experience it.

Public Name: Kit Thodin True Name: Loki

Mischief, Trickery, Chaos

Age: Forgotten to Time Physical Age: 27 Sexuality: Bisexual

Sex: Male Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him

Positive Traits: Humorous, Excitable, Bold, Charming, Cunning. Negative Traits: Manipulative, Emotional, Fickle, Demanding, Cruel.

Things to Know About Loki:

For the past twenty or so years, Loki has been hiding himself among the humans. He became rather disillusioned with the gods and all their political nonsense. Instead he has descended to seek out new adventures. Those first years were spent traveling. He still does a great deal of that now. Going in and out of Novigrad as the wind blows. 

Too everyone he is known as Kit Thodin. A merciary that will work for just about any amount of money. Human or creature he will take it down for a good amount of coin.

Only the God known as Thor knows where Loki has been and what he’s been doing. Loki would like to keep it that way for now.

Humans tend to bore Loki just as much as the other gods do. He is also slightly jealous of them but thats for another time. He does like Mages and Witchers. He finds a sort of Kinship with mages and the magic that they wield. Witchers on the other hand, fascinate Loki. They have stories that do not bore him to tears. They truely can capture his attention and hold it for more than a fleeting moment.

Loki is known to be cruel at times. Setting up others to fail. However, it should be noted that Loki does get a thrill from being out done. He enjoys when someone he has underestimated comes up with a clever plan  that keeps him guessing. He doesn’t often get this joy but when it comes he loves it as much as watching people fail. 

Loki is indeed Bisexual. He has no preference for men over woman or vise verse. It is a right down the middle split for him. Though, at this point, it takes a very… interesting person to hold his attention long enough for any sort of romance to develop. He finds the whole thing rather tedious at this point. Even sex can be so very dull if done with the wrong person. 

A small part of him is jealous of humans ability to live a mortal life and die. He has lived so long that death feels like the only thing Loki hasn’t experienced. An ending gives the start of anything meaning, does it not? He feels lost. As if he as wondered every path. Turned over each stone. He longs for new adventure. New sights and sounds. The thrill of the unknown excites him more than anything else these days. 

In general, Loki is a little shit. 

Finally, Loki’s magics manifests in a few ways. Illusions and hallucinations are as easy as breathing for him. He also has minor telekinetic magic. His abilities to stealth and fight hand-to-hand have also been slightly boosted by his magical abilities. His weapon of choice is a pair of twin daggers, Skofnung and Angurvadal. They are fairly normal daggers. The only thing magical about them is when they are not in his hand they return to his belt.

Please ask any questions and understand that I am very open to plotting anything and everything with Loki!

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