#valeriius / o1

[mischiefmodig]

It was about time Loki made his way to this place. Arcanus Archives. Massive building ( nowhere near the scale of Asgards shelves ) full of information pertaining to this Aevum realm. He felt strangely at home in this place - he always preferred the company of books to the company of those around him. In truth, it had been much time since he had been able to simply study in peace.

After a brief discussion with the librarian of the establishment, Loki meandered his way to the second floor. His mission was to find information on this land, its peoples, and more importantly, its magic.

He was determined to find answers and restore what was rightfully his and his brothers. He figured it was in his best interest to understand the origins of this civilization. Certainly nothing new for the scholar. He was barely 400 years old when he had memorized the histories of the 9 realms.

Surely this venture would be nothing be peaceful.

He searched the titles among the shelves ( the young curious boy inside his mind was excited by the challenge, the unknown ) looking for a "History Of" specifically. He found a few books he figured he might start with, however, resting on a shelf nearby was one in particular that caught his fancy.

As he reached out to take it, he found he could not. Two pale hands lay upon the guided cover, both clothed in black, both unwilling to release.

Loki glanced at the person who had taken the object ( or rather, attempted to ) seeing a figure with blackened hair, red eyes ( bags underneath ), and clothed in ancient-styled clothes, not totally similar to his own. The man physically appeared to be older, but they seemed to stand off, eyes on the other. Unrelenting.

❝ Ah. I beg your pardon. ❞ Loki spoke first. ❝ But I'm afraid I require this book for my research. I must ask that you let go. ❞ His eyes cast upon it first.

@valeriius \ / I saw it first >:T

[magnusmodig]

𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 , this day was nothing short of sunny. a good day for a brisk walk in the colder weather , and HOPEFULLY to clear his mind of its fretting. even if the streets were a tad small for his bulk.

the humans here ( and he had decided that they were , indeed , humans ) were something of a nostalgic comfort. though not of his beloved realm ( nor , it seemed , even of the same dimension ) they were still as delightfully intriguing as ever. clever , inquisitive , and most here seemed to be kind as they could be to a stranger. ( in the very least , the aevum realm seemed to not want for peace. )

it was the shrill , piercing yap of a small dog's bark that pulled thor from his mortal musings. craning his head to peer down an open alley-street , he spotted a small dog lifted precariously into the arms of a child. the small creature hardly seemed FAMILIAR with the children , with ears pinned back against its head and fangs bared from its small ( but no less dangerous ) maw. despite the clear aggression it seemed the mortal children were just as thoughtless as their midgardian counterparts in turn.

thor was not surprised. ( though perhaps he was just a touch bemused. ) mortals would be as mortals would be.

❝ ho now! my young friends , surely you know that is no way to treat such a fine beast. ❞ he called forth , crossing his path with theirs in friendly form and fashion. the children - thor counted three - gaped at the giant of a man now stood before them. ( a quick scan above their heads , even as thor knelt to their eyeline , quickly noted that their guardians were further down the street and talking amongst themselves on a curbside step. ) ❝ you mustn't hold him by the scruff like that , good fellow. you're hurting him that way , you see? ❞ the boy looked down at the snarling dog. "oi , mister , we're only playing with it! how do you know it's hurt anyways?" ❝ look at how he snarls, ❞ with two fingers he mimicked fangs in a feint of snapping teeth, ❝ you've all gone and vexed the poor thing. i'd not want my small friend here to bite at you. ❞

Unhand me, or be prepared to face the consequences far graver than your feeble mind can comprehend! This is not a suggestion; it's a last courtesy before the tempest of your own making descends upon you! I will have your heads! Your very flesh will melt in the searing flames of your own inferno!

“Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf!”

His tiny body squirms and wriggles as Valerius tries to free himself from the grip of the little boy’s hand clutching the scruff of his neck. The frustration in his tiny barks matches the way his small paws futilely paw at the restraining hand. Amidst his pocket-sized struggle, the surrounding children find amusement in the spectacle, their laughter echoing around the tiny, disgruntled canine.

Damn these brats!

He had been merely on his way to Lilith the second he accidentally cut himself on the page of his book and triggered the transformation into his accursed puppy form. Had he known there were kids playing dim-witted street games on his usual route, he would have taken the longer path even if he’d wind up with rough paws and aching legs. It’d be much better than the demeaning handling these wretches brats have subjected him to.

@magnusmodig