Loki had retreated into invisibility again after the earlier fight. He is here, and he will intervene as he sees fit, but he will have no one expecting his aid, no matter how dire things turn. He will give generously, but on his own terms, and only on his own terms.
And so, he watches the disaster unfold from the back of the ranks, horror muted by the knowledge that the risk to him is minimal. But there will be nothing more than a handful of survivors if this mission fails, and the idea of being the last strange being standing in a frozen Nexus is not appealing.
Blaze's golden fury is magnificent to watch. Something elemental within him cringes and cries out in pain, but he is not just Laufeyson, not merely a Jotun. He is also of Asgard, and rather than hide he breaks into a run, cutting through the snow to catch up to the front lines. Just in time, he stares up at Azwel's display, cosmic forces clawing at the natural order, and even before Reynard appears, he knows he is coming.
He watches the walking avalanche that is the angry Winter Spirit with a kind of quiet, mad delight. Magnificent, elemental and terrible. Azwel was kind to Loki once, which may or may not be a claim Reynard can make, but at this moment he cannot choose kindness over an image of power so beguiling.
The enchantment lasts only a moment, though. Once Reynard is gone, once he hears Harley's voice, Loki snaps to.
He is still unseen, but Harley may hear his voice in return, calling her name, and ice surges up Azwel's body, thick and unyielding, clinging to his legs like weighted shackles. Loki has to fight the magic leaking from him hard to make it work, but if he can get it up and over the other gauntlet, Harley will have that much easier a time subduing him. Or so Loki hopes.
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And so, he watches the disaster unfold from the back of the ranks, horror muted by the knowledge that the risk to him is minimal. But there will be nothing more than a handful of survivors if this mission fails, and the idea of being the last strange being standing in a frozen Nexus is not appealing.
Blaze's golden fury is magnificent to watch. Something elemental within him cringes and cries out in pain, but he is not just Laufeyson, not merely a Jotun. He is also of Asgard, and rather than hide he breaks into a run, cutting through the snow to catch up to the front lines. Just in time, he stares up at Azwel's display, cosmic forces clawing at the natural order, and even before Reynard appears, he knows he is coming.
He watches the walking avalanche that is the angry Winter Spirit with a kind of quiet, mad delight. Magnificent, elemental and terrible. Azwel was kind to Loki once, which may or may not be a claim Reynard can make, but at this moment he cannot choose kindness over an image of power so beguiling.
The enchantment lasts only a moment, though. Once Reynard is gone, once he hears Harley's voice, Loki snaps to.
He is still unseen, but Harley may hear his voice in return, calling her name, and ice surges up Azwel's body, thick and unyielding, clinging to his legs like weighted shackles. Loki has to fight the magic leaking from him hard to make it work, but if he can get it up and over the other gauntlet, Harley will have that much easier a time subduing him. Or so Loki hopes.