[the ultimate vacation]
Mar. 17th, 2012 03:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justabitoffunLoki awoke in the middle of the night, restless and feeling caged in his huddle beneath the sheets with Coulson, and Raun purring silently between them as the kitten slept peacefully. He was anxious and preoccupied with anticipation and...something else. He wasn't quite sure what and that distracted him into unease.
An hour later it finally dawned on him what it was. He was afraid. What he feared was that Coulson would get to work and find some excuse to push back the vacation, possibly indefinitely. After all, why would the agent want to waste so much of his precious little time with the moody and disastrous god?
In his anxiety he acted on the spur of the moment. He ran a soothing hand down the kitten's back to assure it in its sleep so it wouldn't wake as he disappeared from its side.
Another hour later he returned to the room, his expression calm and serene now that he'd come to his conclusion and acted upon it. His emerald green eyes watched the agent and cat sleep undisturbed for a long moment with unhidden fondness in his gaze.
The forested lands of Álfheim were beautiful at any given season of the long years. The God of Mischief had always favored the never-ending sea of green vegetation that was only broken up by the occasional glittering river that criss-crossed through the landscape like a long, winding sapphire gilded snake. He spent many hours soaring through the skies in his favorite form of the falcon in this realm as a youth and had always felt as much at home here as in Asgard. Perhaps more so. Here, in the land of the spiritual elves with their mysticism and magical natures he never felt out of place, was never given a side-long glance for his shifting ability or magical traits. Here, he never felt as if he were at odds with everything surrounding him. Here, he was at peace.
It was to the Realm of the Álfar that he took Coulson in the middle of the night. He did not wake the mortal (or the accompanying feline) from slumber. He simply let the magical tendrils wind around the three of them and take them far away from the mortal realm and the agent's work.
The room was made completely out of the surrounding tree, as all dwellings in this realm typically were, and the deep, pungent scent of carved wood filled every open space with its rich aroma. The scent was soothing, welcoming and accompanying it was the constant gentle, almost imperceptible swaying of the tree that somehow was relaxing rather than disorientating, like being rocked gently to sleep by the large, caring arms of a gentle giant. There weren't many windows carved into the walls yet still somehow the entire dwelling seemed open and lite, like the perfect cabin in the woods from some storybook that ended on a happy note, and when the sun came up later in the day that was all that was needed to brighten the entire place with warmth and light. Everything looked, felt, and smelled fresh and clean as only nature ever could manage without trying too hard.
The bedroom where Loki left Coulson and Raun was simply but adequately furnished, and the bed they slept upon was large and accommodating despite the small size of the room. It was also ridiculously soft and comfortable, with even softer sheets and covers adorning it to keep the occupants snug. When the first signs of morning began to creep into the dwelling Loki made his way back into the room.
He wasn't about to allow either agent or feline awake to unknown surroundings without his familiar presence.
An hour later it finally dawned on him what it was. He was afraid. What he feared was that Coulson would get to work and find some excuse to push back the vacation, possibly indefinitely. After all, why would the agent want to waste so much of his precious little time with the moody and disastrous god?
In his anxiety he acted on the spur of the moment. He ran a soothing hand down the kitten's back to assure it in its sleep so it wouldn't wake as he disappeared from its side.
Another hour later he returned to the room, his expression calm and serene now that he'd come to his conclusion and acted upon it. His emerald green eyes watched the agent and cat sleep undisturbed for a long moment with unhidden fondness in his gaze.
The forested lands of Álfheim were beautiful at any given season of the long years. The God of Mischief had always favored the never-ending sea of green vegetation that was only broken up by the occasional glittering river that criss-crossed through the landscape like a long, winding sapphire gilded snake. He spent many hours soaring through the skies in his favorite form of the falcon in this realm as a youth and had always felt as much at home here as in Asgard. Perhaps more so. Here, in the land of the spiritual elves with their mysticism and magical natures he never felt out of place, was never given a side-long glance for his shifting ability or magical traits. Here, he never felt as if he were at odds with everything surrounding him. Here, he was at peace.
It was to the Realm of the Álfar that he took Coulson in the middle of the night. He did not wake the mortal (or the accompanying feline) from slumber. He simply let the magical tendrils wind around the three of them and take them far away from the mortal realm and the agent's work.
The room was made completely out of the surrounding tree, as all dwellings in this realm typically were, and the deep, pungent scent of carved wood filled every open space with its rich aroma. The scent was soothing, welcoming and accompanying it was the constant gentle, almost imperceptible swaying of the tree that somehow was relaxing rather than disorientating, like being rocked gently to sleep by the large, caring arms of a gentle giant. There weren't many windows carved into the walls yet still somehow the entire dwelling seemed open and lite, like the perfect cabin in the woods from some storybook that ended on a happy note, and when the sun came up later in the day that was all that was needed to brighten the entire place with warmth and light. Everything looked, felt, and smelled fresh and clean as only nature ever could manage without trying too hard.
The bedroom where Loki left Coulson and Raun was simply but adequately furnished, and the bed they slept upon was large and accommodating despite the small size of the room. It was also ridiculously soft and comfortable, with even softer sheets and covers adorning it to keep the occupants snug. When the first signs of morning began to creep into the dwelling Loki made his way back into the room.
He wasn't about to allow either agent or feline awake to unknown surroundings without his familiar presence.
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Date: 2012-03-22 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-03-22 03:16 am (UTC)He tossed his head just a bit and grinned slightly before charging back at Loki, water splashing around him.
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Date: 2012-03-22 03:38 am (UTC):Jeg er fornøyd, sváss.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 03:56 am (UTC):Good.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 04:30 am (UTC)He grinned at Coulson, body language returning to normal, and ran out of the water. He got the excess water off his body with a vigorous shake before plopping down in the grass.
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Date: 2012-03-22 04:38 am (UTC)He trotted back to shore himself, shaking off with no less enthusiasm before walking over and stretching out next to Loki.
:That was interesting.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 04:50 am (UTC):Just 'interesting', hmm? Not 'amazing' or, Valhalla forbid, 'fun'?: His tone was teasing, as playful as his actions earlier had been. He really was quite content in the moment.
He rolled over onto his side, practically on top of Coulson, and licked at the other wolf's jowls. :I won't tell anyone if you admit the truth, just this once.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 04:54 am (UTC)He nuzzled back, just a bit.
:But it was both, yes.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:05 am (UTC):Well, yes. It is quite improbable to have fun without interest and something amazing was obviously vastly interesting... But just 'interesting' alone is not without-a-doubt mutually inclusive of the other two.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:08 am (UTC):All right. How about this. Interestingly, it was amazingly fun.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:10 am (UTC):Certainly. Only if you mean it.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:12 am (UTC):I don't say things I don't mean.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:14 am (UTC):...I know.:
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:42 am (UTC)His eyes stayed closed and he nodded, just a bit.
:So how did you find this place?:
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Date: 2012-03-22 05:53 am (UTC)He had a lot, actually, in this realm. But this was one that he enjoyed most often when he just wanted escape and be alone. It was peaceful despite or perhaps because of the waterfall, and everything just looked and seemed perfect. And it was easy to reach both by land and by air.
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:13 am (UTC)He was understating again. But he knew that Loki knew of his tendency to do so, and he trusted that the god would know what he meant by that. It was nice in much the same way that playing in the water had been interesting.
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:20 am (UTC):Well I'm glad it has your approval if nothing else.: He almost even sounded amused.
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:32 am (UTC)He stretched a bit, as best he could without disturbing Loki. The grass was more comfortable than he'd been anticipating.
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:41 am (UTC)As Coulson stretched Loki felt the need to yawn and snuggle in closer to his lover. The day was peaceful, the area was peaceful, and the waterfall was lulling him into almost sleep. His ears twitched to show he was still attentive but otherwise he was content to simply lie here for a while.
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Date: 2012-03-22 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-23 06:26 am (UTC)He nuzzled into Coulson to wake the other wolf and directed his attention towards the sound. It was pretty much a big deer, still and hesitant in the foliage; it must have come for water.
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Date: 2012-03-23 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-23 07:33 am (UTC)He got up into a crouch carefully, slowly, and crept sideways towards the nearest cover, going around for an angle on the creature. Idly, he kept his senses attuned to Coulson to see how the mortal turned wolf would react. But he was focused on the prey.
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Date: 2012-03-23 07:42 am (UTC)The prospect was more tempting than he cared to admit, though.
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