[ there's a low, rude sound that comes out of Loki's mouth at the sudden exclamation of the cloud disappointment. the tales are most certainly lies when it comes mist and atmospheric pressure. the dragons get their room, and he watches them twirl like a vortex into the sky and return with gaping maw and playful shrieks. she tries to rein them in and he watches her tame the wilderness around them with fire. there's a puff of cold-aired amusement. ]
I never did like that cloud.
[ he has to do a short hop and a skip as the fog disperses and reforms, as some sort of meeting of fire and ice that seems to draw a twist of a smile from him. ]
Give chase? [ he says with some mock innocence. ] They won't be nipping at our heels, will they?
[ regardless of his feigned protest, he begins to fall into step with her pace. he had resources to fall back on, and while the dragons would certain win in a test of strength and speed, he liked to have a few clever tricks up his sleeve. ]
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I never did like that cloud.
[ he has to do a short hop and a skip as the fog disperses and reforms, as some sort of meeting of fire and ice that seems to draw a twist of a smile from him. ]
Give chase? [ he says with some mock innocence. ] They won't be nipping at our heels, will they?
[ regardless of his feigned protest, he begins to fall into step with her pace. he had resources to fall back on, and while the dragons would certain win in a test of strength and speed, he liked to have a few clever tricks up his sleeve. ]