A Chill in the Air

[toocoldforthis]

The Nexus may have seen a glittering and glorious ball the night before, but every party must end. Every overindulgence has its morning-after regrets. The pains of burning eyes and revolting stomachs have visited more than a few people like malevolent fairies. And then the lucky denizens of the Nexus get another treat.

Cailleach may well be the grumpiest looking grumpy old lady ever. If she'd been sucking on lemons for a thousand years she could not look more sour. White hair fragile with age is hidden beneath a scarf and within the hood of her raincoat. Her glasses are old-fashioned, her makeup is out of style, and her shoes are sensible. Do not ask her for candy. She is not your granny.

What is is watching the goings-on with increasing vexation. Something about everyone passing by seems to set her to an ever-increasing amount of angry muttering. Finally, she can't contain it anymore. "Why don't young people prepare for the lean times coming? Do you all think it'll be sunshine and flowers forever?"

It doesn't matter who answers. She's grumpy and demands an audience.

((She's going to be 100% mean to just about everyone, be warned. #sorrynotsorry))

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[damn_yourself_early]

Chronological, perhaps?

"Cailleach, that's a pretty name. It sounds a little... Celtic?" He looks hopeful, as though the query will tease forth some bit of lore about the lady. Fat chance, he knows, but even a rebuff can be informative. "Ah, yes. Everyone's heard about that Loki. Good news, he's dead. Bad news if you were hoping to kill him, though, I'm afraid you missed it. Pardon me if I don't wish you better luck next time."

This kid, seriously.

[toocoldforthis]

By the number of time Odin's beard is taken in vain?

"Aye." That's as much agreement as she intends to give him about anything for the rest of forever. Just because. If he wants lore, he'd be better off going to a library for it. "I had no particular issue with that one, but I am glad to hear he's gone."

This boy! To have to hear such glee at the thought of death. Not even doing the killing, just the idea of a god dying. She's almost... smiling.

[damn_yourself_early]

By Ymir's craggy britches!

The gods of Asgard are a bloody bunch, if truth be told. For all their merriment, they have a great love of death. The hailing of it is a sound that rings familiar in little Loki's ears. "Yes, that's what everyone says. Usually before talk of an encore. You wouldn't do something like that, would you?"

[toocoldforthis]

Look even she has standards.

True, his kind are bloody-minded. How much does he really know of hers? "No, boy, your time is not yet come. But." Her gaze shifts to the side, where surely there is not a bird sitting and preening while he pretends not to listen. "A season for all things, and everything in its time."

[damn_yourself_early]

Loki follows her gaze. "You can see him?"

[toocoldforthis]

"Of course, I can see him, boy." Hmph. Kids today. Not even knowing what their elders can do, never mind respecting it. There was a time...

[damn_yourself_early]

"Well! That's all sorts of interesting. You hear that, Ikol?" he adds to the bird. "You'll have to be on your very best behavior." The bird humphs, ducking its head into its body and fluffing up indignantly. To Cailleach, he adds, "he likes you!"

[toocoldforthis]

She can hmph right back at you, Ikol, and don't you forget it.

"Don't tell lies, boy, you're no good at it." Really, these two, they don't even add up to one proper god. No wonder things end so badly.

[damn_yourself_early]

"Can I quote you on that?" Loki asks hopefully. "I could really use a good reference like that."

[toocoldforthis]

Humph. "Aye, boy, if you think it'll help. My opinion is not much loved."

Just watching the boy and all his youthful energy is making her tired. It's so unfortunate, all that wasted on those who can't appreciate it.

[damn_yourself_early]

Loki appreciates his youth quite well, thank you. "Someone saying I'm not a brilliant master of deceit, whose mere greeting is the opening gambit in yet another duplicitous scheme? How could it not?"

[toocoldforthis]

She doubts it!

"But would they believe you about what I said?" She is the gray cloud to his silver lining.

[damn_yourself_early]

He could demonstrate his fantastic youth-appreciating skills! Like making mischief! He's all about the mischief, famously so.

"Well, admittedly, they aren't exactly the sorts to take a notarized certificate, but just having a counterexample can break someone's rhetorical rhythm."

[toocoldforthis]

That would be a fantastic way to make her grumpier. Admittedly, making people grumpy is another one of his infamous skills.

"Then by all means. Not that I expect it will do you a lick of good." Not that she thinks anything could do this willful child a lick of good that didn't start and end with a few lessons about the price of false cheerfulness.

[damn_yourself_early]

Oh, Loki Laufeyson knows all about the price of false cheer. Even buying it wholesale, he pays a price.

Sketching a bow, he grins. "Thank you, dear grandmother!"

[toocoldforthis]

He should pay more and get a better quality.

The bowing and grinning draw her up short, briefly but long enough to be noticed. "Flattery will get you nothing good, boy."

[damn_yourself_early]

His allowance is, like himself, tiny. And who would extend Loki any credit?

Okay, Verity, but she's not here. "One man's trash," he counters, "is another god's treasure."

[toocoldforthis]

Verity gives him too much credit already. Quality will last him longer and in better stead. But that's one of the lessons of growing up he seems destined to avoid.

"Is that what you're hoping for? That if you are kind to me, and patient, that I'll have a sudden change of heart and see some spark of goodness in you that sparks warmth in my own old heart?" Her tone grows softer, quieter while she talks. Like it's possible. It's only to make the truth hurt more. Sharp blades cut soft meat better. "That is not possible."

[damn_yourself_early]

Was Loki perking up a little at the talk of a change of heart?

Surely not. "Ah. That's a familiar tune, grandmother. I can't think of where you mightn't have heard it."

[toocoldforthis]

"Things are often familiar because they are true. Young people like to think the world changes. It does not. Not in the fundamental ways."

And neither, her tone implies, does anything else.

[damn_yourself_early]

"As a godling of change, that's very bad news for me," he muses. "It seems I am instead a god of nothing, and there are others who do better at nihilism. But then, if nothing changes, I suppose things will carry on reasonably well, and all warnings to the contrary are idle doomsaying. That's cheery, at least!" Who doesn't want to smack the insolence out of that grin?

[toocoldforthis]

Who needs to? Life'll do that soon enough, and she doesn't need to hurt her hand in the process.

"A god of change, boy? When you keep everything you should be trying to cast off at your side?" She's looking at you, Ikol.

[damn_yourself_early]

"A moral compass that's always exactly wrong," he points out, flashing a smile, "is still reliable in its way."

[toocoldforthis]

"Is it? Exactly wrong? But there are so many ways to be wrong, boy."

Another swing and a miss. He can keep trying to impress her if he wants, but she really wouldn't recommend it.

[damn_yourself_early]

"That does seem to be the general consensus," he replies, "and you know how the mortals love their democracy."

That's the thing about Loki--he's the one who'll keep trying and trying, scheme after scheme until he hits on a winner.