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eaemiliaTitle: Meeting in the Desert
Word Count: 743 (462, 281)
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: Tortall/Thor
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Alanna meets a stranger in the desert, and Loki is surprised to be alive.
Alanna had expected many things when she came to the desert. It was likely that she would have to fight both the Bazhir and the hill men, but she had no qualms in regards to that. Fighting either of them would be easier than staying at court. Technically, she had done nothing wrong, but it still seemed better to leave than to stay in the court of the uncle of the man she had just killed. Besides, she had always planned to leave the court once she revealed herself, now she just had an extra incentive.
One thing she had not expected was finding a man laying half buried in the sand.
Perhaps if it had been a Bazhir she wouldn't have been so surprised but he was clearly from the north. Even if his pale skin hadn't been a giveaway, his clothes would have been. They were Scanran in style, and looked like what a member of their nobility would wear.
Which begged the question of why a Scanran noble was in the Great Southern Desert. Certainly, Scanrans attacked Tortall frequently, but they rarely came so far south, and if they did they would just keep raiding.
"Is he alright, lass?" Coram asked.
Sending a wave of her magic through him, Alanna couldn't feel anything wrong with him, he didn't even seem dehydrated. It was like he was just sleeping.
There was something off about him though. He felt almost like the Ysandir had.
Shivering, Alanna pulled her hand back and said, "He feels fine." There was no need to tell Coram about him feeling like the Ysandir. He was discomforted enough as it was.
"It looks like he's waking up," Coram says.
Alanna watched as the man moved about a bit, and then opened his eyes.
"Hello," she says as he looks at her.
"Where am I?" he asks. His accent is odd.
"The Great Southern Desert."
"Where?"
Alanna frowns. She had never had to deal with memory loss before. That wasn't something that half-trained squires dealt with.
"Do you know your name?" she asks. "Mine is Alanna."
"Loki."
"Do you know where you're from?"
"Asgard."
"Is that in Scanra?"
"Yes," he tells her.
She's a bit relived by that. At least he knows his name and where he's from.
"Do you have any idea how you may have gotten here?"
"No."
Alanna glances over at Coram. He shrugs. "Well Loki, if you'd like you can come with us."
He looks her over for a minute and then says, "I would be delighted to accompany you," and smiles.
Alanna shivers. Perhaps letting him come with her isn’t the best of ideas, but she wants to know what he is.
And this seems like the best way to figure that out.
The first thing Loki is aware of is power running through him. It’s almost nothing, but it’s enough to wake him up.
He’s in the middle of a desert, and there is a woman leaning over him. Her red hair and purple eyes make an almost garish combination, but her appearance is unimportant at the moment because he is alive.
When Loki let go, he assumed that he was going to die. But he’s alive, even if he doesn’t know where he is. The question regarding his location seems out almost unintendedly.
The woman seems concerned that he doesn’t know where he is, and she starts asking him questions in response. He gives her, Alanna, one answered responses. She doesn’t need more than that, and he’s more interested in who she is than in telling her who he is.
She seems to be a warrior of some sort, but she also has power. Her magic seems weak to him, but that might just be a human failing. They are weaker than Asgardians after all.
But on the whole she doesn’t seem too bad, and her companion seems almost afraid of him, as it should be.
When she asks Loki if he is from Scanra, he only agrees because he doesn’t feel like explaining his entire history to her. Obviously, he’s on some world that has never heard of Asgard.
Well, that will work for now. It’ll be nice in a way to have a fresh start where he doesn’t have to worry about his brother or his father. They think he’s dead after all.
He agrees to travel with her because he has nothing better to do, and for no other reason.
Word Count: 743 (462, 281)
Rating: T
Original/Fandom: Tortall/Thor
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Alanna meets a stranger in the desert, and Loki is surprised to be alive.
Alanna had expected many things when she came to the desert. It was likely that she would have to fight both the Bazhir and the hill men, but she had no qualms in regards to that. Fighting either of them would be easier than staying at court. Technically, she had done nothing wrong, but it still seemed better to leave than to stay in the court of the uncle of the man she had just killed. Besides, she had always planned to leave the court once she revealed herself, now she just had an extra incentive.
One thing she had not expected was finding a man laying half buried in the sand.
Perhaps if it had been a Bazhir she wouldn't have been so surprised but he was clearly from the north. Even if his pale skin hadn't been a giveaway, his clothes would have been. They were Scanran in style, and looked like what a member of their nobility would wear.
Which begged the question of why a Scanran noble was in the Great Southern Desert. Certainly, Scanrans attacked Tortall frequently, but they rarely came so far south, and if they did they would just keep raiding.
"Is he alright, lass?" Coram asked.
Sending a wave of her magic through him, Alanna couldn't feel anything wrong with him, he didn't even seem dehydrated. It was like he was just sleeping.
There was something off about him though. He felt almost like the Ysandir had.
Shivering, Alanna pulled her hand back and said, "He feels fine." There was no need to tell Coram about him feeling like the Ysandir. He was discomforted enough as it was.
"It looks like he's waking up," Coram says.
Alanna watched as the man moved about a bit, and then opened his eyes.
"Hello," she says as he looks at her.
"Where am I?" he asks. His accent is odd.
"The Great Southern Desert."
"Where?"
Alanna frowns. She had never had to deal with memory loss before. That wasn't something that half-trained squires dealt with.
"Do you know your name?" she asks. "Mine is Alanna."
"Loki."
"Do you know where you're from?"
"Asgard."
"Is that in Scanra?"
"Yes," he tells her.
She's a bit relived by that. At least he knows his name and where he's from.
"Do you have any idea how you may have gotten here?"
"No."
Alanna glances over at Coram. He shrugs. "Well Loki, if you'd like you can come with us."
He looks her over for a minute and then says, "I would be delighted to accompany you," and smiles.
Alanna shivers. Perhaps letting him come with her isn’t the best of ideas, but she wants to know what he is.
And this seems like the best way to figure that out.
The first thing Loki is aware of is power running through him. It’s almost nothing, but it’s enough to wake him up.
He’s in the middle of a desert, and there is a woman leaning over him. Her red hair and purple eyes make an almost garish combination, but her appearance is unimportant at the moment because he is alive.
When Loki let go, he assumed that he was going to die. But he’s alive, even if he doesn’t know where he is. The question regarding his location seems out almost unintendedly.
The woman seems concerned that he doesn’t know where he is, and she starts asking him questions in response. He gives her, Alanna, one answered responses. She doesn’t need more than that, and he’s more interested in who she is than in telling her who he is.
She seems to be a warrior of some sort, but she also has power. Her magic seems weak to him, but that might just be a human failing. They are weaker than Asgardians after all.
But on the whole she doesn’t seem too bad, and her companion seems almost afraid of him, as it should be.
When she asks Loki if he is from Scanra, he only agrees because he doesn’t feel like explaining his entire history to her. Obviously, he’s on some world that has never heard of Asgard.
Well, that will work for now. It’ll be nice in a way to have a fresh start where he doesn’t have to worry about his brother or his father. They think he’s dead after all.
He agrees to travel with her because he has nothing better to do, and for no other reason.