[hr][hr] [center][h1][color=gold]Thracius Laufey[/color] and [color=C8D5BA]Svanna Laufey[/color][/h1] [img]https://imgur.com/E5d5Cxz.gif[/img][img]https://imgur.com/nuP0MWC.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] The Bifrost→ The Academy grounds [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other, and Loki Laufey.[/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Letting his gaze roam over the bifrost, Thracius waited for it to be activated, so they could be sent down to Midgard. The bifrost wasn’t really impressive, at least not to Thracius. He imagined lesser beings would find it truly impressive, but to him it was just a means of getting from point A to point B. After what seemed like an eternity, the bifrost’s guardian, Heimdallr, activated the bifrost, placing a fairly impressive sword into the keyhole, and twisting it. Almost at once, lightening exploded from the top of the bifrost’s mechanism, soon encompassing the entirety of the bifrost’s mechanism. It began to turn, a mechanical clanking echoing around the chamber as it began to spin and settle itself into the right position. A whirring sound joined the collection of noises, and before them a tunnel of twisting white and blue, the portal opening. Thracius made a move towards it, but the small chuckle from Heimadallr had him glancing back. In that moment, the guardian did something- Thracius couldn’t see what perhaps a slight twist or turn of the sword- and they were sucked through the portal. The tunnel between the two worlds open, they moved between them at a shocking speed the same white blue colour streaking past them and beyond that, space. Details were hard to make out at the speed they were going and as they continued to pick up speed they entered Midgard with a loud crack and a [i]swishing[/i] sound. There was no preparing for a landing, it was simply… crash. Thracius assumed a space had been set aside for the visiting Asgardians to minimise damage but if there hadn’t been he certainly didn’t care. Rising, he glanced about without concern, laying a hand on Fenrir’s back, the large gray wolf growling slightly. [color=gold]”Not very impressive.”[/color] He said, his tone one of disinterest. [color=green]”Well, Thracius, it is an empty field.”[/color] Loki replied to his son, glancing about them to make sure no one was descending on them. The pain shooting through her wrist was something she had never before experienced. Eyes shutting tightly at the piercing ache shooting through her arm, her body lain over the ground due to their landing, the tears that had already been flowing grew in intensity, causing Svanna to curl her body over, her arm pulled in tightly against her stomach, the beautiful material (covering only part of her body, and showing the majority) lightly caressing her flesh as she kept her hand pressed close. It was nothing like she had imagined- was travel through the realms always so… rough..? Painful..? Not even but a whimper coming from the young Goddess, she once again opened her bright eyes, the tears streaming down her face now falling to the ground until a soft though rather familiar nudge against her shoulder caught her attention, causing her to lift head back up, her gaze rising until she was able to see fully the beautiful black stallion that stood protectively at her side. Reaching up, her arm wrapping around the neck of the creature in question, Svanna used his help to slowly bring herself back to her feet, her body once more moving closely in against that of the animal, taking that moment to try and calm her emotions as she shot a glance about the area they had landed in. This was Midgard..? It seemed… different… more barren than how she had imagined it… Frowning at his father’s response, Thracius ignored him for the moment turning his gaze to Svanna, seeing that she was hurt. While the landing had been somewhat uncomfortable, but he hadn’t expected any injury. [color=gold]”Are you okay?”[/color] he asked her, stepping towards her, Fenrir turning with him although the wolf sniffed at the air, growling slowly still. Thracius wondered what he could smell but as long as he remained by his side, he wouldn’t be particularly worried. [color=green]”There will be healers at the school. I imagine it’s a necessity with the softness of the Midgardians.”[/color] Loki said in a condescending manner. [color=green]”I believe it’s that way.”[/color] Loki waved a hand absently. Sparing their father a somewhat exasperated glance, Thracius glanced back to Svanna, [color=gold]”Come on, I’ll help you up.”[/color] he said softly to her, [color=gold]”You can ride in.”[/color] Ride in..? Gaze lingering on her brother’s figure a moment, Svanna glanced towards Sleipnir, watching the horse as he shook out his mane. He was magnificent… loyal from the moment her father had first given him to her. Lifting her uninjured hand, she gently placed it against the animal’s nose, her head nodding lightly to let her brother know that not only did she understand… but that she also agreed with what he was saying. Satisfied, Thracius made a small sound, telling Fenrir to wait as he went to help Svanna onto Sleipnir. He was rather interested to see how the Midgardians would deal with the horse, Musing on that for a moment, he sought the easiest way to help her up. He grabbed her gently around the waist and lifted her atop the horse, not letting go until he was sure she was secure. Once he was, he stepped back to Fenrir’s side, glancing in the direction their father had vaguely waved. [color=gold]”Lets go.”[/color] May as well get it over with, and go see all the squishy Midgardians. Starting to walk, he lay a hand on the wolfs head. Both legs resting to one side of the horse, her injured arm pressed in close against her stomach, Svanna let her tear-filled gaze follow the familiar figures of both her father and her brother, watching as they walked off in the direction the academy was supposed to be in before she moved to begin on her way, urging her horse to follow along behind the both of them as they led the way. Thracius made sure that Svanna was following and that she was as well as could be. He stayed close as they walked towards the Academy over the grassy field. He couldn’t imagine what the Midgardians did with this field. What did they need something so large for? It seemed utterly pointless to him. [color=gold]”At least there is plenty of room for Fenrir and Sleipnir to roam about.”[/color] He said after a few moments walking, gazing ahead for a moment at the buildings appearing, vague shapes for now. He realised he kept on forgetting that Svanna couldn’t respond to him, and he sighed softly, Going to speak once more, he shook his head closing his mouth. He would have to work fast to free her from the silencer. He stayed silent as they continued to head towards the Academy. So far he wasn’t particularly impressed. It seemed rather basic, despite the large size. Soon, as the buildings continued to grow more distinct and he could make out people, Thracius was slowing his pace. He already despised this place, and doubted there would be anything interesting for him. He sighed once more, glancing over the other students he could see. Was Soren here already, mingling with the Midgardian’s whose attention he seemed to crave? He really couldn’t see the appeal. They all seemed to be rather… weak. [color=gold]”Rather unimpressive, don’t you think?”[/color] Her brother’s voice sounded far… muffled, though she knew him to be close by her side. The pain in her wrist refusing to subside, however trying her best to not let it get to her, Svanna let her gaze wander, the sound of her horses hooves a natural thing as she looked about the changing scenery. Perhaps she had been wrong in her judgement when she had first believed the realm to be barren. Lifting her attention to the buildings before her, she took a moment to look them over. They were imposing in their own way… though nowhere near as impressive as those she had grown up with in Asgard. Tearing her gaze from the buildings, she brought it back around to her brother, her eyes (still rather wet) meeting with his as she lifted her hand up, pointing towards the building in front of them with a questioning look upon her soft and beautiful features. Thracius glanced to Svanna, once more making sure she was okay and frowning slightly at her questioning look. He glanced towards the building, which appeared to be an elegant but rather unimpressive style, slate gray rendering covering the outside. [color=gold]”It seems to be. Oddly primitive.”[/color] he said in a slightly bored tone. He let his gaze slip from the buildings to those around them more than a little amused. Svanna, even muzzled, would have an effect on the Midgardians. Her natural- and powerful- beauty would no doubt affect the squishy and weak Midgards more so than the Asgardian’s. They wouldn’t be able to resist the allure she gave off without even trying. It was a small defiance against their Uncle, one Thracius suspected he hadn’t considered. Why would he, when all he saw was the children of his mischievous and defiant brother? Thracius doubted that Thor saw them as individuals, but rather as pawns their father would use to do his bidding, now that the treaty was in effect. If only he knew. [color=gold]”Perhaps it won’t be so bad here after all, Svanna. As soon as I break you free of the Silencer, we can definitely have some fun.”[/color] Perhaps there would be a way to gain their Uncle’s trust, convince him that Svanna wouldn’t be a threat… or convince whoever he gave the key to that she wasn’t. [color=gold]”Shall we continue?”[/color] He said, looking back to Svanna. [color=gold]”And find someone to help your arm?”[/color] he suggested, wanting to get away from the crowding Midgardian’s that were causing Fenrir to growl deeply in his throat. [color=gold]”I know it’s hard Svanna… “[/color] He said softly, wanting to be able to break the Silencer now, [color=gold]”But look! You have an effect on the Midgardian’s anyway!”[/color] Her hand returning to its place against the horses neck, her eyes showing her confusion at his words, Svanna turned her head, her injured hand held delicately against her half-bare stomach as she glanced about at the Midgardian’s mulling around the courtyard around them, meeting their stares, unsure of what her brother meant with his words. [color=gold]”Oh Svanna.”[/color] Thracius said a little exasperated, [color=gold]”You can’t still be clueless of the effect you have on people. Most people don’t get worshiped wherever they go.”[/color] He said, shaking his head and nodding towards a few of the Midgardians, who already seemed to be vying for her attention. He shook his head at their pathetic attempts, [color=gold]”Well, leave them.”[/color] He said dismissing them completely, turning back to Svanna [color=gold]”Let’s see who we can get to help you.”[/color] he said his tone softer with her, more caring then he had used in reference to the Midgardians. He turned starting to walk once more, intent of making sure his sister was following, and would be okay. If Midgardian’s got in the way, he simply pushed past them, Fenrir a constant presence at his side.