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Refreshing dream
Jan. 22nd, 2016 12:50 pmWoke up at 0700, decided that was far too early in the morning given how late I was up reading, went back to bed until, as it turns out, 12.
I dreamt I was Loki, more or less. Not Loki like the legends or the comics precisely. Loki son of a king, not widely respected, actually widely thought mad.
He'd got bored. Really, thoroughly bored. Being son of the king was something he'd done for a thousand years, and he'd done all the corners of it. And one day he picked up a set of dice, not just with the numbers on but decision dice, and they were a multipack for different castes/races, but the ruling caste had only the one dice compared to up to half a dozen for the others. And looking at it he realised he'd only ever roll the one option anyway. And he was just done with that.
So to start with he tried being daughter of the king. People pretty much ignored it. Especially the king.
The only one that seemed encouraging was his husband. Loki was married to a being somewhat difficult to describe. He looked rather like the Ghost of Christmas Future in the Muppet Christmas Carol, only darker and softer and richer and stranger. He spoke kind of like he should be ALL IN CAPS but deeper and more layered. And everyone considered him somewhat terrifying, for no reason Loki could ever figure out. As far as they were concerned their husband was a great big floof of a softie. Quite possibly an anthropomorphic - or immortalish elf equivalent - personification of the end of an individual life, but mostly just kind of lovely. They had a very happy marriage, which baffled outsiders, who quite apart from the terror thing always eventually sidled up to the question of what exactly was under the robe, possibly with a hint of wondering why they didn't seem to mind what was under Loki's. Their mistake of course was to consider sex a necessary part of marriage. Lifelong alliance is a much more important part, and their husband supported them utterly and forever, so it was a very good marriage indeed.
But the rest of their life was not so good. Rolling one of two options was not turning out sufficiently diverting at all.
Until one day they were needed urgently in defence of the realm, and they needed to be two places at once. So they were. Loki, the prince, stood his ground with his soldiers at the inner gate, using his powers of ice to fill the gap, while Lady Loki ran for the outer gate to seal the breach more permanently. They were too busy to really think about it, so it just got done. And once the battle was won, Loki walked up to his Lady and found that one of her walked away, entirely too fed up at him to have anything more to do with him, while the other of her came back, merely angry at the whole rest of the world. He called her both Wrath and was oddly delighted by developments. Here they were doing so many different things already. He wondered how far it could go.
So he went back to his husband, hugged him soundly, and then leapt off a bridge into deep water. And surfaced pretty much everywhere.
There was a Loki lifting pans in the kitchen. There was a Loki in the armoury sharpening swords. There was a Loki for the dwarves and a Loki for the humans and still, probably, around here somewhere, a Loki prince of the elves, but he was business as usual and got by far the least attention. Having realised there were so very many ways of life he had decided to live them. All at once. Because why wait?
... the suggestion that for some people the 'why' was physical necessity was of course laughed off.
And this change his father could not ignore, not least because they had a kind of sort of democracy. The people could vote for their representatives, from candidates nominated by the existing representatives, and then the representatives could vote for a king. For a great many millennia this had of course resulted in elves ruling everything, since they lived the longest and knew the most and hardly ever needed replacing anyway and, crucially, only ever knew other elves well enough to trust them with anything, because who gets to know people who'll be gone in a century anyway? But there to put the cat among the pigeons was Loki. As Prince he was of course eligible to nominate and to vote, but now he knew people everywhere. And a great many of them were him, so of course he thought they had excellent ideas. And he could rather outnumber all the other voters. And they hadn't got a rule for that.
Plus his husband, ever supportive, seemed delighted and amused in the background.
And that was before all the Ladies had checked in. This business of Kings to rule them all seemed rather different from over there.
So from the point of view of human Loki climbing out the river, the world was rich and strange, all his senses renewed, though something seemed muted and odd. Turned out to be his sense for magic, which as a human he could no longer do. But he had so many new ideas, being such a swiftly changing type. It was delightful.
And almost as good was his father's face when he went home. Here was something he couldn't ignore.
So I woke up before Loki either reunited or started a revolution or both, but that was just fun. Be all the people, why not?
:-)
I dreamt I was Loki, more or less. Not Loki like the legends or the comics precisely. Loki son of a king, not widely respected, actually widely thought mad.
He'd got bored. Really, thoroughly bored. Being son of the king was something he'd done for a thousand years, and he'd done all the corners of it. And one day he picked up a set of dice, not just with the numbers on but decision dice, and they were a multipack for different castes/races, but the ruling caste had only the one dice compared to up to half a dozen for the others. And looking at it he realised he'd only ever roll the one option anyway. And he was just done with that.
So to start with he tried being daughter of the king. People pretty much ignored it. Especially the king.
The only one that seemed encouraging was his husband. Loki was married to a being somewhat difficult to describe. He looked rather like the Ghost of Christmas Future in the Muppet Christmas Carol, only darker and softer and richer and stranger. He spoke kind of like he should be ALL IN CAPS but deeper and more layered. And everyone considered him somewhat terrifying, for no reason Loki could ever figure out. As far as they were concerned their husband was a great big floof of a softie. Quite possibly an anthropomorphic - or immortalish elf equivalent - personification of the end of an individual life, but mostly just kind of lovely. They had a very happy marriage, which baffled outsiders, who quite apart from the terror thing always eventually sidled up to the question of what exactly was under the robe, possibly with a hint of wondering why they didn't seem to mind what was under Loki's. Their mistake of course was to consider sex a necessary part of marriage. Lifelong alliance is a much more important part, and their husband supported them utterly and forever, so it was a very good marriage indeed.
But the rest of their life was not so good. Rolling one of two options was not turning out sufficiently diverting at all.
Until one day they were needed urgently in defence of the realm, and they needed to be two places at once. So they were. Loki, the prince, stood his ground with his soldiers at the inner gate, using his powers of ice to fill the gap, while Lady Loki ran for the outer gate to seal the breach more permanently. They were too busy to really think about it, so it just got done. And once the battle was won, Loki walked up to his Lady and found that one of her walked away, entirely too fed up at him to have anything more to do with him, while the other of her came back, merely angry at the whole rest of the world. He called her both Wrath and was oddly delighted by developments. Here they were doing so many different things already. He wondered how far it could go.
So he went back to his husband, hugged him soundly, and then leapt off a bridge into deep water. And surfaced pretty much everywhere.
There was a Loki lifting pans in the kitchen. There was a Loki in the armoury sharpening swords. There was a Loki for the dwarves and a Loki for the humans and still, probably, around here somewhere, a Loki prince of the elves, but he was business as usual and got by far the least attention. Having realised there were so very many ways of life he had decided to live them. All at once. Because why wait?
... the suggestion that for some people the 'why' was physical necessity was of course laughed off.
And this change his father could not ignore, not least because they had a kind of sort of democracy. The people could vote for their representatives, from candidates nominated by the existing representatives, and then the representatives could vote for a king. For a great many millennia this had of course resulted in elves ruling everything, since they lived the longest and knew the most and hardly ever needed replacing anyway and, crucially, only ever knew other elves well enough to trust them with anything, because who gets to know people who'll be gone in a century anyway? But there to put the cat among the pigeons was Loki. As Prince he was of course eligible to nominate and to vote, but now he knew people everywhere. And a great many of them were him, so of course he thought they had excellent ideas. And he could rather outnumber all the other voters. And they hadn't got a rule for that.
Plus his husband, ever supportive, seemed delighted and amused in the background.
And that was before all the Ladies had checked in. This business of Kings to rule them all seemed rather different from over there.
So from the point of view of human Loki climbing out the river, the world was rich and strange, all his senses renewed, though something seemed muted and odd. Turned out to be his sense for magic, which as a human he could no longer do. But he had so many new ideas, being such a swiftly changing type. It was delightful.
And almost as good was his father's face when he went home. Here was something he couldn't ignore.
So I woke up before Loki either reunited or started a revolution or both, but that was just fun. Be all the people, why not?
:-)