The Lady of Asgard looks a little different than the Lady known to Alexandrie, yes, but it’s her. Or, it appears to be her, until the moment Alexandrie registers what is being spoken, to whom it is being spoken, the shake of Loki’s shoulders—
“Change your seeming.” Her voice from the doorway is low and clear and clipped, with all the frozen threat of river ice cracking underfoot.
“You will not wear her face, nor use her voice, to prey—” Spat, more venom than word, “—upon the son she loved so well. You desecrate her memory and I will not have it.”
It’s spoken as if a mortal mundane woman’s voice carried power here. As if— in a simple dress cut to allow for arm and shoulder tightly bound to cushion burn, to make stable what had broken— her body could force anything at all. There is nothing in Alexandrie’s form or face as she stalks slowly into the room but a cold and steady fury pointed towards the thing that dares hurt where she loves— one too absolute to allow for fear to sneak in past it— backed by a will forged of something far past iron.
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The Lady of Asgard looks a little different than the Lady known to Alexandrie, yes, but it’s her. Or, it appears to be her, until the moment Alexandrie registers what is being spoken, to whom it is being spoken, the shake of Loki’s shoulders—
“Change your seeming.” Her voice from the doorway is low and clear and clipped, with all the frozen threat of river ice cracking underfoot.
“You will not wear her face, nor use her voice, to prey—” Spat, more venom than word, “—upon the son she loved so well. You desecrate her memory and I will not have it.”
It’s spoken as if a mortal mundane woman’s voice carried power here. As if— in a simple dress cut to allow for arm and shoulder tightly bound to cushion burn, to make stable what had broken— her body could force anything at all. There is nothing in Alexandrie’s form or face as she stalks slowly into the room but a cold and steady fury pointed towards the thing that dares hurt where she loves— one too absolute to allow for fear to sneak in past it— backed by a will forged of something far past iron.
No. No, no, no.