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Seventh Movement, Fifth Verse

The hall of Asgard where the Aesir and Vanir held council and feast is silent now, with chill winter wind blowing through the gaping holes in the walls and ceiling. The ground has dried leaves upon it where the great ash-tree has shed into the hall, and all appears silent. The artefacts and weapons which once hung on the walls are broken or gone, and no trace remains of the Asgardian weapons. All is mostly silent, but for the whisper of the wind and the occasional flap of a birds' wings.

Rafael steps, hesitantly, through the center of the room, towards the broken throne which stands at the apex of the table.

Mikal drifts quietly after him, glancing around thoughtfully. If she were going to make sure something survived... she isn't sure where she'd hide it.

As Rafael nears the throne, his form shimmers slightly, blurring and lengthening, until at last when he stops walking and stands a few arm-lengths from the throne, he is a young androgenous man, wearing a plain, simple but red-hued tunic. He stands there, looking at the throne for a very long time, his expression a mixture of emotions.

Mikal walks up behind him, putting her arms around him in silent commiseration. There are tears on her face, but she doesn't bother trying to wipe them away. She just leans her head against Loki and stays with him -- it's the least she feels she can do for him.

Norris was helping to search, but when he notices the transformation, he almost drops what he was holding, staring in awe at Raphael become Loki. It is the first time he's seen the shapechanger in person, not counting those brief dream sequences from before the Godswar. He keeps his distance, though, as if afraid he might get in the way. His focus is now wholely on Loki wondering what, if anything, he might say.

Jareth blinks as he comes to in the hall, catching his breath at the sadness of the destruction.

Loki takes Mikal's hands, and finally just says quietly, "It's not right. He was an ornery, sexist, womanizing, selfish, cantankerous cuss... but he did some good. He didn't ignore his worshippers. I wouldn't have fallen for him ages ago -- before the Norse made me Laufeyjarlsen -- if I didn't think he wasn't more than just a fun tumble."

Mikal gently squeezes Loki's hands and smiles a bit tearfully up at him, "You both did good, big brother... and he lives still in your memory, yes?"

Norris notices Jareth out of the corner of his eye, and gestures for him to join them, his face grim and sad.

Jareth slips over and rests a hand lightly on Loki's arm.

Loki nods softly, swallowing. "Y-yes. He does live in my mem... memory...." His voice trails off as he hears the flapping of wings again. "...Memory?"

Norris's hand goes to his mace, then, at the flapping of wings. He first things, 'angel'. And then he realized what Loki said, and his breath catches. One of the One-eye's ravens?

Mikal looks up wonderingly -- wasn't that the name of one of the ravens? "Munin? And... Hugin, Thought and Memory, yes? Are they here?" She glances around, then blanches, "Oh, dear goddess -- could the Fenris Wolf, your son, still be here and bound?"

Loki nods slowly, then shakes his head. "I don't know... but there weren't many birds here, only those two irascible rats-on-the-wing...."

Mikal laughs at that, then cranes her neck back to look almost straight up, "Weren't there an eagle and a falcon at the top of the tree? ...a gossipy squirrel too, wasn't there? I wonder if he'd know where the- no, wait!" She looks confusedly at Loki, "Don't you know where he was bound?"

Jareth smiles to himself and murmurs, "Ratatosk..." then he blinks, wondering where that name came from.

Norris's brow knits a skosh at mention of Fenris. He would not have anyone imprisoned, but...like Cain, or like Adad had been, freeing him might cause other problems.

Mikal blinks at Jareth, then beams, "Yes! That was it!"

Loki murmurs, "Yes, there were. But in the hall, Hugin and Munin would chase them off like jealous husbands." He looks around, but there's no sign of the two shy ravens. "Any suggestions on getting the little blighters to show themselves?"

Jareth says, "Meat. They're ravens, yes? Do we have some meat to lure them with?"

Mikal smiles a bit sadly, "I don't know... but can we check where Fenris was bound, please? I... well, I would not see anyone left bound like that, still. I'd like to know he's either dead, or free."

Mikal thinks a bit at Jareth's comment, then pulls out the rabbit sacrifice she'd carefully tucked into her pack, tightly wrapped in fresh green leaves, for later cooking. She pulls her short hunting knife and cuts off the forelegs, laying them out on part of the shattered great table. She thinks a moment more, then smiles faintly and moves the two pieces, clambering carefully up onto the big chair at the head of the hall to set one rabbit leg on each perch.

Norris is more than happy to go find Fenrir with Mikal, but he admits, he's awful curious to see if Thought and Memory can be coaxed out.

After setting the rabbit on the perches, it is silent; even the birds wings have stopped flapping. All four get the very distinct impression that they're being watched.

Mikal re-wraps the rabbit remains and tucks it away, then gives Loki a pleading look, "Lead us to where he was bound, please? You don't have to look, big brother... but I really need to know."

Jareth shifts to be in shadow a bit, "Go on. I'll be here. I'll watch for the birds."

Norris nods. "Maybe they'll be less skittish with fewer folk about."

Loki nods slowly. "Right... right, let's... let's see if we can find him... he should be down below, in a petrified section of the Worlds-Ash...."

Mikal nods and gives Jareth a tight hug, "Blessings, lover. Call if you need us, yes?" She turns back to Loki, gently taking his hand and glancing up at his face, "Come, please?"

Loki leads the group out a passage in the side of the hall. Outside, it's like a vast forest is itself growing on this branch of Yggdrasil. As he leaves the hall, he blurs again, becoming the same raptor-wolf that the others are more familiar with, if a bit less 'raptor' and a bit more 'wolf.' The sun filters through a cloud-filled sky, as he leads them down a path in the side of a stony spot, a path that leads down between what might have once been ripples or break in the bark but which is now petrified.

Meanwhile, as the others leave, Jareth and Norris can hear a brief flapping of wings in the rafters, and for a brief moment a shadow passes through a ray of light that comes through one of the holes in the ceiling.

Mikal strokes her foster-brother's thick ruff, her expression pensive. She smiles, murmuring, "I know, Norris will keep Jareth safe... I'm just being silly, sorry. Go on?"

Ravens aren't Lilith's birds, but these birds are symbols of thought and wisdom like her owl. The goddess in the boy's body watches from the corner of her eye, not staring directly at the bait.

Norris ends up deciding to stay with Jareth, just out of common sense. If Fenrir is still alive, and if he needs freeing, well, they can get the smith's help then. But Jareth shouldn't be left alone...and Norris is plenty good at being quiet and still, while Jareth coaxes the watchers out of hiding.

Norris does looks distastefully at the ruin of the hall, though. In his own mind, he thinks of what would have to be done to make this place livable again. The creator in him rather keyed to making this place glorious once more. Which brings him to thoughts of Olympus...what devastation there must be there, as well!

Mikal and Rafael go down the petrified ravine, finding the cavern that the Fenriswulf had been imprisoned within. It is a dim cave, and even as they approach it, they can all but tell that it's unnaturally still.

It takes some time for their eyes to adjust, but shortly they can see a bit better within. There are no echoes but for their footsteps, and the clink of metal when Mikal's foot nudges against a thick black iron chain.

In the hall, there is a sudden quick fluttering, black winged shapes that flit through the air to the throne, and -- holy hell, those are big ravens. Easily twice the size of a normal bird, they perch on the throne and start to rip eagerly at the rabbit hung there.

Norris smiles, taking care not to look at the inky black birds. "What do you know." he murmurs.

Mikal looks around and frowns in perplexity, then crouches to touch the chain. "That's... odd..." She straightens, looking around again with her hands on her hips, "Raph, are you sure this is the right place? There's no way that chain held the Fenrisulf, and I don't see Gleipnir anywhere...?"

Jareth smiles a little and reaches into his pack for some of the jerky that they've been giving the gryphkits for toys and snacks. He rips some of it off and tosses it carefully to the ground several feet away, voice soft as he says, "Gorgeous, aren't they?"

Raphael wurfs softly and notes that the Aesir went through a few chains before finding one that could hold the Fenriswulf. Deeper in is where he should be. But Raph is sounding and feeling antsy; surely they'd have noticed it's presence by now.

The sound of the jerky landing on the ground makes both ravens pause and look up at it, eerily silent for the moment. They seem to look at each other with one eye, then one of them flaps lightly to the ground, walking slowly and sideways to the piece of jerky; the other is watching carefully.

Norris is, sadly, not familiar with birds at all. But he does turn his head careful to get their measure. "Very impressive." he agrees. "One would almost think them hunting birds, from the size." Curious to see if the birds regard them sapiently, he gives a slight nod to the one watching.

Mikal pads slowly and quietly deeper into the cavern; it does not surprise her at all that the Fenrisulf might remain utterly silent upon hearing someone entering his ravine. She can't imagine how horrible it would be to be trapped and bound, hearing the sounds of battle all around and not being able to do anything about it. She murmurs softly, "Raphael, dear brother... would you wait here at the entrance, and guard my back?" She doesn't want the big raptor wolf to have to see anything terrible, if his son is already dead... and if the Fenrir is still there, then perhaps he'll be less agitated at sight of one small girl.

Jareth smiles a bit, "Scavengers, really. But wise. Even a normal raven can be taught to speak." His voice is soft, "And these are not normal."

Mikal knows the wolf was bound and put in or next to a lake, so she walks carefully. She tucks her hunting dagger away, though -- no need to alarm Fenris if he's still here.

Norris huhs at Jareth...he wasn't aware. That said, he fights any impulse to make Poe jokes.

Norris's movement seems to catch the attention of the one on the throne-perch. It opens its mouth, black tongue sticking out, giving a faint, soft croak; the sound seems to make the other one pause for a moment, before it gobbles up the jerkey and hops back, apparently now eyeing the two visitors openly.

Raphael hesitates, then agrees, and remains near the entrance. Mikal for her part delves deeper into the cave. It twists and turns, and at one point it does indeed start to widen. She hears the faint dripping of moisture dripping off of stalactites.

Mikal looks around in silent wonder as she drifts through the winding cave... what would a rope made of impossibilities look like, she ponders? She wonders what the Fenrir looked like too. He must have been truly amazing, to be so feared... by gods.

Jareth tosses another morsel of jerky, this one a little closer to his own place in the shadows, "Handsome birds," He croons, "Wise, handsome birds." He's slowly slipping into the mindset of Lilith, humming a little under his breath. It's unlikely, he knows, that he'll be able to catch them, but he wants to get close enough to see how healthy they are.

Norris flicks his eyes to look at Jareth...and then he dares to try. "I am Norris, and this is Jareth. We humbly ask your hospitality." he addresses the birds. The fact that they seem to work together is hopeful...and he absently wonders if they are pairbonded. He is absently glad the kits are not here. They'd want to play.

Both birds look at the two as they speak. They even watch the mortals as they switch places neatly, to let the other raven get a chance at jerky. They don't look terribly healthy, in fact they look rather starved, though their feathers aren't falling out or look damaged; they're probably just really incredibly hungry.

After they switch, the one on the throne is watching Jareth carefully as the other raven hops towards the jerky, though he addresses Norris: "What is it you want?" it croaks. It's hard to tell inflection, since it is speaking with a bird's vocal cords.

In the cave, Mikal comes upon a wide cavern. The water is somewhat unpleasant to smell, and a little murky. As Mikal is stepping into the cavern, she feels something against her feet, something heavy and chain-like though she can't see it.

Jareth smiles as the raven speaks, "At the moment, I want to see if the pair of you need food or healing. We brought someone back here."

Mikal wrinkles her nose as she looks around -- she hopes she's not going to have to go into that nasty, rank pond to search. She blinks, looking down in some surprise as she almost trips -- then very carefully nudges with one foot, checking to see what exactly this invisible thing is which she's bumped up against.

Norris's eyes widen. Looking at Jareth, the expression on his face is pretty plain. If one had to guess, it's 'Oh my goodness, an animal-shaped person that's not a fox just talked to me.' And inside his head, Hephaestus chuckles at Norris. Such a boy, sometimes. He nods his head in agreement to Jareth's words. "We came to honor the fallen, and hoped to see if any remained of the Aesir and Vanir."

The raven on the perch cocks its head to Jareth as the other one gobbles the jerky in a quick pounce, hopping back. "Yes, yes. Loki. Figured of all Aesir and Vanir and jotun-blood, he would survive."

The other raven flits back to the empty throne perch. "Looked different than when he left. Humbler. More tired. Where has he been?"

Mikal isn't sure, but she thinks it feels like a chain. When she tries to look at it directly, she can't see anything; only the hint of something out of the corner of her eye. She slowly feels her way along the invisible thing, going down on one knee to run slender, strong fingers along it as she tries to figure it out. She turns her head so she's looking down the length, trying to figure out what it leads to on both ends. Or rather, looking down the length of it that she can feel.

Norris purses his lips, unsure if he should respond...but really, if he can't trust the ravens. "Mortal. Like the rest of us. Sleeping in the wheel of life."

Jareth nods, "Hiding. Looking. We've been trying to gather together enough threads of strength to save so many worlds."

Norris wasn't going to put it quite that way. But yes, they were hiding. There is no shame in it.

The two ravens begin picking at the rabbit meat, alternating so one can talk at each time, and a little more sedately. "And why does the prodigal return to Asgard?"

The chain runs deeper into the cavern, fortunately skirting the lake. At some point though, up ahead, she thinks that she sees the chain ending around where a silver-headed pilum lance lies on the ground, near a rather plain shortsword that's been bent somewhat.

Norris spreads his hands. He's surprised they ravens are so cool about it...but then, it is Loki. And they are starving, and understandably suspicious. "Looking for family." It's not for him to speak of Loki's feelings.

Jareth is shredding some more jerky for the birds, "Sure you heard us speaking before?"

Mikal frowns as she studies the items ahead of her... then she picks up the invisible chain or rope and starts coiling it neatly about one arm, following where it leads her. An invisible and supposedly unbreakable rope might be useful... although she wishes, in a way, it still bound the Fenrir. She would have loved to see the poor wolf finally freed. She sighs softly as she mentally amends: if he's dead, that's a form of freedom too, really.

The second one to speak speaks now. "Not many family for Loki here. Odinn, maybe. Thor, sort of." Then the other: "Surprised Loki considered coming back here. Unless he's looking for something."

As Mikal nears the lance and the sword, she can see the markings and make of them much clearer. The lance is clearly angelic in design, and seems to be thrust trough a loop of the invisible rope. The bent sword is of more Norse design, and almost certainly was the sword that had been thrust between the Fenriswulf's jaws.

Mikal stops, looking down at the pitiful remains and blinking back tears. She's glad she didn't bring Raphael back here. She sniffs hard, rubbing her eyes with the back of one hand, then doggedly continues coiling up the rope. So she couldn't save the poor son of her beloved half-brother... that doesn't make her a bad person! She tried, at least.

Norris is suddenly getting irritated. "Maybe he made mistakes, maybe he's not perfect. But he's alone. All of us, we have no one but each other...and maybe that's enough, but surely he's entitled to the pain of having lost everyone and everything that once mattered to him." he growls.

The two ravens are quiet at that; one appears to be completely unperturbed, the other looks... thoughtful. "Is true," that one says. "Aren't many left. Rattatosk, and us. No gods or giants." The other croaks, "Loki half-giant. Even more diminished by loss."

Mikal gathers the rest of the rope, not finding any other evidence of the Fenriswulf other than the chain/rope and the positioning of the pilum.

Mikal finishes coiling up the last of the rope, then sits down on a boulder to tuck it neatly into her backpack. She stares down at the oddly invisible thing for a few heartbeats before closing her pack... and that's when it all hits her. Strangely, it is the thought of poor Fenris, murdered while he was helpless and unable to defend himself, that cracks her former calm. The small girl wraps her arms around her backpack, curling around it and crying silently. The tears roll down her face as she sobs, one fist pressed against her mouth to keep silence... as Mikal and Inanna both are momentarily overwhelmed by the ocean of grief within them.

Norris sighs, the energy draining from him. Perhaps his own grief and loss mingled in with the sympathy for the Skywalker. "We feared as much, but we had to know." He pauses, and regards the ravens. "Why do you stay? Surely there might be more food and shelter elsewhere. We could take you some place better. Ratatosk too. I know that Loki would not have you suffering. You too would be family to him, I suspect."

Jareth feels his heart go heavy in his chest, a pang for the loss of one more of the old ones, "Fenrisulf is gone, then?"

Memory says, "Don't know. Haven't gone to his cave. But saw angels go in and angels come out."

Thought adds, "Fenriswulf did not like us too much, either."

Memory: "Nobody did. We were Odinn's spies, after all."

Norris shakes his head. "You're no one's spies, now. No one cares about that any more."

Thought adds, in answer to Norris's question: "Where could we go? Have noplace else. Been all over Dreamtime. Seen much. Seen everything. But where can stay? Stay for long in once place, will be recognized."

Jareth feels tears stinging his eyes and he tosses out some more jerky for the starving birds.

The ravens seem content for the time being to nibble at the jerky bit by bit, being content to alternate between which one nibbles and which one talks.

Norris's face gets hard. "Things change. Adad stays in one place now, right at the foot of the Architect's tower, and the angels cannot dislodge him. We already work to right things, and depose this tyranny. You could survive, and thrive." he says confidently, feeling the volcano god's base in his voice. "But if you wish to stay in relative anonymity till we can prove it, we can at least offer news when it is over and done."

Mikal eventually runs out of tears, sitting there with her tear-wet cheeks slowly drying as she stares numbly at the rancid pool -- all that remains of the unjustly destiny-doomed wolf.

The ravens blink. "Adad as well?" THought says. "This is interesting. Had not expected this...."

Norris grins, almost impishly. "Where Loki is active, expect the unexpected." he drawls.

Mikal feels Loki's arms come around her, as he gently rests his head beside hers, holding her as they both look at the lake.

Thought worries on a piece of jerky, while Memory says, "Would cause trouble, for certain. Adad son of El Amon Re, locked away somewhere. If is free...."

Thought continues: "If is free, then is something new. Yes, yes; would like to know if is safe for when to go out and about more visibly." Thought pauses. "And what would be wanting in return?"

Norris looks amused. "The comfort of knowing you are well, and your friendship."

Mikal leans her head against Loki, grief welling up in her throat again. Huskily she whispers, "I -- I'm sorry, big brother... I so wanted to do something... something wonderful for you, after all the times you've taken care of me!" She sniffles and closes her eyes, turning her head into Loki's hug.

Norris headtilts. "Unless in all your travels, you might know something, anything, that might help us further weaken the Architect's influence." he adds as an afterthought.

Loki holds Mikal tightly; his breath is shaky. "What could any of us have done?" he says quietly. "On some level we knew this would happen when we leaped into the Mirror, when the Architect began his pogrom. We knew that when we remembered, truly remembered, we would come back and find... find all the people we knew from our times as deities... our siblings, our parents, our lovers...." He cannot bring himself to finish it, instead tightening his embrace. "But I promise you this: I've lost my daughter, my son, my wife, my once-lover and half-brother. I will not be loosing you, or Jareth, or Norris."

Mikal starts crying again. She doesn't mean to, but she's starting to feel worn out and hopeless. She shifts enough to wrap her arms tightly around Loki and cries wearily on his shoulder.

The ravens look at each other. Memory says, "Saw great massacre of angels at Jericho recently. Many angels killed."

Thought continues: "Was not pretty sight. Well, angels alone are not pretty sight. This even less pretty. Even less so than rout at Mount Meru."

Norris blinks. "There was a battle there? Who did the angels fight?"

Jareth asks with a hint of startlement, "You were there?" He blinks. Of course, they are ravens.

Norris wonders if angel eyes are edible. And grimaces at the image.

Memory croaks, "Fought mortals. Many, many mortals. Some rakshasa. But mostly mortals."

Thought says, "Ha-legion of angels tried to get town to bend knee to Architect. They declined. Violently."

Memory blinks at Jareth, "Yes. Were there, briefly. Is what we do. Go up and down upon the land, and back and forth across it."

Norris glances at Jareth. "Apparently all our hard work crossing and recrossing the mirror has been having an impact. More and more standing up and fighting."

Jareth nods, feeling his heart racing, "And Raven... what do you know of her?"

Norris peers at the ravens. "Have you been to the Architect's mountain? Seen, perhaps, the elusive Metatron?" he queries in addition, wondering if the ravens are good enough spies that they could steal into the heart of El-Amon-Re's power.

Loki says softly, "Sh-h-h... don't cry, little sister. It won't happen, I promise.... You won't let it happen."

Memory and Thought glance at each other. "Raven," Memory says, "Throne of Death. Saw here about her business recently after long absence."

Thought, now: "Nobody outside of Mount Zion sees Metatron." Oh, how coy, because he then says, "Was not easy. Saw him once."

Memory nods, "Once, yes. Was walking down hall. We were in rafters. Didn't do more than see him. Was not safe there. Were not under orders to spy on him."

Thought: "So we did not tarry."

Jareth's eyes brighten for a moment. This is more than anyone else has been able to tell them, "What sort of face does he wear?"

Norris perks, a grin crossing his face. "Clever, sneaky ravens." he chortles in a sort of echo of Jareth's earlier comment.

Memory cocks his head. "Has... face like any other."

Thought: "What are asking?"

Jareth says, "I want to know him when I see him. And it would be good to know how you got in."

Norris says, "We're awful curious to know what he looks like, as well. We highly suspect he is the poisonous voice in the Architect's ear, if not running the whole show."

Thought and Memory glance at each other, then look at Jareth. They hop off the throne, and begin to... well, 'stalk' is the best word. "Then," Thought says, "hold still."

Memory: "Will only hurt a little."

Thought: "Look into our e-y-e-s...."

Jareth tenses up a little, but this is too important to say no to.

Norris twitches when the ravens mention eyes, but does not act. Yet.

The ravens loom large in Jareth's sight, to the point where it becomes impossible to see anything but black feathery bodies; it's disconcertingly much like when Raven brought him back to life. The pair of luminous yellow ravens' eyes, though, fill his sight, and suddenly with a massive headache, Jareth sees exactly what the two ravens had seen and comprehended when they slipped into Mount Zion.

It had been a risky endeavour; Zion's defenses are strong. But after careful observation the two ravens noticed that the defenses were much like thsoe on Mount Meru: Since flying was the only way to approach, normally, that was what was defended against. But there were a few old paths, most of which were broken down long since and couldn't be reached without flying anyway. The ravens flew to one of tehse paths, and walked in under the defenses, and proceded to hide like fluffy-feathered ninjas -- Jareth gets the distinct impression that they enjoy that part of their work entirely too much.

They spent three days on Mount Zion; much of he information they got was of dubious utility, like where the birdbaths are located, and the stained glass windows on the endless cathedrals. But they did catch sight of the Metatron; and as they said, he looks plain and unassuming. In fact, he looks mortal-sized. The image they had of him was when he was speaking sternly with an archangel that Jareth recognizes as Uriel. He appears to be Middle Eastern, clean-shaven, and otherwise rather plain and average while still giving an impression of politesse and taste.

Jareth can't help reaching up his hands to press at his temples as if trying to squeeze out the pain that comes with the sudden flood of knowledge.

Then as suddenly as it began, it ends. Jareth finds himself in the present with a massive headache, and the two ravens looking at him; Memory is preening himself. Thought cocks his head, his beak parted and his tongue sticking out. "Are well? Is disconcerting. Odinn never got used to it."

Jareth nods and continues to rub his temples. He's not even aware he's sunk down to sit on the floor, "I'll live."

Norris is kneeling at Jareth's back, massaging his shoulders. "What was it like?"

Jareth says, "Like... like having my head pried open and having new thoughts shoved in."

Norris grimaces at that visual, and nods appreciatively to the ravens. "Thank you for your insight, friends, discomfort aside. With any luck, this whole mess will be over and done soon, and you can fly where you wish without fear of reprisal. Loki or someone will come to bring you news." he assures.

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