So, in the spirit of pico...
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wiseheart... I'm giving the short piece of original fic that insisted to be written, despite hellish temperatures, last night. I know I've posted a bunch of background info on LJ somewhere, but I seem unable to find it. So, I'm just posting this little appetizer on its own.
Notes: Yes, the Norse god Loki was called Skywalker long before Star Wars, thank you very much. He has the older claim by several centuries. *g*
Aphrodite is a Venus-like planet, the third in a system consisting of 12 planets; the sister world of Windswept-the-planet (not to be mistaken for Windswept-the-ship).
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Loki Skywalker was standing in the Council Chamber of the Earth-children; a room that was situated on the first forward deck of the Leviathan, the great, sentient and very much alive spaceship that had been the home of his people since the Apocalypse. The blue light reflecting from the thick mantle of clouds covering the entire surface of Aphrodite, Windswept’s closest neighbour, emphasized his sharp features, making him look even more different, more… alien than usual.
The hue of the reflected light matched the colour of his skin, which was steel grey, making his angular cheekbones stand out as if they had been shaped by a skilled diamond cutter. Silver was his thick, wavy hair, too, pure silver, and hung loosely around his hawkish face. It reached to his collar and only partially covered his elegantly shaped, pointed ears – a sure sign that he had a few genes from the Furies somewhere in his genetic make-up.
His eyes, pale golden like those of a hawk or like the endless sand dunes of the southern continent of the planet he rarely set foot on, had a slight metallic hue, too, making any attempt of warmth die in the bud. Not that he would mind it. Warmth was not part of his psychological profile.
Young warriors under his command often whispered that when Loki became angry, those cold, penetrating eyes would retreat into his skull and emanated rays that would make him so inhuman as if he had been one of the most dangerous mutations from the planet surface. And considering the creatures that populated a world that had once been thought to become the cradle of a new humankind, that was saying a lot.
Loki ignored such inane chatter. Firstly, he did not become angry. Ever. His genetic make-up allowed only a limited number of human emotions; spontaneous anger was not among them. What little genetic memory he had gained through the fact that a few Fury genes had been added to his mix after fertilization, handed down to him the belief that anger was a useless emotion. In a ridiculous discrepancy to the name given them by the first human colonists, the Furies ware an amazingly patient, peace-loving people who valued cooperation above most things.
Loki did not subscribe to this idealised pacifism, himself. He might be carrying a few Fury genes in his blood – many others did, too – but he was still mostly a human being, despite his distinctive looks. Besides, he was a warrior, and a ranking one.
More than that: he was the closest thing the Earth-children had to a warlord. He commanded the raider troops and coordinated the joint attacks on Windswept-the-ship, and the monsters on the surface, with the combat pilots of Thula. He was the one to negotiate with Lord Avakum, the chief warlord of Thula and with the rebel leaders down on the surface of Windswept-the-planet.
He was not, however, responsible for the safety of the Leviathan herself. That particular burden belonged to Aglaec-wif, and Loki was grateful for that.
That's it for starters. Ask questions if you're interested.
Notes: Yes, the Norse god Loki was called Skywalker long before Star Wars, thank you very much. He has the older claim by several centuries. *g*
Aphrodite is a Venus-like planet, the third in a system consisting of 12 planets; the sister world of Windswept-the-planet (not to be mistaken for Windswept-the-ship).
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Loki Skywalker was standing in the Council Chamber of the Earth-children; a room that was situated on the first forward deck of the Leviathan, the great, sentient and very much alive spaceship that had been the home of his people since the Apocalypse. The blue light reflecting from the thick mantle of clouds covering the entire surface of Aphrodite, Windswept’s closest neighbour, emphasized his sharp features, making him look even more different, more… alien than usual.
The hue of the reflected light matched the colour of his skin, which was steel grey, making his angular cheekbones stand out as if they had been shaped by a skilled diamond cutter. Silver was his thick, wavy hair, too, pure silver, and hung loosely around his hawkish face. It reached to his collar and only partially covered his elegantly shaped, pointed ears – a sure sign that he had a few genes from the Furies somewhere in his genetic make-up.
His eyes, pale golden like those of a hawk or like the endless sand dunes of the southern continent of the planet he rarely set foot on, had a slight metallic hue, too, making any attempt of warmth die in the bud. Not that he would mind it. Warmth was not part of his psychological profile.
Young warriors under his command often whispered that when Loki became angry, those cold, penetrating eyes would retreat into his skull and emanated rays that would make him so inhuman as if he had been one of the most dangerous mutations from the planet surface. And considering the creatures that populated a world that had once been thought to become the cradle of a new humankind, that was saying a lot.
Loki ignored such inane chatter. Firstly, he did not become angry. Ever. His genetic make-up allowed only a limited number of human emotions; spontaneous anger was not among them. What little genetic memory he had gained through the fact that a few Fury genes had been added to his mix after fertilization, handed down to him the belief that anger was a useless emotion. In a ridiculous discrepancy to the name given them by the first human colonists, the Furies ware an amazingly patient, peace-loving people who valued cooperation above most things.
Loki did not subscribe to this idealised pacifism, himself. He might be carrying a few Fury genes in his blood – many others did, too – but he was still mostly a human being, despite his distinctive looks. Besides, he was a warrior, and a ranking one.
More than that: he was the closest thing the Earth-children had to a warlord. He commanded the raider troops and coordinated the joint attacks on Windswept-the-ship, and the monsters on the surface, with the combat pilots of Thula. He was the one to negotiate with Lord Avakum, the chief warlord of Thula and with the rebel leaders down on the surface of Windswept-the-planet.
He was not, however, responsible for the safety of the Leviathan herself. That particular burden belonged to Aglaec-wif, and Loki was grateful for that.
That's it for starters. Ask questions if you're interested.
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