kingoftheravens:

    Loki had to laugh softly at her words before he pretended to purse his lips as though in thought. It was not terribly difficult to scramble up the tree she was in and inch his way out onto the branch she hung upside down from. Granted, he was no graceful elf nor any graceful being at all, so his ascent was probably a bit more clumsy than it should’ve been. “There is a man I know, Odin, who once hung from a tree for nine days and nine nights straight, pierced with his own spear, in order to learn wisdom that would make him powerful,” he spoke, sitting on the branch and allowing his feet to dangle off. “He also gave one of his eyes so he could drink from a magical well to also obtain wisdom.”

With laughter at his silent refusal, she elegantly recoiled back to the upright world. Inhaling deeply, her bloodflow returning. It was almost humorous as he climbed and scooted on the branch. He could never be an elf, she mused in humor, stifling a laugh or two. With her legs crossed, she listened with a raised brow. “You know odd people then. Do you think after all he did, it made him wise?” She looked out into the woodlands, “I have never known wisdom to have a price, beyond life or death. War brings wisdom- as well as life or death, but the wisdom it brings is to remain far from it, but few can. No one ever asks for war.”
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