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Animal Transformation Meme

So everything is normal this morning. The sun is shining (or maybe it’s raining, or maybe it’s snowing, or maybe you’re in space), you’re in bed (or hammock, or cot, or pile of hay) and everything is good (or not). Except for one tiny thing.

You’re an animal.

Why are you an animal? How do you change back? Who knows! It’s an adventure, right?!

Instructions:

► Post your character with name, series, and what animal they are in the subject
► Tag by going to RNG and roll a number 1-8
► Roll with the scenario given and play it out.
► Have fun!

1. The Evil Sorcerer/Sorceress: You transformed the poor victim into an animal, it’s all your fault. But why? Well, clearly, you’re going to tell them right now.
2. The Captor: You’ve found the poor thing on the side of the road, or maybe in your friend’s room. So you’ve taken them home as your pet. You wonder why they’re acting so strangely...
3. Looking to Adopt: Somehow, they’ve ended up in the pet shop, looking to be adopted. You’re looking for a new pet and they might just be perfect
4. My Hero!: So someone was pulling on their tail or trying to feed them to a cat or something. You’ve come in to save the day!
5. The Food Chain: You’re an animal, too! Too bad they just happen to be your favorite snack.
6. Animal Bros: You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours? It’s a hard world for an animal out there! Since we’re both of the non-human persuasion, let’s help each other out.
7. Fairy Tale Endings: So the story’s coming to an end, and you need something to transform back into your normal self. This calls for True Love’s Kiss.... or the kiss of the closest princess around.
8.Free roll: Whatever one you want! Or a mix, or all, or none!

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[She pursed her lips at that, frankly just glad he'd only stepped on letters, and hadn't accidentally deleted anything.

Backspacing, she was about to shove him off when instead, on a whim, she pulled up a blank Word document, and shifted the computer toward him. It would be better than trying to interpret meows, if he could figure out how to type like this.]

Have at. [But if he tried to scratch her screen, she'd be pissed.]

[ Loki gave the agent a suspicious look, but he decided it give it a go again after all. Now that he was given free reign, he took a minute to think of what he wanted to type. ]

u9

[ He stopped, looking down at the area he pressed. That wasn't the I he wanted. Figuring out that it was because his paw was still too big despite his small size, he tried again, carefully this time. ]

u9i am

[ Glad that he was getting results this time, he made a soft delighted noise and went a little faster. ]

u9i am hungrhy

[She watches him, blank faced, eyes flicking between the screen and where his paw is going. She has the sentence a few seconds before it appears fully formed.]

There's the rest of the tuna.

[She slides off the bed, barefoot against the floor, and crosses around to the door - though she never lets him out of sight.] Come on.

[Because she could starve him. She might even be tempted to. But neither of them will be fully happy with this situation, so she doesn't see why she shouldn't...pamper him. At least for now.

[ Loki recalled the tuna, the canned fish that really didn't taste half as bad as he expected. Glad that he wasn't picked up again, he hopped off the bed to follow after her. No, he wasn't eager. If he was a few steps ahead, it was merely because it was every right of his to have the mortal following behind.

When they got to the kitchen, he was leaping everywhere, floor to chair to table, until he found himself stuck on the table and too far to make it to the counter where the can was. ]

Niaaaao.

[ He circled the table then, waiting for her to bring the food to him because, if she dared not to, 'not fully happy' would be the least of her worries. As he already demonstrated with one lab in semi-ruins, he could be very destructive if he wished to be. ]

[She read it as eager. At least she didn't smile at it, he'd have that to placate him. Instead, Natasha watched him, wary, because if he gave her a repeat performance of Stark's lab, she was going to be revisit the throw Loki out the window idea.

Instead, though, he trapped herself, and this time she did allow herself a faint smile. She was leaning against the counter, by the can, and was tempted to go pick him up and bring him here, just for the glare she'd get - but no, that was more work than was worthwhile.

Straightening, Natasha grabbed the can and brought it over, sliding it to him across the table.]

Don't get used to being waited on, [she warned dryly.]

[ Yes, that was him snorting and acting in arrogant cat behavior as he walked the table once to survey that no strings were attached, no sense of danger, before he went to half finished can on the table. He was a prince. That she should be serving him was natural.

There was also a certain sense of satisfaction knowing he got her to do that, no matter how small of a task it actually was.

Without ceremony, he dug into the can of tuna. Somehow it was even tastier than last time, truly the most excellent thing in all of Midgard. As his hungry belly filled, Loki stretched and, he couldn't help it, purred lightly. ]

[Oh, that was rich. Almost adorable. Actually, it would definitely have been adorable, if it had been anyone else. Though she was tempted to roll her eyes and leave him to it, she decided to stay, leaning against the table and watching him. Smirking. Because eventually he'd realize that he was being an adorable, non-sentient animal, and she had a feeling that would tick him off.

And if it took too long, she'd just start petting him. It was a good reminder.]

[ Self absorbed and in true feline fashion ignoring most things around him, he didn't notice nor cared about his audience. He ate, finished, licked his face and paw and...

Oh Nornir, she was petting him.

The first touch got her an annoyed swipe with a paw, the majestic cat merely wishing to be left alone. The second time he batted at her hand again, this time turning his head to glare up at the agent and hiss softly, showing his claws.

But he was full, warm, and getting drowsy again. His heart really wasn't into it this time. ]

[The claws didn't really dissuade her for long, and eventually she feinted in one direction, and went in to pet him from another, scratching the back of his head. The smirk was in full force, but at least she wasn't laughing at him. That had to count for something.]

Come on. You're not sleeping out here.

Niao...

[ That might actually be grudging agreement although he made no move to actually follow her up. Rather, he was curling up where he stood, sat now, and continued to lazily bat at her hand before even that eventually gave up.

Not that he would ever admit it, and never express otherwise, but it didn't feel all that bad to be petted. Those scratches actually felt somewhat good, and he made a less irritated noise when she did it.

If he wasn't sleeping out here, then he would have to carry him back. ]

[All right, it was less amusing and more annoying, now. Natasha just rolled her eyes up toward the ceiling; she had work to do, and this definitely wasn't conducive to getting it done. Still, she wasn't leaving him out here to get into trouble.

So she scooped him up, balancing him in the crook of her arm and against her chest as she made her way back inside. Hoping he'd be too tired to notice, she tossed a pillow onto the floor by the bed again, and settled him - gently, this time - on it.]

[ He was tired enough to not mind being carried as long as it was gently and with the reverence he deserved, but Loki noticed. He always noticed. Even half asleep, when he was being lowered to somewhere annoyingly close to the ground, he noticed.

He waited until she released him before bounding up onto the bed. There was an agreement that the corner of it was his, and he intended to make full use of it. However, without the comfort of the pillow pillow, he ended up pacing the spot until he finally went over to her side to settle against her leg instead. ]

[Of course he noticed. She rolled her eyes when he jumped back onto the bed, but she didn't fight with him this time; a deal was a deal, she supposed, and she wasn't particularly worried about this one. So she crossed around to the other side, woke her laptop up, and began sorting through files, occasionally making notes in Russian, English, and typing in both with an electronic keyboard.

When he lay against her leg she paused, and looked down at him. He was cute, he was relatively harmless, but he was also Loki of Asgard, and he was one of the few people who had ever gotten to her. And that made him dangerous, even like this.

Still, she didn't move him. At least not for a while. Eventually she did stand, to put everything away - all back in their proper spot, Natasha was very neat - and she eyed him as she headed back for the bed.]

You have your own side.

[ Typing on that mysterious machine, he found out, had a very lulling rhythm that made it perfect to fall asleep to. He was actually dozing softly against her until she woke him by getting up. He glared bleary sullen green at her and watched with sleepy disinterest as she bustled to set things back in her room.

The problem was his side didn't have any pillows as she had thrown his onto the ground. So with a baleful look her way, he bounded over to where hers was and began to try to drag, pull, move the large thing several times his size over to his side just so he could have one. ]

[Natasha surprised herself by laughing, and paused at the foot of the bed to watch his endeavor. It was working a little more than she wanted it too, though, so she grabbed the pillow up off the floor, brushed it off (so he could see), and set it back in place before nudging him away from her pillow.]

Happy? [Climbing into bed, she maneuvered around him until she could sit on her side, watching him as she took her hair out of its bun. She still didn't trust him, not really, and she'd rather see him sleep first.]

[ At her laugh he cast her another green eyed glare and a twitch of his tail, but the look mellowed out when he saw she was picking up the other pillow and brushing it off for him. He accepted the nudge with a swipe back at her and her pillow, then turning as if it was his idea, he returned to knead his.

If she was waiting for him to sleep, it didn't take long at all. He kneaded the foamy softness twice, then walking around a bit, he settled upon it and curled to sleep. Tail tucked protectively over his nose, whole body folded as if to make himself a smaller target, he drifted off to sleep. ]

[He could glare all he wanted, it wasn't going to bother her. When his tail curled in over her nose, she settled own on her side, keeping him and the door in front of her. Old habits never really stop being habits.

She doesn't sleep so easily; instead, she watches him sleep, listens for breathing patterns. It takes almost twenty minutes, but eventually her own breathing patterns shift and her eyes close for the night.]

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