( hitch your wagon to a star )

[bottecellie]

the stargazing meme

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prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

taken from here.

Comments

#9

[notjust_alady]

[Rare was the occasion that Lady Sif ever had an evening to herself. Between training with the Warriors, or forced to sit through another celebratory feast honoring the elder Prince while he regaled the population with endless stories of their latest adventure, it seemed like centuries. Gladly, the night was quiet, the House of Odin calm with only the crackle of wood burning in the giant pit set in the middle of one of the lesser common rooms.

Sif stood on the balcony, head tipped back and dark eyes thoughtfully trying to draw imaginary lines to create a picture. Only judging by her furrowed brow, it was obvious she was having no luck with it.]

[justabitoffun]

[Loki had not meant to happen upon the warrior goddess all alone this night but when he saw her there with her brows furrowed as if glaring unconsciously at the night sky he could not help but linger for a moment more to observe. He glanced up at the dark sky and saw the stars shining brightly tonight and wondered what about them was so troubling the lady. Daringly, he decided to approach and ask.]

A drop of the sea's fire for your thoughts, my lady. Why do you look at the sky so askance?

[notjust_alady]

[Too caught up to even hear him enter, Sif found herself jump slightly when she heard voice, as quiet as it was. She had believed him to be in his room, nose deep in one of his books. Not that she had been thinking of him..

As she met his gaze, the smile she intended to greet him with turned somewhat embarrassed.]

The stars. I fear my lessons as a girl have all been lost. I was trying to recall the arrangements.

[justabitoffun]

No one begrudges a fierce warrior forgetting things as frivolous as the constellations of the stars.

[Perhaps it was a bit more condescending than he meant to be but that was simply how he spoke. He honestly did not expect her to remember them anymore than he expected Thor to. However, it did not stop him from sidling closer to her and pointing up at the sky with the intent of "aiding her to remember"--or in other words, impressing upon the fact that he knew them all.]

There. Do you see that one to the left? At a forty-five degree angle upward. It has a pattern around it that forms into a pack of wolves. Mikill ulveskare.

[notjust_alady]

[Condescending was not at all how she took it. Truthfully, she didn't believe she should simply be excused for such ignorance, but she wouldn't speak if that.

Nor would she speak of how close he was to her.

She followed his hand, eyes searching for it and nodded when she did.]

I see it. What is the the legend behind it?

[justabitoffun]

A perfect story for a night like this.

[Loki settled into the role of story-teller quite easily. If there was one thing the warriors liked about having Loki sulking about their feast halls when he was feeling particularly lonely--or, far more likely, his brother had dragged him along after one of their ridiculous adventures--it was Loki's sure gift with his silver tongue. The Trickster was excellent at story telling; whether it was an epic legend of old or a recent adventure full of over-the-top exaggeration in boasting, Loki knew just how to weave the tale for the best reactions and created much entertainment of all those gathered around. And it never failed to excite and enrapture any of his audiences the subtle--or not so subtle when the timing was right--usage of his magic for supplemental imagery.

Tonight he was somber in his telling as befit the night and the tale alike. He used his hands to shape the story as much figuratively with his slight gestures here and there as literally whenever he used the movement to guide his magic. The ghostly image of wolves danced across the night sky starting from the constellation point on the horizon and returning there at the end of his story as if to fade back into their proper place in the night sky, as was once their fate so long ago according to legend, watching a never-ending vigil in the sky.

The story ended and a lonely howl went off in the distance followed by a chorus of responding howls. Loki's eyes darted out to the horizon giving the impression that the coincidence startled him. (Though who was to say it was not his own doing and but a ruse as he was wont to do.) He glanced back at Sif with a sheepish smile and shrugged it away.]