║Real Men Go Hunting ♚ King & Storm║
It streamed through the gossamer curtains to his brilliant golden chambers and illuminated the room with a warm luminescence in preparation for the day. Birds chirped their morning songs and the soft clink of armour outside sounding from the changing guard signalled the time to be perfect for waking. It was almost like home.
Sighing gently into the warm skin of his husband’s chest, the god reminisced about Asgard, their true realm, with so many memories flooding back into his buzzing mind. Flitting here and there through the paths of time a smile was slowly brought to his pale features at the idea of a hunt, a pursuit of old, and just how much enjoyment he gained from so simple a pleasure. He would hunt this day, this beautiful Midgardian day…but who was he to take with him upon such a daring, possibly dangerous journey? While the King’s initial thoughts turned to the Aesir firmly in his sleepy embrace, he internally shook his head. No, Game needed rest, and someone would have to remain at home with their newborn baby.
His thoughts processed each and every one of the souls he knew, swiftly falling upon one of whom he had little acquaintance, but much intelligence. Storm. The Jotun was huge, strong, and more than anything he was a fit match for any god. With the challenge in mind and his destination set he quickly dressed, wrote a note, gave a kiss to the still slumberous Thunderer in his bed, then made his way toward the stables with the express purpose of hastening to the Chateau that was the abode of so many people from realms other than the one upon which he stood.
Riding over through the city of London itself upon his black stallion to the abode of the Covey members, of which his brother was leader, the monarch dismounted outside the large doors and left his horse with a few words of encouragement upon the lawn in search of the brother-twin he hoped to bring with him upon the adventurous quest.
Ascending the steps with purpose and greeting those he passed despite the early hour, Loki finally found himself standing before the room in question. Giving a roll to each eager shoulder, the Trickster knocked firmly upon the wood of Storm’s door, eyes swirling with excitement even before they departed the country. When the aperture opened, the recipient was met with the regal ruler’s respectful nod of the head and out of his royal mouth came as a smooth purr, “Salutations, my friend…”