Loki tipped his head to the side, slightly. Everyone kept referring to his penchant for leather as a 'kink', and he wasn't sure he entirely understood it. Still, he supposed there was some sort of common thread running through it all; he would just have to discover it. "My mother wears gowns," he decided to settle on. He didn't bother to mention that he was adopted, and his resemblance to Frigga was faint at best. Still, no one could say he hadn't taken after her.
Ruby's grandmother was the sort of steely old woman that Loki suspected was secretly some sort of warrior or giant killer - she had that sort of strange way about her. Still, looking at her, smiling at her, Loki felt that odd sensation, the same he'd had when inspecting Ruby for anything otherworldly. It wasn't that a curse seemed to hang on her; it felt as if she was a curse. And her grandmother - Granny - felt the same to him. Did that make her dangerous, like a predator, or like rapids, or a rockslide? Was their danger incidental or personal? He wondered if he would discover it sooner rather than later.
While Ruby was scolded Loki didn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt or unsettle her. He just smiled faintly, and watched her leave. At the reprimand - it wasn't phrased as such, but it undoubtedly was - he turned his attention back to Granny. He remembered how Ruby had said she wouldn't mind her grandmother having an adverse reaction to him, and his own habit to try to charm anyone that may not like him. He wasn't sure what route he ought to truly take, but when he understood the core of what the woman was saying, he found he couldn't resist a third option.
"I have nothing but respect for Ruby," he said, deciding to defend her instead of himself. Showing fear was a mistake - also untrue - and so he met Granny's gaze without a flutter of worry. He was an otherworldly prince, why would he be nervous? "You seem to, as well. So let us not insult her by inferring you make her decisions, yes? You do run a lovely establishment, though, and she must be of great help to you. I hope that's not what directs your concerns."
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Date: 2014-06-01 09:14 am (UTC)Ruby's grandmother was the sort of steely old woman that Loki suspected was secretly some sort of warrior or giant killer - she had that sort of strange way about her. Still, looking at her, smiling at her, Loki felt that odd sensation, the same he'd had when inspecting Ruby for anything otherworldly. It wasn't that a curse seemed to hang on her; it felt as if she was a curse. And her grandmother - Granny - felt the same to him. Did that make her dangerous, like a predator, or like rapids, or a rockslide? Was their danger incidental or personal? He wondered if he would discover it sooner rather than later.
While Ruby was scolded Loki didn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt or unsettle her. He just smiled faintly, and watched her leave. At the reprimand - it wasn't phrased as such, but it undoubtedly was - he turned his attention back to Granny. He remembered how Ruby had said she wouldn't mind her grandmother having an adverse reaction to him, and his own habit to try to charm anyone that may not like him. He wasn't sure what route he ought to truly take, but when he understood the core of what the woman was saying, he found he couldn't resist a third option.
"I have nothing but respect for Ruby," he said, deciding to defend her instead of himself. Showing fear was a mistake - also untrue - and so he met Granny's gaze without a flutter of worry. He was an otherworldly prince, why would he be nervous? "You seem to, as well. So let us not insult her by inferring you make her decisions, yes? You do run a lovely establishment, though, and she must be of great help to you. I hope that's not what directs your concerns."