Owner	Pose
Loki	"And that, in the back, is the secondary library," Loki says, with a small, indifferent gesture of hand and forearm towards the other side of the living space. It has a small look to the front, but the spellwork there is to fold space into a smaller area-- should one go inside, the whole of it would expand out into a monstrously large library, with tiers of books and decorative staircases. Decorative -- in that generally Loki wouldn't climb up there anyway, he'd pull something down with a gesture of hand. So the stairs that move and twist like serpents ready to flick someone off -- well, that's more for having fun with a visitor, probably. Loki's tour is pretty short, as this spot is really just a very secret little private space to do research, little more.
Frigga	M.C. Escher, eat your heart out? Loki's library has Frigga smiling as her chin is canted upwards, taking in the display of tomes from, well, travels undoubtedly. And perhaps one or two that she'd given him over the years, those that had helped her with her own journey into this realm where few travel. "Hmmm.. secondary." The word is spoken lightly, with a touch of humor to it. "Loki, it does become you. Your library, your study. It is.. you." The rooms are taken in with an air of pride, her fingers clasped before her as she takes the short tour. "I've added a few things in the garden, just for you." Frigga is nothing if not a potion-smith. "If you find them useful, then perfect. If you find them decorative, I am happy. If you see them as weeds only, I shall not be offended if you pluck them from the ground."
Loki	"Well, it's not as impressive as my tower on Asgard," Loki says, with a sort of strange 'humility' that isn't humility. Bragging about his other space, but downplaying this one. The other tower is currently closed, quiet and frozen in place - a spot more associated with Loki when he's been pushed out of the castle for villainous acts, or off on his own on some plot.... and less used now that he's more in proper 'good graces', according to Odin, anyway. "The /garden/? Which garden?" Loki asks, curiously. This location is purely indoor, a mage's closet of sorts attached to another building.
Frigga	"No, I'm certain it isn't," Frigga returns, those clear blue eyes drifting downwards once again to take in her son. "Certainly that other one shall wither away?" She knows the one as well, "But it is clever, having many places where you can go to sit in silence and study. Your father used to question me about my gardens through the Realms. I simply smiled and reminded him that he, too, had allies throughout, so why shouldn't we?" The 'we' is deliberate. "In fact, I do wonder if some do still grow wild where I'd planted it." There's a soft 'Hmm' before she returns to the matter at hand. "On Embassy grounds. It's a little thing, but I think you may recognize it when you see it. No harm will come to any other who might inadvertantly brush against it. It does try its best to appear commonplace."
Loki	"Wither away? Hardly. There /might/ be some various guardians there that could still have a use. And it's connected to another spot ... but that's not Midgard we're talking about," Loki laughs softly, with a shrug. He wanders into the library, though he doesn't sit yet -- there's two couches, long and comfortable in there, but he's not feeling restful: he prowls around the room as if in leisure. "I was letting an ice building I built here -- in this very city actually - melt away, but others here keep pouring power into it for one reason or another. Originally a prison, but the inhabitant was dealt with-- but the humans here seem to enjoy putting energy into things that they don't really understand the nature of," Loki smirks. "I thought it'd melt a while ago, but leylines moved-- I should show you /that/ place." Decision made! "Up for a little jaunt? A portal is set up. If you have ice flowers, that'd be the place for them, too. Leyline might make them explode into something really exciting." Loki gestures out of the Library, back to the front area -- to open what looked like a broom closet. It opens into a wintery, frozen room of pure ice. Loki doesn't wait, he enters immediately, into the brust of frost and snowflakes!
Loki	(Ice Palace Description): For anyone able to sense magic, and it will feel like a volcano of magic is erupting from all around. The walls pulse with it, the interiors of the icy walls churning. Massive Ice walls vault upwards, slick ice inlaid with detailed filigree of sculpture: wall sconces held by elaborately decorated cherubim, lifting their hands in praise of the creation. It is a palace, pillowy snow formed velvet surfaces on a chaise lounge, couches, other furniture made of blackest ice. A massive spiraling staircase erupts from the side, leading into an upper area with a balcony of ice overlooking the large lower area. Above, the warehouse ceiling the palace is build on is just gone, leading into a huge snowflake-like stained-glass ceiling, that vaults into the air between glistening, impossible glittering chandeliers. Overall, it is a /ridiculous/ display of ice magic, complicated to an extreme...
Frigga	Frigga's ghost of a smile hasn't departed; time spent with her sons always has an effect upon her, and this is a pleasant visit after having him 'home' and nearby for awhile. She misses him, the boys; the palace is a touch lonelier for their absence. "Oh really," and the words aren't so much a question, but a statement with a hint of curiosity within. "They really are a fearless sort, humans. Perhaps a little of that is our fault." Hmm. Frigga can tell that Loki has pride of place, pride of creation, and to show off the creation... with the prince's sweeping gesture, she is ushered across the boundaries, and stepping within, a draw of breath is taken, and her features light up. "How lovely." She can feel the magic tingle, and there is that feeling of familiarity in the conjuration, and 'other'. "Oh, Loki.. it is grand." There is a touch of pride that is held within those simple words as she takes a couple of steps further, putting out her hand to touch a sculpture, ever so carefully. "Beautiful."
Loki	"Hah; don't look at me for /that/ one. I have always encouraged them to see the error of walking right into danger," Loki teases. The trickster and his lessons... sometimes of which the lessons are deadly. But he's right: he certainly is not one that tries to make humans think they are invincible. More the opposite... humility for humans! "Perhaps to some a silly use of power, but /art/ is worth it, I think," Loki says, defensively, aware of the magic that's soaked into the ice stained 'glass' above them and the sculpture of all the surfaces. He just built this ... to build it, to create.
Frigga	Centuries, millennia ago, they needed those of this Realm to walk into clear and present danger; how else would they have become such skilled raiders, fighters, farmers and artisans? Their names were known across the world that they knew, from the seas to the grand city of Constantinople. Such were their willingness to go forth and conquer the unknown. Cat. Bag. Frigga lets out a soft laugh at Loki's denial and shakes her head ever so slightly, taking the jest. "I shan't blame you for that." Frigga lowers her hand and turns it to better use, in her mind anyway. Reaching for Loki's arm in order for her own to snake in at his elbow, her head tilts. "Well it is lovely, and most assuredly well worth it. Show me more, please." Time well spent away, enjoying art and its delicate and special creation.