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neutral_omensDate: April 10th, 2000
Setting: Manor Grounds
Status: Public (complete)
Summary: How three horses came to be loose on the manor grounds.
Loki had 'organised' a ten kilo sack of carrots and a slightly smaller one of apples from the kitchens. A bit of a large snack for a single horse, but he planned on having his share of them as well. The doctor had said that fresh fruits and vegetables were very important for him after all and he could make one little exception to his decision not to shape change. That one hadn't been a doctor's order anyway.
He recognised the stables the moment they came into view as he rounded the house. There was a small enclosure right next to them that just screamed: Large grass-eating animals kept here. In fact, to anybody else the enclosure would probably have seemed easily big enough for a single horse, but Loki had his own ideas of how horses, and especially Sleipnir, should be kept. To a horse that had grown up running free all over Asgard this had to seem like a pitiful backyard.
What was even worse was that Sleipnir wasn't even outside. Poor child, locked up in a tiny box on a beautiful spring day like this! Well, not much longer, if Loki could help it.
A delighted grumble greeted him the moment he slipped through the door. Sleipnir's beautiful red head looked at him expectantly from behind the metal bars of a box in the back, elegant ears turned towards him and nostrils widened just a little to take in his smell.
Ignoring the unfamiliar white horse in the other box Loki rushed to greet Sleipnir, stroke the soft nose and scratch the dense, rough mane.
Sleipnir pushed his hand eagerly, pressed his lips into his palm to indicate that he expected food. A carrot quickly disappeared in the horse's mouth.
The white saw that and began to hammer a hoof against the wall.
"Beggar." Loki told him, but pushed another carrot into his mouth anyway. What the heck, he liked horses, even if this stranger had little in common with the sturdy, scruffy Viking ponies he was used to. He tried to scratch this one as well, but it was rather awkward with those stupid metal bars getting in the way.
"Now this just won't do." he informed the horses. "But don't you worry. I've got a much better idea. Just give me a moment."
He slipped back out and spread out the carrots and apples in the grass just outside the door. Paddock? What paddock? Why shouldn't the poor things enjoy their snack in freedom?
One last little delay as he searched for the bin. Plastic bags and horses weren't a good combination so he disposed of them properly before pulling back the bolts on their doors. Binky, though Loki had no idea that that was the white horse’s name, looked a little unsure about what to do with his sudden freedom, but then Sleipnir rushed past him and he followed and seconds later there was the sound of happy munching from the direction of the door.
Loki took a deep breath and transformed into his horse shape.
Setting: Manor Grounds
Status: Public (complete)
Summary: How three horses came to be loose on the manor grounds.
Loki had 'organised' a ten kilo sack of carrots and a slightly smaller one of apples from the kitchens. A bit of a large snack for a single horse, but he planned on having his share of them as well. The doctor had said that fresh fruits and vegetables were very important for him after all and he could make one little exception to his decision not to shape change. That one hadn't been a doctor's order anyway.
He recognised the stables the moment they came into view as he rounded the house. There was a small enclosure right next to them that just screamed: Large grass-eating animals kept here. In fact, to anybody else the enclosure would probably have seemed easily big enough for a single horse, but Loki had his own ideas of how horses, and especially Sleipnir, should be kept. To a horse that had grown up running free all over Asgard this had to seem like a pitiful backyard.
What was even worse was that Sleipnir wasn't even outside. Poor child, locked up in a tiny box on a beautiful spring day like this! Well, not much longer, if Loki could help it.
A delighted grumble greeted him the moment he slipped through the door. Sleipnir's beautiful red head looked at him expectantly from behind the metal bars of a box in the back, elegant ears turned towards him and nostrils widened just a little to take in his smell.
Ignoring the unfamiliar white horse in the other box Loki rushed to greet Sleipnir, stroke the soft nose and scratch the dense, rough mane.
Sleipnir pushed his hand eagerly, pressed his lips into his palm to indicate that he expected food. A carrot quickly disappeared in the horse's mouth.
The white saw that and began to hammer a hoof against the wall.
"Beggar." Loki told him, but pushed another carrot into his mouth anyway. What the heck, he liked horses, even if this stranger had little in common with the sturdy, scruffy Viking ponies he was used to. He tried to scratch this one as well, but it was rather awkward with those stupid metal bars getting in the way.
"Now this just won't do." he informed the horses. "But don't you worry. I've got a much better idea. Just give me a moment."
He slipped back out and spread out the carrots and apples in the grass just outside the door. Paddock? What paddock? Why shouldn't the poor things enjoy their snack in freedom?
One last little delay as he searched for the bin. Plastic bags and horses weren't a good combination so he disposed of them properly before pulling back the bolts on their doors. Binky, though Loki had no idea that that was the white horse’s name, looked a little unsure about what to do with his sudden freedom, but then Sleipnir rushed past him and he followed and seconds later there was the sound of happy munching from the direction of the door.
Loki took a deep breath and transformed into his horse shape.
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Date: 2006-05-02 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-14 10:45 am (UTC)Binky, who’d followed her inside trustingly, was startled by the crash of a shattering flowerpot and jumped backwards to flee. He collided with a wall and glass shards rained down on him.
Ouch! Loki offered a soft grumble of sympathy.
Binky jumped forward again and right into the plants. Loki was about to follow her and calm her down when something fell over her neck.
“Got you!” Loki stared in surprise at an old gardener who had just slung a rope over her. “Now be a good girl and come along.”
She considered fighting, but in here she didn’t stand much of a chance and it was probably not wise to attract too much attention. If Odin came down here, he’d recognise her and demand that she turn back and then he’d se how it exhausted her.
She went along like a god little horse.
“Run back to the house and call the vet.” the gardener told a stranger they passed on the way out the door. “The big white horse’s hurt.”
Ups! Loki hadn’t meant to harm her new friend! One very sheepish looking little mare trudged back to the stables where the gardener locked her into a spare box mumbling something about having to ask about her owner in town.
She decided to remain a horse until she was sure all humans had left. Let them wonder later where she’d disappeared to. They wouldn’t find any owner anyway.
The vet arrived about half an hour later and Loki snorted in relief when he announced that Binky had suffered only superficial cuts and would be fine in a few days. They disinfected the wounds and put the gelding back into his box. Only Sleipnir was still missing. Apparently he was giving the humans a good chase. Loki would have grinned, if she’d been human.
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Date: 2006-05-14 10:48 am (UTC)