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Who: Persephone and Loki
What: Loki's waking up in a pod full of flowers. This is fine.
Where: Their pod
When: Whenever Loki's gonna wake up
Warnings: Gods being gods.

Well, it weren't exactly as if Persephone was out expecting to be finding someone else in her pod. She doesn't really spend as much time in it as she should, and she's only been doing it since the fog outside the dome started blocking off the sea around them. Something sure don't feel quite natural about that fog, or the rain that seems to be coming along with it, so Persephone finds herself inside of the dome that she knows she's meant to share, she just doesn't expect for it to be happening.

Unless her husband shows up, but that there is a whole other level of a storm that Persephone ain't been wanting to consider.

Given that this place is a sort of weird mishmash of six feet under and up on top, Persephone has been filling this place with as many flowers and plants as she can. Right now, there ain't a flat service that doesn't have a collection of plants, or vines or blooms flowing down off of them. Indeed, part of the walls have been covered with creeping ivy, and the entire thing does smell like a spring after a rain, with it's freshly hewed dirt.

Honestly, when she sees the pale man, surrounded by ivy, he looks more than a little bit like a corpse. 'Course, if he was one then Persephone would know that. So, instead she just jostles the bed gently. "I know ya ain't dead."

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Loki, Laufeyson, Crown Prince of Jotenheim, adopted brother of Thor Odinson, Son of Odin Allfather, and God of Mischief simply stayed put after his little fill-in. His arms he'd moved across his chest as he lay in the pod, the scents around him at odds with what he'd been told was beyond the glass, and he's remembered. His mind followed the course of the past few years, its highs and lows, pitfalls and near-death experiences.

He heard the door to the pod open but didn't rise to see who'd joined him. This was all madness. All of it.

Then she spoke. He glanced over to her with his eyes, though his gaze was obscured by a creeping fern. He sighed and moved to a sitting position.

"No. I am not, but that says little for what's actually going on."

“Sphere scooped ya up. It don’t much care for things like worlds or gods or where we’re all supposed to be. It just takes us here and leaves us until it can figure out how to get us home. Or so I’ve been told.” Persephone shrugs a little bit, the move made with both shoulders as if they carry the weight of the world on em but that don’t bother her none.

“I’m Persephone. I’m guessing that we’re roommates now.” The words are simple, matter of fact and homespun plain. She’s not angry about it, just a little confused but it ain’t as if she hasn’t been confused a fair amount before since she’s been here.

“Come on, ain’t no use to keep laying ‘round. Come on and have a drink and we’ll talk about it, yeah?”

"Persephone." The name isn't unfamiliar to him, but he's heard it in books he read centuries ago at the least. He breathes a sigh, moving to a sitting position shaking his head, running a hand back through his hair before actually looking over to her.

"Lead on, Persephone." And he stood. "I am Loki of Asgard."

"Loki of Asgard," her voice is a low muse, because Persephone has heard of many gods with many names. Often (but not always) they're just new names that her family picks up here or there. Still, humans tell stories of all the gods that they believe in, so she knows the stories about him too. "Seems like this here place has gotten a taste for bringing in some gods here abouts."

There's a quick shake of her mass of hair, before she goes into the living area and drops onto the couch, pulling out her flask and opening it and taking a big swig before she offers it over to him.

"So it goes." But he gets a sense of something greater about Persephone, something...more than a being of great power on which humans attributed godhood. Something more akin to the Allfather's presence, something perpetual and nearly eternal.

Heavens, she actually is a god. He follows her dutifully, dropping onto the soft chair across from her and taking the flask when it was offered, giving it a sniff. His eyebrows raised at the scent. "Well. You aren't playing around, are you?"

"I'm always playing around, actually." There's a little bit of a snort that comes with that, and a shrug because when you are as old as she is, life is too short not too. Especially when you're stuck somewhere far away from everything you've known for longer than most humans can imagine being alive.

"But if you're askin' me if what's in my flask is divine, you'd be right. Made from the fruit of my mama's vine back before the humans had fire." Persephone just gives a little shrug, because it's back before everything else too, seasons and winters and broken hearts.

"Oh, good. I like that in a girl." Because being older than recorded history never stopped Loki from sassing his elders. Just ask the Allfather.

He takes another experimental sniff of that flask, impressed at the claim. Not even the Allfather can claim memory reaching back that far. And then he brings it to his lips and takes a sip, the warmth spreading across his lips and down his throat as he swallows and he smiles more genuinely as it spreads further.

Then he screws the top back on and hands it back, still grinning. "Heavens, that hits hard."

"Good." Persephone was sometimes eternally known as a girl, so she didn't mind it all that much. In fact, it reminded her more than a little bit of her favorite sibling: Hermes, because he would call her that more often than anyone else. Did. 'Course, he was a trickster god too, so it made a heap of sense that the two of 'em would have a similar sense of humor. The smile on her face only grows with amusement at his comment about the drink.

"Yeah, it can sometimes. I think that it may tend ta give ya what you need. It's how I ain't going about poisoning humans here and back home." Because gods know, she definitely has shared her flask with generations of them. "You can handle more of it than they can."

"I can." And he did, taking another long pull from that flask. Infinitely adaptable as he was, sometimes things just happened too quickly and in too rapid a succession. He'd learned a lot of very disturbing things in the past few weeks. The man needed a drink.

"You think? Is it not your flask?"

"Course it's my flask." Persephone almost sounds offended that he would ask her about that, and she gives him a little bit of a stink eye. "But what it does to me and how it affects me is totally different than how it affects other people, obviously. Especially here when the mortals ain't had the same sorts of situations and experiences on em as the ones in my world do. Cause this here? It sure ain't my world." It feels very very wrong to her, Persephone can't help but thinking that. And it makes her frown and reach for the flask once again.

Loki could be perfectly amenable, and he relinquished the flask readily enough. "Personally, I've never been to the bottom of any of Earth's oceans so I really could say whether it's mine or someone else's."

Not that he ever laid any claim to Earth. Even when he'd attempted its dominion it was only to find some equality with Thor. Thanos had exploited that.

"I can't say I've ever felt a connection to a place well enough to tell one water droplet from another." He motioned toward one of the glass ways to illustrate his point.

"Well, ya ain't been somewhere since the birth of it, I suppose. Or a bit of time after it, I guess. There were the Titans before there was what my Daddy did." Killing her grandfather and setting free the whole rest of them as it were. She wasn't around yet, thank goodness. That mighta made things far more complicated than Persephone needed.

God knows her life was complicated enough already.

"'Course might just be ya ain't found the right place yet."

"No, I haven't, that's true." But the wasn't sure if he'd feel the same way, regardless. Places didn't root Loki the way people did, and there were precious few of those. He smiles, bemused, and there's just the faintest hint of sadness in his eyes. "It's difficult to feel at home in a house built on lies."

Persephone is used to seein' that sort of sadness in people, and it's written into his eyes so of course she notices. And if he brings it up, it means that askin' is right and proper fair game. Even then, her voice is gentle as she asks: "What sorta lies ya talking about, Loki?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. He was not going to have this conversation with a stranger. Then again, it wasn't a conversation he'd have with family, either. He could at least answer.

"I was raised to believe I was Asgardian, Thor's younger brother. On the day of my birth, my true father, seeing me misshapen and weak, left me to die. Odin Allfather saw a lost babe, a bargaining chip in his war against the Jotuns. King Laufey rejected the babe and so Odin kept it for his own. I learned the truth when I first touched the Casket of Ancient Winters, the trophy Odin stole from Laufey after his defeat."

"Gods above and below." It's an old curse, and one that Persephone ain't often used to making. It's the sort of curse that comes when she thinks that something is actually as bad as all of that, and her anger at his father and compassion for him are visible in her face in equal turns, both of them alternating like thunderclouds. "No family is ever as messed up as a divine one." Which is true, and she's including Loki as being divine, even if he may not view himself given what he'd just told her.

As a measure of sympathy, and because Persephone's copin' skills ain't all that deep, she just offers him back her flask once more.

He takes the offered flask, scoffing at her response, an agreement to her point. "Sequentially, that wasn't his first transgression, but it was the first I knew of. His punishments proved to be especially cruel. He banished my brother, stripped him of his divinity and exiled him to Earth. When I sought to dominate the Earth, his punishment was eternal imprisonment in the dungeons rather than death. Our sister, when her bloodlust proved too much for his palette, he sealed away and covered up every memory of her existence."

He shook his head. "I know, I know, world domination tends to end with one labeled a 'villain' and mad, which I may well be, but-" and he simple shrugged with a smile.

“My Daddy’s Zeus, honey. I get how messed up daddy’s can be.” Granted Zeus didn’t try to take away her or her siblings humanity but only because he didn’t actually know how to do that whole thing. If he could have, she has no doubt that if nothing else her husband and herself would have been threatened with it for going against her father’s demands for her to return to the surface.

“Don’t seem like a villain to me.” The words are a proclamation from the goddess who can see into men’s hearts to help judge ‘em. “If it helps anyway.”

"Especially when they believe what they're doing is 'for the best'." He scoffs, shaking his head. "You claim to be as old as creation. Does that mean you predate the Earth? Midgard? My father, I know, remembered a time before humans dwelled there."

"I wouldn't know. My Daddy ain't never really thought about doin' things for the best." Which is... probably an understatement, but there ain't no bitterness in her saying it. It's just a simple basis of fact.

"Damned near. I remember when there were dinosaurs on the planet to go along with the nymphs and dryads. Been married since the world began."

He blinked at the information, swallowing and taking another pull from the flask she'd passed back to him. That was...certainly something of a revelation.

"You really are a god, aren't you?"

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