Winter is Coming! (Winter)

The climate didn't disturb Winter, not in the slightest. In fact, it was actually quite soothing, reminding her host body of it's planet of origin in temperature. The burning chill upon her exposed flesh merely held a harsh edge, and little else upon her skin. Truly, she could register the cold, just as she could the hot, but the host body at her finger tips seemed more akin to the cold then the hot, thus lowering the range of temperature that she perceived to be 'comfortable' from the hot end of the spectrum, and closer to the colder.

Often, she wore open or sleeveless outfits, anything to allow as much skin to the open air as possible when she traveled to cool her flesh, really, particularly when she lingered in places that many humans would consider reasonably temperatured. Never the less, while the cool weather reminded her host body of home, it was another thing that considerably colored her recollection of this host body's planet of origin.

Chaos.

Running rampant every where that the eye could see, children being chased by demonic alterations of their own creations, a bit of irony there.

She liked irony.

A cynical sort of smile crossed her features despite herself, watching a young child pass in and out of her own field of vision in it's attempt to escape a bloodied, gushing, glowing eyed, stake armed creation from hell itself. For some reason, when it ran, it held it's arms out, to magnify terror, she supposed. But she couldn't help but picture that snowman of demonic nature simply desiring a hug, or something innocent to that nature.

'Come back! I want a hug! Where are you going?! Come back! Why are you running?! I can't keep up! I don't have LEGS!'

A laugh escaped her lips as she strode through the area, in truth, she cared little for the terror of the children. Humans LIKED terror, that was the thing. They craved it to such extremes that they made themselves targets to the outside planets of the universe, or more so often, they brought themselves in masses to pay good money to fund and watch movies of terrifying intent.

They liked terror, though, of course, she supposed ANYONE would draw the line on actual injury, that was were the game would end, naturally.

But those snowmen weren't attacking the children, more so, simply chasing.

Perhaps they truly did simply desire a hug. Poor things.

Winter wasn't here on accident, didn't just so happen to pass through the area and note the strangeness. No, she'd been on this planet, obtaining a new basis for technology from some underrated scientist of magnificent idealism, when she'd heard the news babble on about a sort of mass hysteria and snowmen coming to life.

It was a message she couldn't miss, a powerful winter causing widespread chaos and terror unprecedented before for it's kind? How could anyone mistake it? Though, truly, she suspected that she was simply being vain.

She did have a habit of doing that.

As such, she'd been certain to conclude her work with the scientist before appearing (with the help of her vortex manipulator) on the nearby streets.

She only knew of one man who would have that sort of sense of humour, that sort of mind, and that sort of power.

Loki.

Well, at least her day wouldn't be boring, or trivial. The trickster was rather good at what he did, a note she'd taken particular annoyance towards when they'd first met. Both of them were prone to chaos, manipulations and the like, so how could they not spark a bit of a rivalry at first notice? Though, as of late, Winter found herself to be preferring his company to her own, and the rivalry dissipated to a sort of, neutral setting. They achieved the same ends, occasionally, joked about, that sort of thing, but nothing she should care to much about. Besides, he was rather handsome, if someone was looking for that sort of thing.

But he was something she hadn't seen before. Different every time she met him, a man worthy of respect, worthy of power that seemed to come all to naturally to the likes of him. He was magnetic, rather charming when it suited him, and nothing short of a god.

So, why was he on Earth? There were many planets that could occupy his time, though, Winter shook her head, she didn't intend to give it to much thought. It was his business, matters that were his concern, and more specifically, not her problem.

Still, she knew a king when she saw one, having put a few on thrones herself for a rearrangement of power in her favor.

Winter strode through the madness, towards the epicenter, because really, where ELSE was she to check when one thought about it? A smirk crossed her features upon noting a figure leaning against a tree, despite her annoyances towards her perception filter for breaking down, leaving her once short hair to appear as it was, long white hair that stretched down her back in deliberate strands. She had, of course, taken then time to braid the bangs out of her face, but she still cared little for the nuisance altogether.

Her hand fell to her hip, to a hooked on device of a Vortex Manipulator, without a pause she typed in coordinates, fingertips dancing over the occasionally sticking keys. It was such an old and worn thing, you see, it was only a matter of time before it took her someplace she didn't intend. The world stretched and compressed around her, giving way to have the woman appear, perfectly balanced, pleasantly lounged and perpetually cocky upon a sturdy branch above eye level.

One leg hanging off the edge, Winter locked her fingers behind her head, leaning back into the bark of the trunk of the tree, shooting him a smirk. "Why hello there. You know, I MAY have to give you my number or something, if I expect Earth to remain unfrozen." Winter teased, as she often did, her smile turning nearly friendly in nature, clearly, there was fun to be had.

Outfit - oi60.tinypic.com/3325tlu.jpg
Ooc - You do NOT have to match my length, Winter's muse just got very excited XD

If he was pleased to see her, Winter couldn't tell. But, she didn't care. She was a confident, wild woman with the ability to take the world if the mood struck her. She didn't need people to like her, she didn't need people to respect her.

She didn't need it. Didn't want it.

Made good people soft. People who devoted their lives to a full and hearty world of change, suddenly became rather soft, like children, scampering amongst themselves, to afraid to offend one another to get much done. It was pointless, to chase tails in such a mad desire for others to respect onself, to build oneself upon the opinions of others.

Besides, while he was good company, what they had was quite.. Fun. It was no strings attached, no problems, nothing, just a bit of flirting, and a bit of fun.

What could go wrong?

They didn't even have to go through the nonsense where one another asked what the precise label for the companionship was. A fact she was rather grateful of, it was.. Pleasing that at least one person was, like her, in a sense.

Through all of her travels she'd bumbled about, noting individuals just barely a moment before their faces faded and they became lost to the touches of death. Even in their rarity, such individuals never understood her humour, never understood her way of thinking, never understood more then their little mind would take.

Loki was remarkably more open minded, or rather, a bit more like minded to her, it was.. A feeling she had not felt in quite some time.

Winter chuckled musically, sitting up from her lounging position on the branch, turning her head to find the NEW branch he perched on. It seemed that he intended to be taller then her, and while she may HAVE to put up with that shit on the GROUND. When she couldn't do much about it other then wear heels. She most certainly didn't have to in a tree, with such abundant branches.

"Somehow," Winter smirked, standing and resting her hand upon a branch above her head, idly curling her fingers around the bark of the sturdy branch. Winter now stood taller then him, as he was seated, and she was not. "I get the idea that you say that a lot." Winter quirked her eyebrows suggestively, grinning wickedly.

"Ooh, you're being charming," Winter hung off her arm holding the branch crookedly, cocking her head slightly, her long white hair settling on her back with the movement. "You must want something." She stated bluntly, nodding once to prove her point.

"As for mead.." Winter furrowed her brow softly, "I have never had it, no. That's a drink of the Norse, yes? Something involving apples?" Winter gave a shrug, wildly guessing, "I hear those were important to them."

(No worries! My apologies for the shorter post, I didn't want to do a thousand words, and basically make it impossible for much to happen between them!)