Rockeye's first glowfic. Loki (a Bell) falls on Nick in Cloudbank.
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Loki is pretty sure that anything smart enough that she'd have qualms about killing it could tell a jellywings from a ship.

Puncturing the gas sac is undesirable, which will make this a challenge. Probably the best plan will be to get it in the eye. The claws on the tentacles will be annoying, but she isn't trying to fight the squid alongside Thor; it will merely be mildly inconvenient if Nick learns more about her magic powers than she's interested in disclosing right away.

When she has read everything the book has about squids she goes home and notes to the person from whom she has rented the apartment that she's going on a hunting trip and will be departing soon, though she doesn't know exactly when.
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The person she rented the apartment from is surprised! She seems to think Loki is recklessly risk-seeking and makes an annoying attempt to assure her that life is worth living without adrenaline rushes.

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"I will be fine," Loki says. "I can't speak to the fellow who is conveying me, but he seems to think the risk worthwhile. Your concern is appreciated."

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Her landlady frets, but relents.

Several days pass with no word from Nick, though a lot of people of various sorts visit his ship. The greenhouse's plants disappear, its glass is packed away, the stone framework goes down, a smooth platform with convenient railings and poles for balancing on replace it. A large section of the cargo bay is emptied and walled off with heat-trapping fur on either side of the walls.

Five days later, another freighter bringing ice comes from the cold high-altitude high-latitude ice farms. Nick buys the entire load, fills the walled section, and comes to inform Loki that it's time to go.
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Loki brings her armor, of course. She might be fighting something with poison spikes. Lævateinn pretends to be a switchblade at her belt.

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"Is that all you're bringing? I can probably find my way back here, but you should still bring anything you don't want to lose - change your wood coins for metal, bring that paper you wanted so badly, and anything else you've bought since then."

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Loki has a little bag. It clinks when she pats it. "I'm all set."

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"Alright, then. Off we go!" Their first task is to ascend to the squids' usual haunt. "I hope we find a jellywing pack on the way up, though. If we catch a few and use their innards to paint the top of the ship green, we can probably get a squid to come to us."

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"If I see any I'll nab them."

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A few hours later, the ship is safely clear of the high-traffic area near the busy town of Liam and Nick's attitude relaxes from really-quite-nervous back into the more standard slightly nervous.

"I remember asking about Asgard, but I don't think you ever answered. What do people do for a living there? Probably there's farmers, everyone needs food, but what else?"
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"Oh, lots of things. There are craftspeople and healers. Scholars, explorers, warriors."

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"You really only find those specialized jobs in big towns here. A few adventurers try to explore the upper latitudes in hope of finding leftover technology from the orignal settlers. I even considered trying it once. Would you call the town guards warriors? They would use slingshots to drive off pirates or beasts if the town was attacked."

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"I suppose they could call themselves warriors, yes."

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"You seem amused. No doubt you could win against a dozen of them, but that's not what I meant. Whatever." He goes to listen to engine two, which is still acting up a bit.

On this trip, Loki has night work. She needs to take careful records of the ship's direction and wind speed when Nick is too asleep to do it. These measurements will be used to find their way back.
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Well, she can do that, then. Diligently and with excellent handwriting.

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Nick appreciates the diligence and says so. "I swore never to take passengers again a few years ago. You're much better than the people who caused that oath."

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"I'm glad they weren't bad enough for you to abandon me on that empty island."

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"Well, call me a bleeding heart. You didn't have a house or tools or anything. You probably could have fed yourself, but you'd have been pretty miserable the first time a storm came along. Those idiot passengers are why I laid out a lot of rules for you on the first trip, though I know you enough to trust you have common sense now."

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"What did the idiots do? And why were you carrying them to begin with?"

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"I was carrying them because they paid me to take them away from an overcrowded town to someplace new, with lots of supplies. They broke one of my control systems by messing with it, stole three of my flags, punctured one of my gas sacs, complained about the food and water rationing despite my warnings about it beforehand, threw trash overboard instead of putting it somewhere out of the way so I could recycle it later, wouldn't clean up their own meals, disorganized my cargo bay, left the coldroom open and ruined all the ice and meat!"

By the end of this he's yelling. He takes a deep breath. "I try to screen people for common sense before talking to them for more than five minutes or inviting them onto my ship. Other people are three quarters of why I don't have a bigger ship - this is the largest one I can manage by myself. I built her from scratch."
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"Impressive. Both that you built this thing and that you didn't tie them up and dangle them out the window halfway through the trip."

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"I considered it. But they were paying me, after all. And there were nine of them to one me - a sword isn't enough to make up the difference."

Is that a storm approaching from the east? It is! Nick moves to point the ship west and considers. "This is a problem. It's a large-front storm and we're right in the middle of its path. We're closer to the bottom limit of the storm, but we need to go up. So either we backtrack, or we risk not getting above it in time."

He acquires paper and starts doing some math.
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Loki, having neither relevant meteorological expertise nor weather magic, stays out of his way while he does that.

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He asks her to add and subtract a few large numbers while he runs for a book. Comparing the results with something in the book, he declares, "I think we can make it over. I'll start maneuvering, you close all the doors and hatches."

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She goes and closes all the doors and hatches, of course.

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