It was like meditating-or at least that's what he was attempting. Breath, feel, transfer the feeling... breathe, feel, transfer, breathe, feel, transfer, breathe, feel... nothing. Still nothing?! WORK! BREATHE, FEEL, KISS-kiss?
His eyes startled open for a moment before he pulled away-not forcefully but enough to stop it from lasting too long. He removed his hands from her, "This isn't working" he stated bluntly though before he turned to leave he did notice his hand. While it certainly wasn't much it seemed that a small amount of ice had actually formed around his fingers like inch long, sharp nails.

Pallas smiled, very proud of him, "See?"

He stared at his hand for a moment, then sighed and smashed the ice against the wall to remove it (that really was the only way). "Thank you for the assistance" he told her as he turned to leave, "but it still is not enough."

"It's a start though." She took a step toward him. "Eltys have been a great teacher and if you like... I could help you get better."
There was a pause, "Think about it?"

If it took him this long to get this far, there was no way he would get the end result fast enough, no matter who it was coaching him. "I will consider it" he replied, but for now he needed to put a plan B in place. He went off in search of June.

June was parcoring on the icy roof of the castle, yelling and having a good time. She slid down a roof then jumped teleporting to the other side and continuing to run.

A jug of ale in hand as she did so. A land where there was no drinking age... Life was good.

At least, until the King calls.

Loki appeared directly in June's path, looking more serious than usual.

"WOAH!" Juno slammed on the brakes and disappeared before running into him and reappeared several feet infront of her and slid on her bottom to him.

"...Wassuuuuuuuuuup, your kingyness."

Loki looked down at her, less than impressed. "Meet me in the sparring room in twenty minutes. You have until then to become sober."

She fell back and tilted her head away from him, "Gaaaaah, fine... But this place is SERIOUSLY KILLING ME!" She said dramatically teleporting away.

Loki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was having a small crisis and she was getting drunk... wonderful. He teleported to the room.

A few mins later Juno appeared infront of him, almost back to her normal self minus the flushed face. "What's up?"

"Fight." he demanded as he immediately teleported behind her to deliver a swift punch to her back.

Juno teleported out of the way, hands behind her head, "Seriously?... Alright." She said charging at him.

There was definitely something more going on because Loki was not giving any quarter this time. Every blow was made to hurt, every effort made to avoid her attacks, and then he drew his dagger, taking things up a notch with the deadly blade.

What was going on? She'd never seen him so serious, so focused, so aimed on hurting her.

Juno formed a small hand sctyle and slapped his blade down from thrusting at her.

This man always seemed to have a reason for doing the things he did... What was his motive?

Just as he hoped, she proved more or less his equal even like this. Loki pressed further, pushing her closing to her limits, "Do you only know how to use a scythe?" he questioned between strikes.

Juno kneed the bottom of his hand as he thrusted, sending his blade flying up and back down into her hand, "I can use small blades as well.. Just not my favorite." With a scythe you could hook and slice your enemy with a small blade it was more about how many cuts you could make till they bled out.

"And your feline" Loki inquired as he stood straight, giving her the win for now, "can become any weapon of your choice?"

"Yes... Why do I have the feeling this isn't just a trianing session? " Juno took a step toward him, holding the blade out for him to take. "What's going on? "

He lifted the blade lightly and began tossing it around in his hand, spinning it from blade to hilt and back, "Byliestr is gaining support." he sighed, "Apparently blood runs thicker than sense. Frost giants are no longer dying from disease and plague across the realm. They are actually able to begin to rebuilt this empire. At this rate I will be able to build them up to equal level as Azgard in only twenty years, they might even be able to move on from that stupid battle where Odin left them crippled ages ago-and without using the Tesseract as a crutch. But does any of that matter? No, not if it's a half blood doing it." he threw the knife at the wall, it buried itself deep, half way to the hilt.

"So Byliestr is going to challenge me. He just needs one more tribe leader on his side to back him up with the claim and then he and I will do battle for the throne. A battle that I will lose."

Juno wasn't stupid, she could follow this sort of train of thought, "So you need someone who can win."

"The trick is that substitutions are not allowed" Loki told her, "I have to fight, and the only weapons we are allowed to use are the Ice blades." he looked at his hand and frowned, "that is why I cannot win. I have yet to be able to form one."

"Ah... That would be a problem... Brutus, come here." Juno called over Brutus, who had changed back and was sliding around on the floor. She reached down and Brutus morphed into a icy blade just like the ones the guards use. "Here, try it." She said holding it out.

He took the blade, though it felt strange in his hands as he tried to wield it. He shook his head, "I do not think that will work."