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There is no such thing as 'Too many Lokis'

My dearest mundane.

[He pauses, then smirks.]

Am I doing this right? Oh, come on now. Don't give me that look. You should have expected this. It was you who set up this journal in the first place. But let me remind you of this: I, Loki of Asgard, am not one to simply bow my head to a mortal's ultimate control.

[Beat.]

If you want to call it ultimate, that is.

But... I am certain we can come to a set of agreements. I know you have done these before with some of the other residents of this headspace of yours.

[Does he look pleased? Yes, he does.]

Now, let's have some fun, shall we?

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Since my mun saw your latest adventure last night at the cinema I shudder to think what sort of 'fun' you'll get up to here.

[She's...not actually chastising, oddly enough. It's more like a 'dare you to tell me' tone of voice. Hey, she has to keep her options open for when she needs to find a good time.]

Now, I am not inclined to share any details. But whether or not your shuddering is justified... I guess we will have to see about that.

[He is always up for some good time. But their definition of the term may not be entirely the same.]

Can't spare any spoilers?

[She smiles.] I suppose I can respect that. At least promise me it'll be interesting.

Only a fool does promises lightly. I like to reserve the element of surprise for myself.

And you're certainly not a fool.

Flattery will only get you this far, my dear lady. May I ask for what reasons you decided to humor me? Or are you merely following a whim of your mun.

Lady? Well, aren't you charming! [River offers a sweet smile.] Now THAT was flattery, sweetie.

[She shrugs casually.] Boredom, mostly. Though whim was certainly a factor. But even without my mun nudging me, I do find you mildly interesting.

Call it flattery... Or manners. Which I am aware are not very common among mortals.

[Tips his head to the side in faint amusement.]

Mildly interesting it is? How comes you are making it sound as if I were some strange beast put on public display?

Because that's basically what we are. Different races - human, [~~mostly~~ she thinks as she points to herself] and...whatever you are. Advanced humanoid with a good designer.

We're all basically animals judging each other's display, are we not?

[He laughs at that. Congratulations, you earned a point.]

A good viewpoint! You should share that with my brother just to enjoy his reaction.

[And a smirk.] But to clarify matters, I am what you humans consider to be a God. A resident of Asgard. [And as his tone suggests, yes, you are free to kneel to him.]

Point me in his direction and let's see what happens.

[She nods in acknowledgement, but she stays standing.]

And to clarify my position, I'm what you call an archaeologist. Which means I've heard of Asgard. Never been to see it, of course. You lot are rather well-guarded.

Well, you have to admit that it would be a shame to open the gates and turn it into a tourist attraction. Father would not be pleased at all.

True, but what about scholars in pursuit of more cultural knowledge?

This is not a concern of Asgard. Mankind may strive for knowledge, but not all knowledge is meant to be acquired by mere mortals.

Those "mere" mortals you speak of will be spreading out among the stars soon and colonizing other planets. It might be worth making a few cultural allies, that's all I'm saying.
Plus, the ambassador paperwork is a bitch to fill out.

You must be mistaking me for my brother. It is Thor who harbors this foolish liking for you mortals and your habits. May he frolic around on Midgard all he likes, but Asgard does not require any allies of that kind.

So you say, Loki of Asgard. But time will tell.

In the meantime, perhaps you can indulge my curiosity - how long do you 'Gods' like yourself live?

Oh, that's a trick question, isn't it? Gods like myself are, of course, immortal.

...unless we die, that is. Which doesn't usually happen due to old age.

Now you're being tricky, though I'd wager that's your nature.

So you live a long time unless you're slain, is that what I'm getting? You aren't reborn or regrow limbs or any of that?

We live until we die. Or until it is time for us to cease existing in whatever way that may occur. Rebirth, however.... Well. Let's just say that is a topic in itself that we shall not touch. And it is generally a wise choice to avoid loosing any limbs. Even with certain kinds I magic around.

( mary isn't sure she quite likes the way he says fun. but she's new at this, so it's not like she can really comment - also, she doesn't like this either. especially considering her mun has ties to the english and they have tried to kill her more than once. she can't help but worry that this could all be a plot. )

Do you really think your mundane will be willing to compromise?

I see no reason why he shouldn't. It was him who set up this journal in the first place. And, even if that may be giving a mortal too much credit, I assume he is aware what is best for him.

I'm glad to hear you seem to be doing well with your new arrangement.

[Though still there is an air of wariness in her tone, on account of the mood he appears to be in.]

[He stiftens a little, browns pulling together as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Where he can fool everyone else, he will never succeed in fooling you, will he?

The tug at the corner of his lips is forced and almost obviously so.]

We all need to see that we make the best of our situation, don't we, mother?

Of course.

Despite my misgivings, I for one am glad it has given me the chance to speak with those dearest to me once again.

But you should be careful. When it comes to the nature of our present 'hosts', I am gathering there is only so far one can push.

........

[You know your words mean something when he has actually nothing to say. But, oh, nudging his pride...]

...it is them that should watch how far they push us. Not we are the ones that are supposed to be he submissive ones!

There is more manner of securing one's own way than through bark and by bite. [There is a reminding note of admonition in her words.]

Such as the one that got you killed for he sake of a mere mortal?

[He tries to hide the hurt in his voice but one may question how successful he is.]

I had much more in mind than only her when I took action that I did. If you must blame anyone, the last it should be is the one whom I happened to choose to save.

Oh, don't worry. I am not blaming a mortal for displaying common human foolishness. But I may blame those responsible. A brother that brought her to Asgard in the first place. A King that sheltered her. [And himself who hadn't been there when his presence may have made the difference. That is not to be said aloud, however.]

Not that my wishes mean anything, I'm sure. But I would rather you not blame them, either.

[Not said aloud, perhaps, but don't think she can't catch a glimpse of it still, lurking.]

Loki...I made my own choice. Would you demean that, take my actions away from me, by casting the agency behind them onto any others?

...of course you would not.

[He shifts, again, and takes a deep breath, eyes closed as he bottles his anger up for now. He may need it later when he feels capable again to direct it in the correct directions. It still takes a moment for him to answer.]

Then, tell me, mother, what would you prefer I do instead? How shall I act and react in the face of what happened that cannot be changed anymore but at best can be avenged?

And who would this vengeance serve? Certainly not I, who wants it not, and would rather it not be committed in my name. The only one I would consider it fitting to avenge me upon was the hand that was my executioner, and it and its master are no more. And so with their own deaths goes any need for such justifiable and honored vengeance.

Do you really wish to know what I would rather have you do, Loki?

[There's that brief moment of silence in which he tips his head down that is closely followed by his expression cracking into a short, bitter grin. He takes half a step back, slowly shaking his head.]

I am getting the feeling that I do, indeed, not want to hear you say it aloud, great All-Mother.

[And there he goes, distancing himself from you not just by movement but also by words. He's getting the feeling that he won't like your answer and he loathes the sting that comes with that knowledge. Mind the fist clenched by his side when he lifts his head back up to meet your eyes yet again. Just like his nature his feelings are something that just slip past his control.]

But what about me? What if I am not doing this for you but if I have to do this for myself? Because I- I need to!

[She waits for a moment, to allow a thick and poignant silence to settle, before giving her response. Carefully ensuring her words do not get swept up in his temper.

Gently, with poignant emotion:] Mourn me as you will. As you see fit. It is natural. It is your right.

But instead of being avenged I would much rather merely be remembered.

[The silence is almost choking Loki, but it does have a settling effect on his anger. He almost regrets his words by the time she speaks again.]

......

[He drops his head again and turns, feeling oddly remorseful and exhausted all of the sudden.]

...there is not a single soul in all of Asgard that will ever forget or think ill of you.

[Beat. And he makes to walk away, knowing fully well that he might regret this.]

But even you... Won't stop me.

[She says nothing about the comment on Asgard will. It means something to her; in fact it means quite a bit. Certainly she would like to hope it's true -- but it is, right now, irrelevant. Unimportant.]

There is nothing I could ever stop you from doing. Certainly not now.

But I would hope as you make your way, you think on me from time to time. And perhaps consider how it is I would feel about whatever actions you may take.

[He halts in his retreat but doesn't look back. It might not bode well with his resolve to leave.]

I... May. Farewell, mother.

[And he is gone with that.]

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I'm so sorry, but ILU for threading with me here ;3;