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[godofbitchface]

You are first overjoyed that you've come upon a popular "muse" in a popular "canon" for once in your miserable existence of participating in a hobby that allows you to pretend to be someone better than you could ever possibly be.

Then, you immediately become frustrated that you can't find a game in which some other peon is not already pretending to be me.

Yes, I can tell that this is going to be a glorious and worthwhile partnership.

Oh and by the way, I do not appreciate being called a mere muse. I am a real god, you ridiculous mortal.

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[godoftableflips]

I learned that lesson through seeing what these mortals had to offer, as more than just pawns.

[godofbitchface]

I suppose mortals like that girl of yours could be put to more carnal uses. If only they didn't dry and wither so quickly.

But the fact remains that you bent to the will of another, and you've convinced yourself that it was your own doing. It's amusing, really.

[godoftableflips]

[ Bad move. His arm lashes out to grab his brother by the collar. ] You will mind how you speak of her, if you value your tongue.

[godofbitchface]

[Loki laughs nervously to show just how not at all terrified he is right now. Not at all.] Ah, touchy subject. I understand. Nothing to worry about, Brother. I'm sure she is a shining example of womanhood with many years yet before she rots away like a supple fruit left in the sun.

[godoftableflips]

She is no concern of yours, brother.

[godofbitchface]

My concern is for you. Their lifetimes are so short and fragile. I wouldn't want to see you hurt.

[godoftableflips]

I do not need you to protect me from such harm.