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[amoralize]

Well, this is quite dull. I mean really. I do not mind flirting with Fandral, or even entertaining Loki and his trickster whims, but if I must be faced by the once-golden harpy...I expect there to be rewards.

Oh. And if I see that goat once more, I will give it to Volstagg. Do not test my patience, little one.

Ever Sincerely,
Amora

Comments

[bittyfun]

Are you calling Sif a harpy?

[amoralize]

[Amora's just going to stare at you...

...and stare

...and stare.

And now she talks!]

...you must be joking.

[bittyfun]

I thought it was funny.

[amoralize]

Ha. Yes.

[She's just going to reach over, grab you up, then throw you over her shoulder.]

Still humorous?

[bittyfun]

[ A shout -- no, he's not amused, not in the slightest, you best be prepared to hold onto a very squirmy little thing because he will not go gently into that good night. ]

I meant calling Sif a harpy! That was funny.

[amoralize]

[She laughs, then drops him, holding him by his ankles, then lowering him to the floor and dropping him. Shouldn't hurt too much.]

A littlest Loki Odinson. With a littlest silver tongue.

[bittyfun]

[ And the littlest sulky frown. :(

He scrambles back to his feet, keeping well back this time. ]

You never dared do that to me before.

[amoralize]

[She places her hands on her hips.]

Loki, you are but a child. The Loki I know is more than but a few centuries old.

d y i n g. Also jsyk his version of Amora is extrapolation from Thor: Tales of Asgard.

[bittyfun]

I will grow!

[ He is stung. ]

pffft. Amora's a mix of movie themes and TOA

[amoralize]

[she bends down and kisses his cheek.]

I know. And I shall delight in you ever so much when you reach your glorious height.

awesome.

[bittyfun]

It is awful being a child, when everyone here is grown.

verily.

[amoralize]

Then be grown.

[bittyfun]

She already has a grown one.

[ An uncomfortable glance aside. ]

And I haven't -- I'm not good at that, yet.

[amoralize]

[She takes his face into her hands.]

Not him.

You can grow in this world. Grow to be my Loki.

[bittyfun]

You mean the one you know?

[amoralize]

The one we both know.

[bittyfun]

[ He does want to be someone's. He wants to belong somewhere.

But he remembers himself, and shrugs her off, stepping back. ]

I am no one's Loki.

[amoralize]

Did you doubt your independence?

[bittyfun]

How could I? I've no independence to speak of, and certainly not enough to doubt.

I've hardly been outside of Asgard.

[amoralize]

Loki. You do not have independence to speak of because you haven't rightfully claimed your independence. You have to take it.

[bittyfun]

...how?

[amoralize]

Be who you want. Go and find who you want to be. You are not their puppet.

[littlechants]

[It takes some warping of time, but...]

This'll do. For now.

[bittyfun]

[ He breaks into a smile. ]

So what shall we do? Play a trick on Sif?

[littlechants]

[She hooks her arm with his.]

Sounds delightful.

[bittyfun]

Well, the hair is off-limits. I never repeat a trick.

[littlechants]

Perhaps we should sneak sweets from the kitchens and feed them to Thor's mounts so that they become too fat to ride.

[bittyfun]

Can you imagine! -- Him, on a little rotund pony?

[littlechants]

Why imagine when we could be seeing?

[brosif]

[NOTES, Loki. Taking so many notes rn for the old version of you that she can actually hit.]

[bittyfun]

What? You are, a bit.

[brosif]

Delightful.

[Notes, notes, notes.]

And what's this about having a grown version of yourself? I don't remember gifting your parents with farmland and oxen.

[bittyfun]

That 'she' was my mundane.

[brosif]

Did she give your family any oxen?

[bittyfun]

She could if she wanted.

[brosif]

I would say some words in your defense, but harpies are not so inclined to kindness.

[bittyfun]

You seem to speak, but all I hear is empty shrieks...

[brosif]

What is your obsession with me, wench?

[littlechants]

[well hey. she's already turned bitty for Loki, so why not stay so when talking to Sif.]

Surely you have better names than that.

[brosif]

None that would be fit for the ears of children.

[littlechants]

You remain boring, Sif.

[brosif]

And you remain nothing.

[littlechants]

[Amora rolls her eyes.]

Once more. Weak.

[brosif]

Then why are you so vexed by me?

[littlechants]

I am not vexed. You are that annoying gnat that flies about, near my ear, refusing to leave me be.

[brosif]

It is you who brings my name into conversations, not the other way around.

[littlechants]

No. I believe it went, I was enjoying a conversation with Fandral. A conversation that you were already of the topic. We discussed how you are indeed stubborn, and how indeed, you did do foolish things in the past as a child. And then you so rudely interrupted and accused me of speaking with a forked tongue.

Proceeded by your little temper tantrum.