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[aburdenglorious]

 I demand you stop this ridiculousness at once, wench. 

I shall not be your plaything here, my promise to tolerate you in the place called "tumblr" extends nowhere else. 

You've no plans, no scheme. I grow restless just thinking of the nothingness you subject me too. I won't have it. 

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[aburdenglorious]

[Loki gives a smile, charming as ever.]

May I help you?

[theseaward]

It's your promise to tolerate anything that landed you here, mister. [ You're not one of her children, but she'll still talk to you like one. ]

[aburdenglorious]

I have promised nothing of the sort.

[Smile turns to more of a smirk.]

Why shall a god listen to a simple mortal wench?

[theseaward]

First ask yourself why you're letting one pull your strings. [ Simple wench, Lucille's ass. ]

[aburdenglorious]

There are many on this thing called the "internet."

I wish to rule. However, I cannot "type."