on cleverly getting the Destroyer back under his control

[flaerd]

[ This is the sound of a very pleased and slightly twisted laugh. ]

What was that with Thor boasting I'd lose, can't you remember mortal?

Now that is strange. Neither can I.

Oh, well.

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[fervidus]

[Ugh, why does she even do this to herself.]


The violets of vanity suit you ill.

Alignment-swapped AU, same mun as odinsdottir, 'sup.

[sorcerous]

Such a short memory you must have.

sup homie?

[flaerd]

I tend to not fret over useless detail.

[starknaked]

If you're going to insist on congratulating yourself - since, you know, no one else is going to do it for you - should we get you one of those little applause boxes? Maybe a card that spouts affirmations when you open it?

I know they tend to make those for younger siblings trying hard to be feel better about themselves for not measuring up so shouldn't be too hard to get an appropriate one.

[verserak]

[ Guess who slightly underestimated Asgard and thus got his ass kicked. A little.

Not enough to fail, though. And he'd claim the whole of Asgard looks worse now.]

You got what you wanted.

[flaerd]

Even now, she is all but a purr. With such a weakness, I must wonder who will win this heart of man. And therefore - well, you must know the rest.

[flaerd]

Now what have I done to receive such kindness? My heart is but a flutter.

[starknaked]

Prove it. Open chest or it never happened.

[flaerd]

Did the challenge suit you well, my friend?

[fervidus]

[A sneer.]

Have care, Laufeyson. If you wish to see my strength, I will happily oblige you.

Do not mistake my choice to stay my blade as sign I will not draw it at a moments provocation. I am ready to fight what ever it is you send, no matter how it will grieve my honor to best something so weak.

[Oh she baits him. Spurring that vanity to get the information she seeks.]

[flaerd]

Come, now. I am aiding your little world, arn't I? Now I have an enchanted suit of armor. One, I mind, not running on limited energy.

But if you really wish to see me open breasted, perhaps a different body would suit your fancy? [ this cheeky grin of his, Stark ]

[flaerd]

[ you always did know just where to stroke. But. Liesmith. ]

She challenges, does she?

[sorcerous]

Then go, and destroy, and pick the bits of a life out of the ashes that remain.

[flaerd]

[ you are truly pathtic. How do you live as thus? ]

The Odinson is a bonus, let us speak of it as repayment. I've no desire to otherwise destroy but that which currently threats our Ash Tree.

[sorcerous]

The Odinson is the end in himself.

Tell me you do not crave his blood.

[urbanhero]

Sheesh. You'd think bad guys would know better than to gloat by this point in time.

[verserak]

Well enough.

And a lot better than it suited them. [ He looks battered, sure, but the longer one watches, the more it becomes clear that he is already getting better. ]

[flaerd]

Bad is a contingent perception of one, If I may be so bold but to correct. Have you never a duty to preform?

[flaerd]

I crave it as sure as you would, situations abiding. I ask you to judge not my ability to see beyond personal grudge.

You speak of Ragnarok?

[flaerd]

[ He all but aches to laugh, yet refrains himself. ] Very good, I keep promise of my debt. Should you at any time seek it's craft but once.

[sorcerous]

I wouldn't, and I don't. Revenge has torn this family apart, and revenge for revenge won't put it back together.

[urbanhero]

"Never"? I always have a duty to somebody. That's one of the perils of being a superhero. I'm guessing you're not too familiar with that part, though...

[flaerd]

You would, because Jotun blood runs like a war drum in your heart. Regardless a mage or not.

I was never part of your family, so what holding does this claim have at all?

[flaerd]

You guess. One of the ever common prerequisites to being wrong.

[sorcerous]

I do not tell you how you should feel, but how I do.

I am to be the king of Asgard; I am myself, blood or not. You are nothing but a Jotunn wretch.