Loki hates splitting the muse!couch with Jason Stackhouse. The End.

[slaegr]

If there's one thing that I imagine you should have realised about me by now ...

[ Loki's expression is cool neutrality through and through, save for the lick of annoyance flickering around the corners of his mouth. It isn't so much unpleasant as it is threatening, either, which is possibly even more of a cause for concern. ]

It is that sharing was never one of my stronger virtues.

[ The flicker spreads into a smile — cruel, patient. ]

I trust I've made myself clear enough.

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[lunging]

Sometimes you have to share, Loki.

[slaegr]

I'm afraid I've found it doesn't quite suit me.

[lunging]

Thus the "have to" part of it. It is not a choice.

[secondguessing]

I'm - not sure threats are necessary.

[1/2]

[slaegr]

There is only choice.

[2/2]

[slaegr]

[ And then as an addendum: ]

For me.

[lunging]

[Oh okay. Play it that way, will you?]

Ah, yes. Of course. You choose to remain in Asgard and without the power of the Tesseract at hand. I should have known.

[slaegr]

[ He lifts an eyebrow, and the silence that falls between them is as tense as it is loaded. ]

... For now.

[ Fuck you very much, Fandral. ]

I wonder — how wise is it to taunt me?

[slaegr]

And your uncertainty is supposed to assuage me?

[secondguessing]

I could easily rephrase if that would be helpful. Something along the lines of 'Threats are definitely unnecessary.'

[ But you seem like a dick so. ] Alternately, I might point out that threats will likely be ineffective.

[lunging]

[Get in line, buddy, with the rest of the maidens.]

I am not the wise one, am I?

[slaegr]

[ Brb finding an impotency spell. ]

True enough. Perhaps you would do well to remind yourself of it more frequently.

[therealgenius]

You really haven't figured mortals out yet, have you?

[lunging]

[brb taking Sleipnir for a run]

You say that as though I am not completely accepting of that fact, my friend.

[slaegr]

Because you're all simply overflowing with complexities?

[ Have a soft chuckle. ]

Please.

[slaegr]

Oh?

[ He tilts his head just so. ]

To believe that, I have to wonder — perhaps you haven't quite yet mastered the art.

[therealgenius]

[Sorry, bro, Justin owns Colgate stock, that smile's not going to work.]

What happens when you, on your own, minus a weapon or magic, walk up to a mortal and tell them to kneel?

[secondguessing]

[ Be less accurate, Loki. ]

Be that as it may - art? Really, is that what you'd call it? - enough others have tried and failed.

[slaegr]

[ ... You take that back. You take that back right now. ]

Friend?

[ Have a laugh that seems oddly reminiscent of the good old days. You know, before everything went to shit. ]

You are slipping, Fandral.

[lunging]

[N-O.]

Slipping? [Stop talking about your son, gdit.] How am I the one who is slipping?

[Yes can we go back to the time before things were shit can we just...stop and rewind the clock and have eating contests and beat up some dwarves and everything be great and happy again?

Fandral would like that. He'd like it a lot.]

[slaegr]

[ ... Goddamnit. ]

What happens, Mr. Hammer, is entirely dependent on their response.

[therealgenius]

[Look at that asshole face of Justin's. It's so just...douchey. His face is like Eddie Brock from Spider-Man 3 level of pure, unbridled, unfiltered douche. That is a lot of douche.]

Which is...being looked at like a lunatic and pushed aside, isn't it?

[slaegr]

[ Bitch please, you're the one who brought him into this. We will now go through his baby pictures and you will croon appropriately.

At every. Single. One. ]

To call me 'friend' ...

[ His voice tapers for a moment. ]

Next time, I may have to try a little harder to wipe you out of my way.

[lunging]

[Don't make him get the Sleipnir to reply to this post, Mother of the Year, your face will be covered in drool and your hair will be slimier than your wicked mind.]

You are my friend, Loki. [He'd just like to bag up those cats in your head, save them for a rainy day. No? How about half? That's a good compromise, isn't it?] Even now, even with all that's happened, I still think of you fondly.

[slaegr]

Naturally, and like art of any form, it must be honed and refined.

[ Liesmith. Trickster God. Chaos. This is kind of his thing, okay. ]

—You take me for any other?