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Must you drag me through my past time and time again? Things that have passed, a life long forgotten, I know not what you hope to gain through this but I assure you such memories will not change me.

I am no longer named for the liar no more than I am the monster, I simply exist as I am and for all you try I will only be as such. Prediction is of little use, repetition offers no chaos and I desire it no more than your frivolous plans.

A man cannot be broken while his mind still exists, if you desire to continue you cannot do as such and thus you will never really have control.

I can be that person no longer, and your quests to do so will earn you nothing but wasted time.

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I love your hat! [Kronk was a big fan of strange hats and Loki's was definitely a bit unusual.]

And...uh. You don't look like a monster. [Yzma was definitely more monster-y, bless her mittens!]

[strum]

♪ Loki, Loki, fertile is he
Plentiful as leaves on a summer tree
But how many will last
Once a month has passed?
I'm guessing two or three ♪

[ This is the face of someone who is massively unimpressed. ]

What is your point bard?

[strum]

♪ A man's hard to fear as a serious force
After he's gotten pregnant and had a horse ♪

Were such tales true perhaps I would feel something akin to shame, [ Probably not. ] but as it stands it's just a tale told to help your kind feel less disgusted with your own deviance. [ You've got the wrong Loki kid. ]

[Bardzio's not a kid! He's old!]

[....he made himself sad.]

[strum]

♪ I won't cast doubt on anyone's preference or decision
It's only that observation suggests
Yours won't be a long-lasting religion ♪

[ You're a kid to Loki. ]

You are blathering and yet I find there's very little sense to your words. [ Yeeeaah. He's not myth Loki, he doesn't have a horse son, or a religion, or snakes or a wife or any of that nonsense. ]

[/KANYESHRUG]

Why are you calling yourself a man? That's crazy talk, buddy.

Man does not just mean human. [ He is a man, as in male, not that you'd know about that princess. ]

It is only the egoism of your nature to assume as such.

[A bloo bloo, you're just mad you got called out for your tongue flub up and are taking it out on Justin by insulting his MASCULINITY

Besides, Loki has the hat, he's totally the princess.]

...but it's hu-man. Man. Human. Humanity? Humankind? I always wondered how that translated to alien space gods...well not always, but now I guess. Instead of humanity, shouldn't it be like...Asgardity? Deity?

[ He'd insult your masculinity either way, Justin, you ask for it by being so damn irritating.

His hat is amazing, you shut your mouth. ]

Aesir. [ It's a good thing he doesn't know about eye-rolling or he'd be doing it right now. ] Alderman, antiman, cayman, desman-- [ He could go on. ]

[Your hat makes you look like Old Bessie. A cow. With udders.

Princess.]

Cayman? I thought that was a kind of crocodile. Alligator? Some...one of those things. Yeah, definitely. That's why it's the Cayman Islands.

[Lookit him purposefully missing the point. Just to irk you ♥]

[ Many worship cows. More people than those who worship you, tiny. ]

And yet you complain I am insufferable. [ He can be needlessly irritating too, as he's sure you're well aware. Especially when he takes your glasses. Brat. ]

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[And some people worship crocodiles, too.

Some worship money, what's your point?]

...why do you do this.

[ That even if he was a cow he'd get more love. ]

Because I can. [ He does what he wants Justin, get with the program. ] And you always pull quite a face when I do.

[You're an ass and he hates you.

Welp. Justin is now going to buy those cheesy plastic glasses necklaces. It'll be a deterrent, right?

lol j/k but he'll try

you make justin sad]

[ Yeah so?

That's what you get for ~~being held hostage by~~ hanging out with him. ]

You are helpless.

[HMMM WHAT ARE HIS OPTIONS ABOUT THAT AGAIN?]

Good thing you're so helpful, right?

[And somehow he sounds grateful, not bitter

what have you done you ass]

[ Cook dinner and then grovel.

Or maybe grovel and then cook dinner.

Losers choice. ]

Mmmm. [ Awee, you have been Loki'd in the worst way possible. Have a treat.

Glasses. ]

[Man he is going to need a sound machine with extra custom settinsg.]

...thanks.

[HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME
I MADE MY MISTAKES]

Why don't we get shawarma one day?

[ It's because you listen to that music. It's all karma. ]

...What? [ That doesn't even sound like a word. ]

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[AW THIS MY SHIT
He saw you dancing to Gwen Stefani
Harajuku god desu]

Uh. Food.

It's food.

[ Those Loli's love his clothes okay? If he had a tiny tophat he'd be their king too. ]

I see no reason why not.

[AWWW SUPAH KAWAII]

All right. I'll pencil you in my enormously busy schedule.

[ Snort. ]

It may be well to remind you of your past. [ REMEMBER YOUR ROOTS, BROOOOO ]

Could not the same be said of yours? [ You were not always the valiant hero of Midgard, Thor. ]

Muns thrive on repetition and wasting time. Those are probably two basic traits they all share.

And then they get aggravated when the repetition happens in a way they don't like. Humans.

So I'm learning, I knew they were simple but I had not realized how much so. It takes great effort to peruse my own goals when I find myself chained to a mortal.

[ But you are very blue and it's distracting. What the hel. ] I assume from the sentiment [ and b l u e ] that you're not one of them?

[Hel? Stop talking about your abomination offspring, Loki, you selfish son of a Frost Bitch.]

You assume from my words or from the fact of the matter that there's no such thing as a blue human being?

[ Wrong Loki, wrong babies, but it's okay, old age can make you senile when you're not a god. It's forgiven. ]

Yes, well, I've as of recently come into contact with a green human.

The Hulk? I know the Hulk. He's one of my favorite conversational partners in this...place. Whatever you want to call it.

[But she's going to roll her eyes, which—Loki, look. There are no pupils! Just straight up yellow eyes. That's a warning color, you know. Caution, yield, slow down...only, sometimes, people see the yellow light and think speed up! Go faster!

What do?]

No, I'm not human. I'm a mutant. Homo superior—the next step in evolution.

[ Like any other person with Loki's reasonable disposition at a yellow light? BOOT IT. ]

Well isn't that something. [ Not a god, but hey, not a human either so he'll give you that. ]

[There's a pause. Think, think...how would a Norse god understand?]

You know what mutation in evolution means, right?

It's the reason they've no longer got foreheads the size of melons. [ And people are less fat-- or perhaps more fat-- depending on who one asked. But Loki distinctly remembered the Vikings being quite fat-- no matter what Thor would say on the matter. ]

That's...yes, that is a basic part of it.

I suppose the easiest way to explain it is that mutants have powers. Superpowers unlike anything a human could hope to ever control.

Like what? [ Because just being blue isn't special, let him tell you... ]

[She rolls her—completely yellow—eyes, but it's a moment before Loki isn't looking at a blue woman with red hair anymore.

He's looking at himself.]

This is...one of mine. They call me a shape-shifter. There are others, some can control the weather, some can turn into men of ice, some...have the touch of death.

[ It's a curious thing, not something he's wholly impressed by-- but it does make her a step away from human which is something he can appreciate. ]

Touch of death? How quaint. [ He wonders, if only briefly, why he had not seen any of the mutants and then supposes they could not be all as easily identified. ]

A useful talent, nonetheless.

That would be my daughter, Rogue. One touch and she can sap one of power and energy and memory. Were she to touch me, she would gain the power of shifting shape. Were she to touch me for too long, I would most likely die.

[She offers a shrug, and then his helmet grows atop her head as though it's no big deal, which...it really isn't. A white hand moves up to touch the decorative horn tentatively.]

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