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[poisontongued]

I think you may find your fancies ill suited for the true lord of Asgard, lowly creature. What can such a transient thing like you know of a god? I have seen your cities fall in the time it takes for your mortal heart to beat once.

I shall not be your puppet. Now go. And seek amusement elsewhere.

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[gammabruce]

Grand words. Falling on deaf ears, though.

[poisontongued]

I know not if she will heed my words. Humans seldom do. An unwise choice.

I do know you, however. How does it feel knowing that you may, at any moment, turn on those you call "friends"? Does it burden you?

[gammabruce]

You don't know me at all. Only your perception of what you call a 'monster'.

I'm far more in control of Him than you are of your human. How's that feel?

[tinfoil_angel]

Really I think this is a fitting punishment for you. One that won't bring about Ragnarok even!

[poisontongued]

She should kneel at my will as should the rest of your miserable kind.

You speak to a god! Hold your tongue lest I remove it myself and give you a brutal lesson in manners!

[Oops, someone's a little on edge.]

[poisontongued]

Do not speak of Ragnarok as if you truly understand its meaning.

[lunging]

[omg loki chill the fuck out at the green man okay he saw what he did to you]

If I may make a suggestion, my prince...this is not a good way to go about speaking to your mortal.

[poisontongued]

[Rule of comics villainy: Poke things that can hurt you. Rule 2: Keep doing it.]

How would you have me speak?

[evilisfabulous]

Not entirely true, I can assure you. I, for one, am hardly a puppet. These mundanes may be of significantly lower station than ourselves, but I can vouch for the fact that they are quite useful.

[lunging]

[Fandral dislikes that idea, bro, stop trying to be such a villain.]

Calmly, for one. Not as though you are about to spit fire and steam.

[poisontongued]

I will not yield myself to a human's will.

[evilisfabulous]

Why, whoever said that she was the one in charge of me?

[therealgenius]

[Wow r u d e Loki, way rude.]

You sweet talk all the ladies like that?

[poisontongued]

I shall not give that beast my respect, nor feign to. I do not fear him.

[Okay maybe he does a little; his voice wavers slightly. But sometimes the Lie-Smith lies to himself.]

[poisontongued]

Are you suggesting that 'tis the puppet that holds the strings?

[evilisfabulous]

I am suggesting that I am the puppeteer.

[lunging]

Are you talking about...no, no, I meant...I was talking about your mundane, they are a bit, well. Different.

Speak to the green man however you like, Loki, we know he is capable of holding his own.

[poisontongued]

I speak ill only of those who have insulted me.

[poisontongued]

Forgive me, Fandral, for having no kind words for someone who seeks to see me dance for her amusement.

[therealgenius]

How the hell has she insulted you already? Your account hasn't even been active a week, man, she must be on the ball if you think you've been egregiously insulted at this point.

[brb - spewing technology talk forever]

[poisontongued]

Then you have reversed the relationship...

[Iiinteresting....]

[lunging]

[Fine, make him frown.]

You need not seek forgiveness from me, Loki.

[poisontongued]

[The silence means you've already lost him.]

[evilisfabulous]

It was not difficult, I assure you. Ah, but where are my manners. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Ghirahim.

[therealgenius]

[Alien gods are superior his foot.]

Give it time, I mean. You're judging too quickly, and...well, mortals don't work the way you want them to.