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[lokiofasgard]

[ he sneers and folds his arms, sarcasm abound ]

Dearest Mun,

While I realise that you seem to have a lot of... "feelings", as you so oddly put it, you seem to be having difficulty coming to terms with the fact I simply cannot be bothered with your inane prattling at this hour. And yet you insist, persist... and you refuse to let me return to bed. It's past 4AM, do you never sleep?! Your mortal friends would pale in shame...

And you're still on your sick adventures; you have dragged me here by my hair, more or less. 'tis even more of a mess than your previous haunts, do you even know what you're doing?-- no no no, stop that, put the laptop down and for goodness' sake, stop with that infernal cackling! You're embarrassing me. Are you like this in public too? Ugh, perish the thought...

You remind me so much of why I dislike this realm so.

No funny business with my brother this time, please...? Or not... I suppose manners are indeed lost on you at this point... as are the rest of your supposed wiles and moral decorum.

[ scoffing, he leisurely reclines back in his seat ]

Regards,
Loki.

Comments

[notrenessmee]

Wasn't aware gods could sleep. Huh, guess you really do learn something every day.

[lokiofasgard]

Oh-- well, no, of course we do not sleep... we merely lie awake eternally until our wiles are completely expunged, clearly.

[ arches an eyebrow ]

Of course we sleep.

[notrenessmee]

Have to forgive me, hon. I thought gods had no need for the things that make life so irritating for us mortal-types. [Even the vampires of her world don't need sleep. Well, actual sleep, anyway.]

[lokiofasgard]

I suppose I can forego the presumptious musings. You believe sleep to be irritating? I find it a reprieve...

[notrenessmee]

Sometimes it can be a godsend, pun not intended. At other times, well... there's bigger fish to fry, and basic needs do make that just a tad difficult.

[lokiofasgard]

Hn, I see... and what, pray tell, occupies you so to detract from sleep?

[notrenessmee]

Oh, little things. Being on the run from hunters that would like nothing more than to see me dead, being on the run from clans of demonic bloodsuckers who would also like to see me dead or use me as a cute little "example," you know. Those sort of things.

[Not spoken as if she wants sympathy. If anything, she sounds a little too calm about it all, like she's mocking her own situation.]

[lokiofasgard]

[ He arches an eyebrow, vague curiosity flickering across his features; that subtle plea in the girl's voice definitely not going amiss in the echo. ]

Your mortal plight does little to budge my sympathies, though it does make me wonder why a girl like you would be the object of such... murderous intention. You're no normal mortal... would I be right in assuming that?

[notrenessmee]

I don't need any sympathy. I'm a big girl, I can tie my shoes and everything. Even with that aside, I have my asshole knight on a motorcycle. [She doesn't sound pleased.]

But your assumptions are correct! I made an assumption of my own about you gods earlier, so allow me to not repeat that--have you heard of the term 'dhampir'?

[odinsonthor]

Prattling?

Brother you are fault for being up at ungodly hours.

But what is this funny business of which you speak?

[Crosses his arms and stares to him, a smile peeking at the ends of his lips]

[lokiofasgard]

Augh, I should have known you'd show up.

[ he rolls his eyes and knots his arms tightly ]

'tis my puppeteer - I'm sure you can sympathise... her sleeping pattern is, in a word, completely insane.

I don't think you want to know this "funny business" of which I speak. 'tis not for the ears of the sound of mind. Then again, to say you are sound of mind would be a bit of an overestimation.

[ fails to contain a snicker ]

[odinsonthor]

Puppeteer?
You are wrong, I control no one and I do not plan to steal any of your hobbies.

But please explain!

[lokiofasgard]

I was not referencing you-- oh goodness, you are honestly too stupid to insult sometimes.

[ he sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger ]

Not even self-aware enough to know of his own Mundane.

A-- No! I will not explain, hush now.

[odinsonthor]

[Using one hand to grab his brothers ear and pull, he smiles, his little brother was trying to be clever again. And he wasn't going to let him off easy for it]

[lokiofasgard]

Ouch!

[ He forcibly swats Thor's hand away, tearing himself a good few feet from him. ]

Was that really necessary?!

[odinsonthor]

[Giggling to himself once again]

As your Brother I must keep you in place.

That and its fun to tease

[lokiofasgard]

I do hope you remember what our muns did to us yesterday...

Let us not have a repeat of that.

[toxic_tsarina]

I'll count myself lucky that my mun didn't see this at 4am last night.

[lokiofasgard]

I'll count myself rather unlucky that they saw it at all.

[toxic_tsarina]

Charming.

Are they looking at a certain game for you or sticking to the meme scene?

[lokiofasgard]

I couldn't possibly tell you. She is about as lucid as a wittering lunatic at this point. I think she has not the slightest clue what she's doing here. A... friend her of hers apparently lured her here.

[toxic_tsarina]

My mun is giggling at 'wittering lunatic', but personally, I think you talk too much.

Be careful she doesn't start shipping you against your will. No thanks to that Baker Street bullshit, mine has started to like certain OTPs she never understood before.

[lokiofasgard]

And yet nobody forces you to listen.

[ he rolls his eyes, tutting ]

Hn, oh she's been doing that for months now. I abhor and tire of it, but if she doesn't get her so-called "fix", she gets rather... capricious. She baffles me. Sounds like you're no stranger to this, though.

[toxic_tsarina]

Mine made icons, Loki. Icons.

I was content with the Barton thing, that make sense. And we ignored the BlackFrost (I don't even) for a good while, but then we meet this particular..."friend", and that was it. My undoing.

[lokiofasgard]

I fear mine might have just taken your word as a friendly suggestion...

Well... at least she does not throw you with your own mortal enemy. That's never fun. And yet she thrives on this... "Thunderfrost", like it's her air. Shovelling chocolate into her maw at 3am, sobbing and snivelling like a child. I cannot fathom it, I truly cannot. I would say it can't get any worse but... it probably can.