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Drunken demise imminent ; be wary of the vomit rocket.

Darling mun,

I think you ought to know that this is probably the worst idea you've had to date. Do your hideous designs ever cease? I am a God, not some... pawn in a game. I don't care how much you wish for me to drink with Romanova, of all people, I refuse.

[ reisgns himself to sitting by the wall with his arms knotted. ]

Don't look at me like that! I'm not doing it! It hurt enough to be civil with that whelp, let alone drink with her.

[ scoffing, he takes on a disgusted glower and averts his eyes to the wall. ]

You are just... terrible. I wish you'd have left me in prison. At least it was somewhat peaceful there.

Regards,
Loki.

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I don't see the problem with Miss Romanova.

Then again I suppose it's because her guns were aimed at you in your universe.

Oh, spare me the paltry musings.

[ rolls his eyes, reclining back in his seat. ]

I'd ponder your seemingly differed origins to myself, though at this hideous time of the morning I've nary a care in the world.

Well working on the assumption you are the popular version of myself I would say that to know my origins you simply need to switch your position with Thor's though it is a little more complex I believe it is the closest explanation.

[ he cocks an eyebrow, vapid disbelief there to see. ]

... So Thor is adopted/Allfather's second favourite?

[ a seemingly thoughtful pause. ]

That's hilarious.

I'm still the adopted one but Thor is the wayward son.

He went to Earth after father thought to give me the crown due to his brash behavior. He decided he would take it over to show Father he could rule a land and how to do it properly.

However his behavior grew more unlike him as time went on. He began hurting mortals to achieve his goals.

[ Visibly getting way more of a kick out of this than he should be. ]

Oh this is just priceless. To think Thor could ever be capable of such things! It's laughable, truly.

Tell me, how poor a job does he do of it? Please do tell me he's met with the same scathing attitudes I am. Oh that would just make my day.

I don't appreciate your attitude about OUR brother.

However to answer your question. Yes, the Avengers are after him just as much as you.

HE actually has a following of humans who are not being mind-controlled however.

No, no, no, your brother, dear; your brother.

[ however oddly soft his tone is, it drips condescension. ]

I don't have a brother. I don't have a family. Don't want one. Like it this way.

[ curt words followed up by a curt nod; a shrug. ]

Ooh, wait... does this mean you're in with those lost whelps? The Avengers? Please, tell me you are, I'm finding this all far more amusing than I should do.

Perhaps your brother and I should have a nice chat sometime.

I am a member of the Avengers, yes.

[He smirked.]

And I seem to remember you getting tossed around by them repeatedly from what my mundane showed me so don't act so high and mighty.

[ he's tittering, unabashedly so, a hand rising to his mouth. ]

Ohh, ohhhh, clearly you are simply not of my calibre. You honestly think I wanted Midgard? That cesspit? Don't make me laugh. This perceived "loss" was in fact my intention - the battering and smashing was merely collateral damage. I got what I wanted. I got back into Asgard.

[ offers his own smirk in return. ]

You didn't intentionally lose and we both know it. That would be a cunning plan but you were not thinking well enough to enact such a plan.

Au contraire, I was. That was my plan.

Look, I know that you may not rival my wiles, but that doesn't mean you have to undermine me to make yourself feel better.

'Tisn't very becoming.

You're judging someone of equal biology and environment to you.

You do realize this means you're saying you have less wiles than yourself.

Incorrect. Your upbringing was clearly vastly different to mine, ergo your psychology; your mindset is different. Things will cross your mind that nary cross mine, and vice versa.

You do realise you're just proving my point?

You're very wrong. Thor was the favorite until his behavior grew too brash. I believe it was only at this moment that Odin considered me for the throne.

You are only proving that you are too quick to make assumptions to make a complex plan of revenge.

Your actions are not very well thought out and you overestimate yourself.

Ah, but I feel I have to poke holes yet again. You see, you never had to face the brutal rejection from you own would-be father. You never had to have him spit his vitriol in your face when it was a mere fraction from death.

And you know, he let me fall. Your precious father; that's right, he'd let you die.

Your judgements are still baseless. Your hapless belief that you and I are one in the same... naive, asinine at best. I would not be so foolish. You fail to see the bigger picture of things - takes the ground right out from beneath you and your words.

I can't say I am too fond of that idea myself... I foresee it ending rather messily for the both of you.

Or just for her. Poor woman believes she can "drink me under the table".

What an odd Midgardian phrase; it doesn't even make any sense.

I didn't quite expect it, but I have seen her put away no small amount of alcohol. But of course, it is nothing compared to you and I, so accustomed to Asgardian drink...

Have you not noticed how few Midgardian phrases actually do make sense, brother? Most of the time, it is like they're speaking entirely in riddles.

[ a vapid smile crosses his face. ]

Poor girl's walking right into a deathmatch with her own liver... mn... not the best course of action for an eighty-four year old mortal, I have to say. Do make sure you're on call to haul her away once she passes.

Hm, I wouldn't say they speak in riddles, rather in nonsense. To say they speak in riddles denotes they actually have the intelligence and capacity to weave and decipher them.

Sorry to burst your bubble, your goddiness, but we're all pawns in the silly games our beloved muns put us through. [She's not looking forward to anything her mun might think up for her--being ignored for other muses was a good thing, damnit!] From the sound of things, it sure does seem like you're having trouble in paradise...

[Can she watch? She promises she won't point and laugh! ...much.]

Oh, if only I could be yet more painfully aware of this notion... rather ironic from a strange girl who insistently fawns and gushes about how much she loves me. Muns can be odd creatures - wouldn't you agree?

You should embrace yours' lack of attention while you can. The lack of grief is rather blissful indeed.

[ He folds his arms, seeming indignant at best, but not shooing her away at any rate. ]

You hurt the ones you love. Isn't that how the saying goes, honey? Pretty sure it is. In any case, yes, I do believe I can agree with that statement. They are pretty strange.

I did embrace it. I embraced it a lot, actually. Lovingly! And then she noticed me again. Decided it was time for me to do the talking, socialization thing. That I needed more "fleshing out," and here I am.

But as long as you and I know how shitty these muns can be to their pawns, darling, I think we'll be fine. Am I right?

Mm, and if there is one man in the world who could ever align with that notion, it would be I.

[ a bitter smile seems to cross him; vapid and yet, there's something there. ]

Oh I could only hope that one day mine will cease to pester me. Although, I must say it's quite amusing; the way she so haplessly bangs away at her keyboard, not even offering the slightest of second glances to each word; sending it off before giving any word the remotest of thought. Suffice it to say, I find her neurosis, her... anxiety odd, when she attacks me in this way.

She feels she has no grasp on me whatsoever. I personally enjoy preying upon her weakness.

[ he smirks. ]

Mhm... suppose we'll be just grand in the comfort of knowing this... plight appears to spread fairly wide.

See, this is the part where I should tell you how much of a cruel dick you are for preying on weakness. However, we're talking about a mun and I think I've lost the damn I was supposed to give.

[Ouch.]

Oh, yes. What a wonderful comfort it'll be!

Oh but I am such a very, very cruel dick... what can I say? Rampant misanthropy is practically hard wired into me; and it does not falter for those who choose to further inflict my grief for their own morbid amusement.

[ He shrugs nonchalantly, uncaring smirk on his face.

She dishes it out - I just dish it right back.

Edited 2012-06-29 13:52 (UTC)

And that's why I don't feel any sympathy for your mun. I have a feeling that with the type of misery she's probably sending your way, dear, she more than needs it "dished back."

[No, Sophia. No. Bad. Stop agreeing with the mischief god this instant, young lady.]

So I wonder if it's really cruelty, in that kind of instance... or just self defense. [Slight grin.]

Well, she did see it fit to throttle me off a bridge into empty space the other day. She is such a delightful mun to bear with. The tears shed are of no condolence; I still have a headache from the impact. [ he sighs slightly, rubbing at one of his temples. Yes, Sophia. Good. Goooood. Agree with the pretty trickster god ~ ]

Revenge, really. Retribution. Something like that. But let's keep my supposed innocence and go with self defence.

Edited (forgot a full stop, oops.) 2012-06-29 17:27 (UTC)

A bridge into empty space? My, your life sounds tough... and she does sound like a sweet little joy.

Self defense? [Grins--what did I say about agreeing with the trickster god, Sophia? Bad.] I think I'm beginning to like the way you think...

Mn, her feigned exuberance and overamourous ways would have you believing so. Though she is indeed a tyrant of another calibre.

Is that so, young one? Might not be the wisest of your opinions, but a welcome one nonetheless...

Mine is, too... but I got to admit that others in this headspace know that better than I do. That's the reason why I haven't envied them. To be on the same level as the canon characters whose lives she gleefully fucks up? No thanks. Same goes for Miss Silver-haired loudmouth and her artist boytoy. [Ow, Sophia. Play nice with your headspacemates. What did they even do to you?]

Really? I wonder why I had a feeling it would be welcomed...

Nn, I know that feeling. Though I must say, she is a fair iota kinder to that... odd fellow with whom I share this headspace. Scruffy, excitable fellow, black hair, Zs on his face... weird... yellow rat with him constantly. [ Sighing, he shakes his head. ] He seems happy enough. Though oddly he becomes antsy when he's not in the spotlight. Kicking up a right storm earlier because I've been here at the forefront for months. He ought to embrace the obscurity.

Well, 'tis an affable remark to make. I couldn't possibly reject it.

I don't know why he would want to be in the spotlight, hun. Eh, he sounds like a kid, though I'm beginning to learn you can't count on those who act like kids and look like kids to actually be kids. The oldest "version" of the artist I mentioned is eighteen. He looks more like fifteen, if that.

Well, I do my best to be affable when it's deserved. I can't be a bitch all the time. Things would just get boring then, sweets.

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Drunken demise imminent ; be wary of the vomit rocket.

Here have an AU Loki :P

Ooh! Lovely ~

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This is..I'd say a catfight but xD

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hope you don't mind her bothering loki again, i enjoyed that last thread. :)

eee! no, I don't mind, i'll take people coming back to bug him as a good thing. ; v ;

your loki is lovely. what can i say?

o-oh gosh, stop it, you're making me blush. ; //// ;

but it's truuue

asdfghjkl; i-if you say so. ; u ; <3

<3

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