Hailing from a PSL.

[bringingthemagic]

Wench that holds me captive,

You need some sort of help. The things you do to me and then THIS! Oh yes that man Hiddleston in his Henry IVth looked dashing but he is far from Loki. To make me "wish to run with mortals in a time of peace on Asgard." Yes, that makes PERFECT sense. Even worse that you brought Lady Jane and my bumbling fool of a brother along on this misadventure.

What kind of fool of you take me for? I would NEVER venture through Midgard parading as a human simply for sport, much less blond like Thor.

A pox on you and all those you care about.

-No Love
Loki of Asgard Leifr the Sly

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[bringingthethunder]

Well to be fair, brother. It seems my mun started the line of thinking with this whole idea. So you should not place all the blame on yours.

[bringingthemagic]

...Have you seen what mine has been doing to me! She needs to be put to death.

Skittles addictions and partnerships with Stark? Please.

Though, I admit it could be a bit of fun.

[bringingthethunder]

Tis not that far off from my apparent poptart and coffee addictions.

There are far worse fates than hiding among the mortals while disguised. Be thankful, they do not see us being like the Olympians.

[bringingthemagic]

Too true brother, and for now we can be also most thankful they have not forced us into these "parings" many of the others whom claim to control us have tried to do.

I shall bite my tongue for now. Adventures are still to be had.

[bringingthethunder]

Tis a definite relief. Thank the Nine for that.

Of course, it is us! Our adventures have been many thus far. I see no reason why this cannot be another opportunity to prove our worth.

[bringingthemagic]

As do I brother, as do I. These mortal wenches should know I have much better taste in a bed met then that of my own brother. [ Couldn't not say it.]

Exactly! Now you and our new companion need to hurry and catch up with me. I'll be waiting for you.

[bringingthethunder]

I should think they would know that the Mighty Thor has no need to take relatives to his bed. He is not so desperate for that sort of company. [Whatever brother. *eyeroll*]

Hopefully we shall not keep you waiting long.

[bringingthemagic]

We are not the Greeks after all, as you hath yourself said.[ Just smirking in return.]

It is fine, I shall make the wench write up something epic to explain why I am not with you and the fair maiden.

[bringingthethunder]

Does that mean that we shall happen upon you in a tavern alleviating after battle tension with a fair bar wench? [He's smiles in jest.]

[bringingthemagic]

...Such words you use against me brother. [ Yup.]

[bringingthethunder]

[Thor laughs heartily.] Perhaps the lady and I shall walk slower as not to interrupt your liaison then.

[bringingthemagic]

I would prefer you hurry all the same. No wench would keep me that busy. You surly know better then that.

[bringingthethunder]

Why brother, what if she be a talented wench though? I would be remiss to deprive you of such company.

[bringingthemagic]

Oh then by all rights take your time, but I doubt this little village has such a wench on hand.

OR! Is it you whom worries what I may see, maybe the lady you are traveling with plans to bed you and that is why you wish to take your time. Blame me not for your own carnal desires.

[bringingthethunder]

Brother, I would not dare to presume a thing of her. She is nearly as fierce as the Lady Sif and we both know how Sif would react to such an assumption. [He's not in the mood to have his ass kicked today.]

[bringingthemagic]

My my, then I can not wait to met this feisty creature. Bring her and come. I will not wait forever for you.

[bringingthethunder]

So impatient, are you not of magic? If you wish us to reunite sooner rather than later, then find us instead.

[bringingthemagic]

Then we both lose the band we have been traveling with. Is that what you desire brother? I could likely stall them more or simply slip away myself once I finish the magic I am already working on and come find you. Alas again the younger must save the elder.

[bringingthethunder]

Brother please, my situation is not so dire that I am in need of rescue. I thought it I, who was the one marked as impatient among us two.

[bringingthemagic]

Do we not sometimes trade roles? I do quite think we do.

Alas, have your run and I shall have mine. Far thee well brother, until our paths again cross.

[bringingthethunder]

Ah I shall leave you to your wench then. Fare thee well!

[lokiofasgard]

Hear, hear.

[ Despite concurrence, a meagre amount of amusement plays upon his features. He's idly swirling a glass of liquour as he speaks. ]

Oh but fret not, my friend, dear mun could be doing much, much worse things, let me assure you of that... I'd gladly trade that absurdly quixotic affair for the abhorrent misadventures I am so often burdened with.

[bringingthemagic]

Finally someone of taste.

[ Lifts his own glass of mortal made ale in a toast.]

Alas, we are normally on Bakerstreet which we have seen and done much worse. This is simply the straw to break the camels back so to say.

[lokiofasgard]

Ah, and I am indeed no stranger to the feeling.

[ Mirrors the motion with a half smile before necking a sizeable mouthful straight down. ]

That dire place, yes... [ He's unable to help scoffing. ] Darling mun had me there this morning, afflicted and withdrawn like a sick dog. Not entirely sure what mirth she draws from such deplorable things.

Suffice it to say, my camel's back broke rather a long time ago. Her most recent flights of fantasy have myself a mortal too. A young wizard, even. Can you imagine it? [ laughs humourlessly; shaking his head. ] Unbelievable.

[bringingthemagic]

[ And likewise he drinks down about the same amount sitting the mug to his side.]

Very much so, in my normal form this wench that tries to controls me claims us to be addicted to skittles and coffee. Like we are as easily swayed by mortal treats as Thor. Some of the things they do to us. It is unspeakable.

Oh I can, as mine has pondered the same. Even made a 'verse' where we have amnesia and living right out in the open. Like that would truly happen.

[lokiofasgard]

[ A mirthless smile seems to tug at one corner of his mouth, and soundlessly he merely taps the side of his nigh empty glass; swilling amber liquid. ]

Mun would have many believe that this is the mortal poison of a shade of mine. A slave to the bottle. Though also, she'd like to think we're rather weak to chocolate and absurd excuses for Midgardian "music". [ He rolls his eyes, swigging his last. ] What possesses them to dream such things, I will never know.

Sad to say, it would appear our puppet masters bear some similarities in that department... she rather enjoys pondering an amnesiac me living a fabricated life as a mortal astronomer. [ Sighs, wistfully eyeing his empty glass. ]

'Tis indeed a terrible life.

[bringingthemagic]

At least you were blessed with a tollerance, this one claims me to be a light weight. So easily to intoxication and making an utter fool of myself. Which is complete hogwash. By Odin's eye I was raised brother to Thor, who can hold more drink then he? I would rather be called a slave to the bottle then be told I can not handle as much as the Thunderer. I think they all to be mad and need to be done away with.

They may be in need of meeting....wait no. That would be bad for both of us. 'Liam' as she has named my amnesiac self is not even granted occupation, simply locked away in the Norn Skuld's home reading Sci-fi books and dreaming of battles old.

So it is.

[lokiofasgard]

A modicum, perhaps. [ he shrugs. ]

But, intoxication is intoxication - the intake is of no consequence when you're regressed into the form of a weakened whelp crawling out of the dark, trying to hold back his bile and his reported reservoir of tears. She does so have a morbid fascination with my misery. If anything, 'tis not becoming at all.

What-- oh you absolute-- [ takes in a sharp breath of air through a locked jaw. ] You've planted the idea in their awful little heads now. Foolish me, foolish... even so, she is cooing over the, ah... the mortal name you bear. Mine tends to change often, depending upon where she throws me.

Presently, 'tis Damian.

[bringingthemagic]

That it may be.

That it is indeed, and this foul creature has had me do such horrors as 'table dancing' and other such horrors. These wenches need to be punished for attempting to command the gods. Though I feel for you having such horrors brought upon you.

[ Shifting his eyes some wearily.] As is mine, this was not wise words I spoke. Though Damian has such charm to it, I believe a mortal cinimatic was made many years ago with a young man named Damian being the son of their "devil". Liam is a form I never wish to be stuck in again.

[lokiofasgard]

Eheh... ah, if only I'd been subject to such idle pleasantries. Table dancing would be a reprieve, truly.

Nay, she has me in dark, dire revelry of my mental fractures. She rather enjoys dancing in my decay, and exacerbating it, even more so. I would claim her abhorrent for doing so, but then again... what would that make me? [ Chuckles again; terse and humourless. ]

Ah yes, I've heard of this, I believe. Perhaps not reflective, but I do suppose it has rather a ring to it.

Thankfully, no such lesser shade of myself exists on this... this place. Not yet anyway. I am the only mirror she likes to manipulate, but I fear she will add a few more to the roster, in time.

[incantationfetter]

[ A light laugh here, because this is quite the situation. ] Ah, you always manage to find yourself in the most particular of situations.

[bringingthemagic]

This wench I am made to deal with is always doing these things. Surly you understand. Does she not talk your own into such trivialities?

[incantationfetter]

Am I supposed to do so? And sometimes she does, but right now my mundane has been behaving and I can be assured I won't deal with this particularly new triviality.

[bringingthemagic]

That is only because they are distracted with Ms Knight and Mr. Plumptre. We are safe for now.

[incantationfetter]

[ A light twinkling laugh. ] Ah dearest, even if they weren't I don't think I will be part of that little band of rascals you will be in Midgard, but I do wish you good luck.

Though I have to say you look quite good with blond hair.

[bringingthemagic]

[ Sighs and kisses her cheek.] Sadly this is true if only because they set it before I even knew Angrboda. So I had no reason to be 'sad.'

[bringingthemagic]

Plus I hate the blond.

[incantationfetter]

Indeed, but really Loki being in Midgard is not that bad and especially in those times. [ A small shrug. ] Some of the mortals can be quite grateful when you aid them and it’s not that bad.

And nonsense you look good.