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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[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.