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Thy choice of using his face for mine concerns me not, mun. Thou dost fixate too deeply on something so trivial. Worriest thou on matters more urgent, more of consequence, for thy choice to take me hither or nay doth concern me most directly, not which face doth don my visage so. Thou mayest place me a multitude of worlds. While thou dost take thine time in deciding I have other matters to attend to for ne'er is The Mighty Thor complacent, all I ask of thee is that thou chooseth wisely.

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You're passive, aren't you?

Take a holiday. The realms will survive your absence... as they have ever survived your banishments before.

.. I think I'm in the wrong district.

Have.. have you seen Loki?

[ Kusuriuri trots right on up to you, and gives you a proper sniffing. ]

God.

Nay, were I passive I would have bothered not to say what I wished to say to the mundane. There are also other matters more pressing to mine interests than these, and 'tis to those I am aggressive.

Thou shouldest come on holiday with me, then, by thy logic. I could teach thee mortal pastimes, Loki.

Loki? ...

Thy new styling of thyself is passingly curious.

He cometh and he go by his own whims, little one. What business hath thee with mine brother god?

Aye, strange creature. And what art thou?

But you said it, and you're fine with it. You made only a little fuss.

What does an aggressive Thor look like?

I think not.

I will keep Asgard in want of your return instead.

You're much.. larger than my brother, but yet.. you are.

This is uncomfortable.

Oh! Oh, I.. I.. I miss him. [ She comes up close to you and reaches out for your hand, a small teary face looks up at you. ] Please, tell him?

Direct as ever, I see! Give them what for, brother! Do not let The Man get you down, as the mortals say.

Kusuriuri.

A simple medicine seller.

'Tis better to make only a little fuss, as thou sayest, when only a little fuss is needed. Too big a fuss and thou doth risk making more damage than was any measure of problem to begin with.

An aggressive Thor is a mighty and frightening sight, I assure thee. None may stand against my strength, good Lady, for I am the God of Strength and Thunder! I rage greatly when I do, just as I may love greatly, and revenge greatly, triumph greatly and mistake greatly.

Ne'er do I risk not being great, for I am Thor of Asgard, but to temper mine greatness to make only a little fuss is preferable most times.

I say thee, nay. Now or anon thou cometh with me. Shall I bind mine own brother to me for the good of the realm? Aye, even if it please thee not, nor doth mine own sanity any good.

I see, so this was a mighty and great little fuss.

Comfort thineself, Loki, for I wouldest wish thee no harm, lest thou bring harm. What manner of Loki art thou, to be of discomfort before the likeness of thine brother? Hath he wronged thee?

I say you, I care not what or where it is you go, so long as you are gone! Be free of worry, dear brother, all will be well in your absence.

You need not bind yourself to me, I will only drag you down. [ Ha, ha. ]

Aye.

I will at that. I had not known he was in friendship with one such as thee, tiny Lady. [And he finds it rather difficult to believe, but there is much of Loki that he always manages to find curious]

No, he did not.

But he is a shadow that is ever persistent. I cannot rid myself of him, no matter how far I travel. From Venice to Rome, he follows me tirelessly!

Nay, thou art not so simple, if thou canst smell godliness. Speakest thou thy thoughts, medicine seller, what does The Mighty Thor's godliness smell of to thee?

[ She removes her hand from his, to touch longingly to her bracelet. ]

He had given me wings, because I am loyal and good to him. [ She says proudly. ] You, are a loud one though.

You destroyed the dome when you crashed through.

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