[No game yet/voice test]

[hates_thunder]

Really, Writer, what makes you think you can represent me any better than you represent any of the several dozen other people who reside in this headspace of yours?

'I don't think that way.' Don't give me that I don't think that way, nonsense.

Also, I demand more icons.

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[lithumed]

You ever try asking politely before you start demanding stuff?

[hates_thunder]

[He quirks an eyebrow, insouciant grin never wavering.]

D'you pander to your writer's sensibilities?

[lithumed]

I don't pander. Works better when it's a team effort.

[That is one creepy-ass smile, dude.]

[hates_thunder]

[He likes the effect that smile has on people.]

Oh, I've found I don't do... teams very well.

[lithumed]

[Yes, well, it's v. creepy.]

Let me guess. You're more of the bossy type? Figures.

[hates_thunder]

Oh, now, you say that as though it's a bad thing. Someone has to take charge with these humans.

[nymphai]

You...like...being controlled?

[hates_thunder]

[Now that's a bizarre question.]

What... are you talking about?

[nymphai]

{From her? Not really.}

Your "mun" can control you. They brought you here and they can send you to...other places.

Why encourage them?

[hates_thunder]

[His smile turns a little... dangerous.]

No-one controls me.

[likeamonster]

Keep acting like a spoiled brat, Loki. I hear they like that. How that works in your favor, I don't know.

[hates_thunder]

Oh, it usually does, in the long run.

Do I... know you?

[likeamonster]

You might not but I've met at least two other of you. Funny lil multiverse, isn't it?

If you're the same as the others, we share a common enemy.

[hates_thunder]

[This gives him pause. He knows there are other universes out there, but not how they would intersect. That's for another time, though.]

And who would that be?

[likeamonster]

Big Green and Stupid. Also known as the Hulk.

[hates_thunder]

[A slow smile crosses his features.]

Do tell? And would the... 'Hulk' that you know be the same as the one I know?

[nine_songs]

Why're you demanding anything? You're more creative than that.

[hates_thunder]

...

... Well, Allfather, you know me. Why do things on my own when I can get other people to do it for me?

[nine_songs]

A demand comes right out and says 'I want it!' There are much more subtle ways.

But I don't know this 'you'. You sound much more the idiot.

[hates_thunder]

[There's a momentary hesitation--even panic. Loki's smile falters and ceases to reach his eyes, which have become unreadable... to most people.]

You would say that, Allfather. [Nevertheless, his voice is still smooth and remains so.] If I am subtle, it is duplicity. If I am straightforward, it is idiocy. Pray tell, then, how should I do these things? Any things? Hm?

[nine_songs]

[He snorts.]

When have I ever known you, the Lie-Smith, to be bereft of schemes? You don't need me to tell you what you need to do, boy. What you need to do is stop whining. Makes me sick to listen to it.

[authoroutofspace]

Oh yes. Just what your mun needs. Another jackass of a god in her head.

[...not that he's bitter or anything.]

[hates_thunder]

[He stares for a beat, wearing a perfect bzuh face that I simply haven't got an icon for yet. Then he grins.]

Oh, I take it you've met the King In Yellow?

[authoroutofspace]

[Lineface. So. Much. Lineface.]

Yes. We've met.

[The tone is similar to the tone one would take when saying, "Why yes, I have been dipped in acid and covered in fire ants, why do you ask?"]

[hates_thunder]

[He nods sagely, as though that short reply nevertheless told him everything.]

Mmm. I've met him as well. He's...

...

[Loki Silvertongue actually flounders for words. Only Hastur the Unspeakable could cause such a thing to happen.]

... something that defies description.