[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?

[nymphai]

You...like...being controlled?

[hates_thunder]

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

D'you pander to your writer's sensibilities?

[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?

[likeamonster]

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

[nine_songs]

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

[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]

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

No-one controls me.

[hates_thunder]

Oh, it usually does, in the long run.

Do I... know you?

[hates_thunder]

...

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

[hates_thunder]

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

[lithumed]

[Sharply:] We make our own way, thank you very much.

[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]

And you all do so well with that, don't you? You humans can't even look after yourselves from day to day.

[lithumed]

The world's messed up; I'll give you that much. [The real world and the fake one, in her case.] But what makes you any more qualified to fix things?

[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?

[hates_thunder]

Humans simply need... outside guidance.

[lithumed]

[That sounds uncomfortably familiar. Posta grinds her teeth together.] No. We don't.

[hates_thunder]

[He chuckles quietly. Humans can be adorable sometimes.]

You're all far too caught up in your own 'human condition' to be able to look at any of your problems objectively. A viewpoint from outside your species is necessary if anything's ever going to be improved.

[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.