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I do appreciate that you have me scheming again. 'Twould not do for Loki to go for long without deceit.

But... I despair of the fact that I know not where your heart and your mind lie. What is this sense of foreboding that clouds my heart? I feel as though I will not enjoy what you truly have planned for me.

Are you attempting to trick the Trickster?

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Good gravy, man! You're like the most popular character on this thing! What more are you asking for?

A modicum of respect.

I respect you, Norse god of trickery and chaos.

As well you should, far too many mortals lack the wits to acknowledge their betters.

There are too many ignorant dullards in the world. I mean, really! Why not give respect to a god?

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Oh dear, dreadful indeed. A mortal hides themselves from you? This certainly cannot be so.

Ah, my otherworldy self returns...

Has your heart ached at my absence?

A pain I harbor with great animosity.

How fairs thee?

Have the tables finally turned, brother?

[Thor is a little amused at the thought.]

What a dilemma! You shall have to be even trickier still, and countertrick with trickery of your own. Which, I am sure, is the tricksiest sort of trickiness, and therefore superior. I have faith.

And I shall make a more valiant effort still if it means ridding myself of the name "Sygin".

But briefly!

For does Loki not always have another trick up his sleeve!?

If she does intend for me to suffer an ill fate then she plays a game I ... [A brief pause as he glances at the boy]

-that Loki is far more experienced in.

Is it poor form, do you think, for me to root for you?

Nevertheless, there is a thing that the mortals call beginners' luck, and if she is clever enough to play you at all, well .. you are perhaps in trouble, Mister Magpie. Yet Loki is notoriously good at escaping.

Less doubtful a heart, to be certain.

Has your ship expeditions grown tiresome already?

Tiresome?

'Twas tiresome long ago.

My plans and my pawns and the traps I shall spring are all for the purpose of escape.

And by the time I am done licking my proverbial wounds, the beginner's luck will have worn thin and I will at last be free.

Do tell me of this new place your little mortal thing wishes you to invade, if you would.

The island where I am forced to travel through time or the island where I have that vile bird following me?

Vile bird? [ you sound disturbed. Excellent. ]

A magpie with a fondness for inconsequential nattering.

If the Company is to be believed, she is a physical manifestation of my soul. A painful thought.

[ Ahahaha. He's not masking that laughter. ] How apt. Oh, how I yearn to know what natterings his soul doth speak, this ever wise one of me.

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Oh, hush.

What are the schemes? Amusing and dangerous or just dangerous?

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