in regards to jim 645, naturally. spoilers in the comments, i'm sure!

[forcedreset]

Ah.

Well one cannot argue, at least, that it was a good story.

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[silenceyoudummy]

You are going nowhere.

[forcedreset]

So it would seem. I am now a parasitic little story within someone else's head instead; I must say I have an all new appreciation for my mundane!

But outside of here? Ah .. well, all stories must end, Leah. A shame mine was so terribly short.

Yeah.... I really need to get on to reading that

[devilhimself]

{{Don't worry about spoiling me, though, I'll probably go look it up in a few hours anywho}}

[ Tales are something Matt deals in; stories and adventures spun into song and ballad, all for a few coins and loose lips. The life of a blind bard was hardly an easy one, but Matt had always done far better than just 'scrape by'. Withouth Fury, though... well, it seemed to be universally interesting times ]

You may find there are no bad stories, merit depends upon the audience that hears it.

Still, a fresh tale is always one worth hearing.

prepare to have your heart ripped out through your eyeballs!

[forcedreset]

[ understood! but i'll try to be easy on the spoilers anyway, when possible! ]

Well spoken! I suppose I stand corrected, in a way.

...that gives me terrible premonitions

[devilhimself]

{{Much appreciated. <3}}

Mayhap not. A good story is not necessarily a heartening one.

[ There is a smirk, though, of amusement and dark humor. ]

The best part of all stories however, is that one may make one's own end of them. Truth means little in tales, and what is truth, but that which we say holds weight.

[ He has retold plenty of endings in his time,. If they remain untrue in his world, well, that hardly keeps it from remaining so in another. ]

And what is your tale, little magician?

[loyalhandmaiden]

And you remain an idiot.

[forcedreset]

And you remain refreshingly spiny!

[loyalhandmaiden]

You've given me ample time to practice.

[ofmyth]

[Whoops is he supposed to do words here?

Have a giant Thor!hug instead.]

[forcedreset]

[ words what are those who needs words - ]

Brother, I --

[ all right, maybe no words. loki's just going to bury his face in that big cape of yours. ]

[ofmyth]

[Words are overrated, and Thor has always been better at expressing himself through arms.

As it is, it's a few moments before he can find any words at all.]

No one, neither man nor God, shall ever have a brother better than Loki the Reborn.

[headwings]

There is much to be said about the power of words, as you well know.

[forcedreset]

Indeed! I will ever be in agreement, and not only because I have little to no talent with a sword.

Nevertheless, it seems the time has finally come to tell yours, Lady Sif! Are you as terribly excited as I?

[headwings]

No doubt our sword-masters would relish the chance to teach you, Loki.

[ by which sif means she can just see everyone enjoying the chance for a few hits. but she might actually miss this old-new you, loki. though she'd rather lose her hair again than admit it. ]

Nay, for I am to become 'berserk' and banished from Asgard itself if rumors hold true. Surely a tale need not threaten to ruin all I hold dear for it to be just as engaging.

[dusk_and_dawn]

Perhaps, but it has made my mun all ... flaily.

[forcedreset]

Flaily is a word for it, I suppose. I do hope your mundane recovers swiftly!

[allofme]

So, uhm.

... go get ice cream? You can tell me all about it and stuff.

[forcedreset]

Ah yes, we shall shoot the breeze over shaken milk.

I would rather like that, I think.

[falsehoods]

[Just...a quiet stare]

[forcedreset]

It would seem you have succeeded in returning to the being who matters most, yes?

CAN I JUST THREADJACK A MOMENT

[ofmyth]

Loki.



[Someone is just a little pissed right now okay? Okay.]

[treachery]

And yet resignation has never been a trait that Loki has worn well.

[forcedreset]

Perhaps not, but you and I are very different creatures. All tales must end, and some day yours will, as well; what matters most is the story that is left behind, and the words between the pages.

i forgot about this last night!!

[beworthy]

[ He kneels before his brother, he grips his small strong hand, and presses it his own breast. As though to give him comfort through the steady beating of his heart--or perhaps it is Thor who needs comfort, who cannot find it but through this connection, this touch, which must so soon be broken. ]

Where will you go?

oops WELL PERHAPS I WILL FORGIVE YOU..

[forcedreset]

[ oh, thor, you great sweet fool. the feeling is a comfort though, and loki smiles as best as he can, his fingers curling against thor's breast. ]

Who can say? Into the void, I suppose, to blissful nothingness. Or so I hope, at least. Nothing may be a fine reprieve.