On plotting for canon.

[runeskin]

No, no, no, no.

You promised to leave me alone for a few months. We're still in the middle of that. ...or the end, maybe, but still. A truce was called, and it's still standing. I don't mind getting an emotional kick in the pants, really, but I don't like those ideas you suddenly have rattling around in your head. Can't you think up some fun adventures? I could be a, you know, dashing hero or something. Slay evil beasts. Visit Yggdrasil. Run with Erling and the wolves.

[I'm leaving you alone next month, kiddo.]

Well, good, but what about after? It's always venom with you, isn't it? And deranged gods. Loki wants to cut down all of my family, and I'm the last on his list. That's going to be fun...

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what he doesn't know is that Balthazar is going to kill him.

[corvuscated]

Sounds like it's hard to tell who's got the real vendetta--that Loki fellow or the one tappin' away out there.

[he heaves a slightly dramatic sigh.]

A shame, too, picking on a lovely young thing such as yourself.

[runeskin]

[She shrugs a little bit.]

Loki's had one for longer. Thousands of years longer.

[corvuscated]

[he whistles a little, impressed.] I hope you mean against your family, because that's a tad bit long for anyone to hang around for.

[to be fair he claims 35 is "old".]

[runeskin]

I know quite a few who have.

But, no, not me. My family's been around for a while. We were Loki's appointed jailors, not that Odin did us the courtesy of telling us about that.