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[rankles]

And what do you hope to accomplish with this?

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[fotlenke]

Something useful, hopefully. [ She crosses the four lines on her chart of how many Lokis she has met. ] If not for the thousandth time.

[rankles]

Useful is relative. This place is uniquely restricting.

[fotlenke]

Only if you allow it to be restricting.

[rankles]

That would be clever if not for the fact that this place is built on the principle of restriction.

It's a waste of potential, I should think.

[fotlenke]

I see little restriction. I see lines that have been drawn and I gracefully step over those lines time and time again. There is so much fun to be had, but if I had not been persistent in my search, I would possibly be miserable.

[boatwhisperer]

[ If it isn't his favourite God! Have a devout viking and proud little shit, Loki. ]

Eheee, you're getting played with?

[rankles]

[ No one believes in the old gods the way they used to, Loki thinks. ]

That seems to be what is happening, much as I dislike it.

[boatwhisperer]

Think of all the things you can do once you're in wherever you're put~ You can do great, great things, Lord Loki.

i honestly thought my tag went through yesterday, sorry for the delay

[rankles]

[ Lord Loki, he says. Loki peers at him, a good deal more curious now than he was before. ]

I was under the impression that the Christian gods had usurped our faithful. What do your people call you?

no worries!

[boatwhisperer]

My name? Floki. [ And if that doesn't earn a huge, shit-eating grin he's ever given. The light giggle doesn't really help much. ] Named after a particularly great God~

[debts]

[ As dry as the goddamn Sahara desert: ]

Welcome to the neighbourhood.

[rankles]

[ As cold as the floors of Jotunheim: ]

Such warmth, my lady.

[debts]

[ Lady. That's quaint, compared to some of the other things she's been called. ]

I wasn't trying to be accomodating.

[rankles]

[ He hasn't met her, where he's from. Not yet. ]

Clearly, by the measure of your tone. Have I done anything to offend, and so soon?

[debts]

[ Well. Fancy that. (To her credit, her delivery is flawless.) ]

Gods make me anxious.

[zap]

[ This is a Loki not yet touched by the void, Thor's eyes and ears tell him so.

Still, he holds silence in his throat for a moment more until he speaks. ]

Peace, brother, lest your grimace etch itself upon the skull below.

[rankles]

[ Seeing Thor in this place makes him pause momentarily. He knows Thor as well as he knows himself, or so he'd like to think; Loki sees that something is different about him, here. ]

We wouldn't want that, now, would we? There's just so little about this that I find worth smiling about.

[zap]

[ For once, Loki has but inference on his side whilst Thor has the uncorrupted truth, and yet he can take no pleasure in the turning of tables. Have the seeds of violence already bloomed beneath that careful mask of placidity? Even now, does Loki look upon him and see not brother, but tyrant?

A moment more; Thor looses a quiet breath. He is not prone to melancholy nor overwrought displays, so his strange pensiveness soon gives way to a smile befitting his reputation. ]

The first and the second of Odin's beget, drawn together again for another grand venture — what more could your heart desire?

[rankles]

A good book to read, a quiet afternoon, and the best mead that our kitchens can proffer at my request.

[ True requests, all these - but the grandest will always be Thor's ruination, if not Odin's true love. For now, Loki can only smile.

He loves Thor; he will always have a place in Loki's life that cannot be subsumed nor taken away. But Loki cannot find the road any longer that leads to the conciliation of that love with the bitterness he's harbored for him all his life. ]

Perhaps it's too tall an order.

[zap]

[ That gives Thor pause, the simple truth of a smile on Loki's face (can it be as simple as a truth?). His own smile blazes upon his face, bright and brilliant and yet still fractured at the edges. This is but a dream of a moment, but a shred of unreality that will soon resolve itself again.

Thor throws an arm about Loki's shoulders, drawing him near. ]

Taller than the tallest of Muspel's flame-giants, and just as cruelly insidious. Your desires are that of an old man.

[rankles]

That's hardly productive for everyone involved, don't you think?

[rankles]

[ Congratulations, Mr. Stark - now you know how the old gods feel about the new ones. ]

This produces nothing useful. That's a more universal definition of 'productive', isn't it?