voice-testiiiiiiing. loki, you're a jerk. ):

[traitors]

Considering the rather extreme case of nerves you have at the moment, I'm actually surprised that you've managed to come this far. No decision on a canon-point, no notion of where you might place me or with whom, and you're not entirely comfortable with my nature.

Might I also add that I'm called 'Silver-Tongue' for a reason? Cleverness is not, shall we say, your strong suit.

Even so, do continue. I await to be entertained by what will no doubt be a spectacularly failed undertaking.

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[oncrack]

You do know you're just asking for trouble, right? [ even though she's totally amused by this. ] Not that I am discouraging it at all. Mun's need to be whipped into shape once and a while.

[ohplease]

Oh, was that why we called you that?

[teasing, naturally.]

[traitors]

Trouble, as anyone in my acquaintance might tell you, is what I excel at.

[traitors]

[ a slow, sly, familiar curve of his lips. ]

For a myriad number of reasons, I expect, all of which are without doubt at least superficially justified.

[ohplease]

Perhaps it is the speed with which you talk, rather than the content.

[oncrack]

Oh? [ okay well now you're just all kinds of interesting. ] What kind of trouble?

[repulsors]

Yeah, I guess you're just getting that now, but "muns"? Not really the sharpest tools in the box.

[traitors]

Even dullards can be amusing, Mister Stark. You know that as well as I.

[traitors]

I should hope that I'll never be so predictable as that.

[ohplease]

No, I doubt predictable is something we'll ever call you.

[traitors]

You might say that I'm called the god of mischief for a reason.

[traitors]

One of my extensive charms. And how are you, you, Lady Sif?

[ohplease]

As well as can be imagined. Like you, I have no place to go and no determined point from which to leave.

[traitors]

That must mean you've seen no sign of my dear brother, else we'd both be hip-deep in some sort of nonsense.

[ohplease]

No sign as of yet, but you're just as capable of getting us into nonsense as your brother is.

[traitors]

I never said that I wasn't. My sort just generally involves fewer broken skulls.

[ohplease]

One might call that boring.

[traitors]

And here I thought they call me the liar.

[ohplease]

I am a warrior. Forgive me for enjoying the thrill of battle.

[traitors]

I would never dream of taking it from you, dear lady. After all, someone must be a companion to my brother, yes?

[ohplease]

The Warriors Three and I are always happy to follow Thor.

[oncrack]

Wait...you're saying you're a god?

apologies for late, I've gotten stupidly sick ;;

[repulsors]

Yeah, maybe I do, but I'm not really the one trying to bend the "dullards" to my will. Oh-- right, that would be you, wouldn't it?

gosh no it's okay ;w; get well

[traitors]

We all have our little vices. Mine just happens to be mayhem instead of alcohol and women.

[traitors]

Is that what I said?

thanks, I'm certainly trying! ;w;

[repulsors]

Hey, don't knock what you haven't tried.

Which, that does bring up an interesting point, though. Why are you so bent on subjugating the human race? Far as I know, we didn't know you existed. Until you, y'know, decided to rain hell on us. What, did Daddy not give you enough hugs as a kid, and so you decided to take it out on another species entirely?

(cozy)

[traitors]

Thor always indulged enough for both of us.

Mister Stark, I'm surprised at you. With all your intriguing little mechanical toys, you never thought to do a little research? I'm called the god of mischief, after all, so what reason do you really think I need to cause chaos?

[oncrack]

[ she squints at him. ] Shouldn't you be all glowey or something?