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Who: Loki
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Paisley
When: Right now!

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[Guess who just shows up to breakfast one... afternoon? Loki emerges from his office, looking for all the world like a man who has just woken up from an extended nap, barely open eyes, trying to stretch his back and shoulders, the whole nine. He wanders into the kitchen, fumbles around until he makes himself something hot and dark enough that he can pretend it's coffee, and stares suspiciously into the cup before drinking.

Ugh, his mouth tastes like someone glued one of Thor's feet to it. Ugh. What possessed him to sleep like this...

(Guess who has no idea he's been missing for weeks~)]

[A bit later: Broadcast]

[Awake now, and... well, he looks amused. Which is to say as if he's planning on flaying someone alive.]

Why yes, I have returned. Hide all of the party favors, lock up your sons and daughters, cancel the pedestrian fireworks displays.

A funny thing, missing time. You'd never know it was gone until someone tells you. Has anyone else fallen victim to such thievery?

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And beyond that, there are many dimensions. It is arguably infinite.

Hm, that sounds very interesting. [He likes chaos.] I think I should enjoy a visit to look around. Perhaps some day.

What did you do with your time there?

Precious little of interest, I fear. [While she's still cautious because she's not stupid, Makie is relaxing by degrees. This Loki seems to have less edges than the man she met. It's entirely within keeping for him to only pretend he doesn't know her, but she doesn't see why he would bother.]

I hunted for food. I learned how to garden. I looked after a child. I grew ill. Illness precluded me from doing much else, in the end.

A very ordinary sort of life in a strange land. [How boring. But fewer edges, perhaps, because he's very well positioned for his return to Asgard, and he's done the kidnapping shuffle before. He knows to not get overly excited about things now. Watch and wait works so much better.]

Though I do trust you've recovered from that illness.

Edited 2016-03-11 05:24 (UTC)

It is a welcome change of pace for some of us. [She's aware how dull it sounds, but it's so rare in her life to find any sort of peace she embraced it wholeheartedly. Not that she begrudges another's opinion.]

And yes, just recently. Thanks to a friend. I'm recovering now.

[She's still thin, but not as wasted as she was a few weeks ago.]

That is good to hear.

[He doesn't care, but he's good at sounding like he does.]

I know that humans to not become so easily bored as I do.

I imagine as your lifespan so vastly eclipses our own, it would be very hard not to grow bored with most experiences in life.

It does. I have lived a thousand years already.

It's a common ailment in the universe. The Asgardians are generally very boring too.

[That would explain why he tried to pick a fight with her once. Really, that part didn't bother her so much. It was all the mockery that went with it. It doesn't seem likely to happen again.]

Have you ever found any worthy of your interest? [They're both playing the polite inquiry game.]

[Depends on how bored he is at the time, really. He's not above picking fights just for the sake of picking fights. It's one self-destructive habit among many.]

A few here and there. It is the individuals who are the saving grace of any species.

[...hah.]

From my very limited experience with species, I think I would agree. [She didn't hate humanity, or even dislike it. But she'd certainly given up on them before she met a few key people.] You must know many thousands.

Not as many as you might think. We messed about on Midgard for some time, but then Odin decided we ought to leave you to your own devices. Though we watched.

Odin is... [Oh lord, how does one put it? He sounds an authority figure, but among gods?] ...a ruler? Adviser?

[Someone you have to obey. Not something to say to the self-proclaimed god of mischief, she thinks.]

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The ruler of Asgard. King.

May Hel rot his pompous ass.

Not someone whose rulership you agree with then, I would assume.

After spending an interminable year in his dungeons, with him dragging me out regularly to threaten to cut off my head and never actually doing it?

Yes, you could say that.

He seems rather ineffective, then, if he never carries out his threats. What a message to send to his people.

He is a weak and hesitant king. But what kept him from cutting my head off was the intervention of his wife.

She had an interest in you surviving.

[She had power to intervene. That in itself is interesting in Makie's walk of life, but she's growing used to the shift in power present in other places. And women always have their ways in any case.]

I was her son, so yes.

[...ah.

How odd, to stumble on surprisingly common ground. She knows he won't give a damn about her own circumstances-- their previous encounter illustrated that in spades. Still. Maybe there was more bitterness involved in his spite than she realised.]

It seems we are both saddled with weak and ineffective fathers.

[It's all she says, cautiously enough. She has no wish to tread the same ground, even if he doesn't remember her.]

[Oh yes, he is a creature composed of two parts bitterness, three parts spite.]

Oh?

[This does interest him, though not for any reason of kindness.]

Do you hate him?

Hatred is a strong word.

[Contempt. Anger. She's not sure she's capable of pure hate. That being said:] He did my mother a great wrong. Before I found myself pulled into another world, I was travelling to his home to kill him.

[It's close enough to hate.]

Hatred is the mirror of love.

Ah, on behalf of another. A shame you did not succeed.

[He smiles crookedly.] I loathe mine for mine own sake.

I also had my own reasons. It was what he did to my mother that required his death, however.

[Otherwise she would have settled for despising him from afar.]

Perhaps one day I will be able to return home and finish what I intended. Time hardly moves in my absence.

Was your father merely weak and ineffective, or terrible in other ways?

My mother still loved him, for reasons I could never fathom. What I do, I do ever for myself. [Because in his opinion, who the Hel else is going to look out for him?]

I hope for your peace of mind that you shall do so.

He was a liar who bargained my life away. The best liar I have ever known.

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