[ video + planet catchall ] so bring your good times and your laughter too

[dothelokimotion]

Who: Loki + You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes
When: Right here, right now.

[ video ]

[ Loki is sitting on a chair, decked in . . . a large fancy red robe. The background music is currently playing this song, something he heard on the planet and immediately stole for his own needs. He's sitting on the chair, legs slightly up in the air like he don't care because guess what — ]

It seems my request was approved and I am now the captain of the First Breath. Rest assured, I will treat my crew benevolently. Possibly with beer and movies.


[ i. knife play ]

[ Loki has never liked competitions.

Which seems like a paradox because Loki certainly likes to win. But he never had the acumen for Asgard's sports. He could barely lift their swords and axes, after all, constantly stumbling and falling into the dirt. A weakling. It was his mother, a shield-maiden of old who gifted him with his daggers, showed him the form he needed. And like the crack of a white, Loki's knife-throw was impeccable. He could cut down men twice his size meters away. So he found himself here, one of the Bright Birds (for now), flicking daggers at the bulls eye with ease, letting the applause wash over him.

It felt . . . good. That doesn't happen very often for Loki. Briefly, he wonders if this is how Thor feels all the time. He waves back briefly. ]

Why thank you. Please bring out a challenge, next time.

[ ii. poker ]

[ Money is not something Loki gives a lot of thought to. He has noticed the decent influx of money that comes to him via the Atroma and he is a little pleased. A twisted sense of appreciation in a way (something Loki has never been fully able to rebuke, even if he recognizes where it stems from). Either way, he's not going to complain about it as he moves the cash forward before leaning back with a lazy smirk. His opponent looks most disgruntled, folding his cards and leaving Loki with the winnings. As they leave Loki's table, some of Loki's cards vanish in a flicker of gold light. As the next person approaches, Loki smiles, sitting up straight. ]

Care for a game?

[ iii. thor merchandise ]

[ Eventually, the lure of competing (and winning easily, even if he is cheating half the time) gets old, so he takes up the lucrative job of marketing. Everyone who comes up to the stall gets a Thor button to pin on their shirts. Unfortunately, after a while, the button changes to "THOR SUCKS" because that's just how life is. However, when you come back for your refund, Loki is gone.

But for now, you can come up and get some authentic Thor merchandise! ]

[ wildcard your adventure! ]

[ Loki can be found at the fashion shows, checking out art galleries and the libraries. You can drop a PM for an idea/starter or ping me at captainkink ]

Comments

[dothelokimotion]

I think we've already established that your opinion on art and stick figures is invalid.

[privateeyed]

Just 'cause I'm not fuckin' Picasso doesn't mean my opinion's invalid, dude, just FYI.

[dothelokimotion]

Regardless of whom you sleep with, an opinion only has real weight if you have something to back it up. Everyone can have an opinion. It is the most meaningless power a person can possess.

Whether it has weight or not depends on the person.

[privateeyed]

. . .

Picasso was an artist from Earth, dude. Invented and co-founded a bunch of different styles, super influential - and totally wouldn't sleep with me 'cause he was into the ladies.

Facts, not opinion.

[dothelokimotion]

I'm relieved you know the difference.

[privateeyed]

Despite what you might think, I'm not an idiot.

[dothelokimotion]

And yet you expect me to take you at your word when it comes to clothing. I think not.

[privateeyed]

Given my very obvious lack of fashion I'd think I'd be the authority on bad fashion decisions.

[dothelokimotion]

That is a strange way to proclaim authority.

[privateeyed]

I'm just using my weaknesses as an advantage.

[dothelokimotion]

I doubt it'll take you far.

[privateeyed]

Got me this far, didn't it?

[dothelokimotion]

Far where.

[privateeyed]

General statement.

Anyway, bottom line? The robe looks stupid.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki rolls his eyes. ]

No wonder you want to sleep with dead artists.

[privateeyed]

Dude, I didn't say I wanted to fuck him. Learn some god damn Earth slang.

[dothelokimotion]

Why? We're not on Earth. And I don't see why I should bend to learning primitive language.

[privateeyed]

Fine, then keep moving through life sounding like an idiot. Can't holier-than-thou your way out of that, buddy.

[dothelokimotion]

I'm not too worried. I've seen the way your language turns. In a few years, your method of speaking will be considered archaic.

And, as we have already established, your opinion has no value.

[privateeyed]

You're one to talk about archaic anything.

Well then, let's just establish that your opinion has no value either and agree to disagree.

[dothelokimotion]

I speak all languages across the cosmos. Only a mortal thinks he knows all with one, which he has mangled beyond repair.

Think what you like. I highly doubt anyone will consider you.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, so? I don't give a shit if anyone considers me. Besides, I'm not the one flaunting his new, useless position all over the network like an attention whore.

[dothelokimotion]

For someone who considers himself worthless, you're still here. What makes you any different from me right now?

[privateeyed]

The stupid robe, for starters.

[dothelokimotion]

Your clothes are practically threadbare.