[ 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

[rebuildyourruins]

[Maybe it comes from having been on the road for years without much in the way of aesthetic pleasantries, but Thor's more able to shrug it off than Loki is. He'd even abandoned his own ornate armour in favour of something less conspicuous. Things could stand to be less industrial, sure. Thor hasn't lost much sleep over it though.]

Just don't paint horns everywhere.

[Loki has a habit.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki openly scowls at him. ]

Why would I do that?

[rebuildyourruins]

You have a thing for them.

[dothelokimotion]

At least I change up the style in my horns. How long have you stuck with that atrocious red cape of yours?

[rebuildyourruins]

You cannot meddle with the classics, Loki.

[Even suggesting it is heresy.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki cocks his head. ]

It's true. I did always enjoy you tripping over it. A classic.

[rebuildyourruins]

That never happened.

[Except all the times that it did, which Thor will never admit to.]

Though I seem to recall no small amount of suspicious rugs that kept tripping me out of nowhere.

[dothelokimotion]

Yes, Thor.

It was clearly a conspiracy. Carried out by rugs.

[rebuildyourruins]

Rugs you carried out there, you mean.

[He knows how Loki used to operate as a child. Still does, at times.]

I've already put in an order for a new cape anyway.

[dothelokimotion]

Excellent. I shall be ready to catch you on camera when you inevitably trip over it.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor just snorts.]

Good luck with that.

[dothelokimotion]

Who needs luck?

Not I.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor's eye narrows a bit, and he suspects he'll have to watch his feet in the future just in case. That sort of thing would sell highly on this planet, given Thor's already skyrocketing popularity among the Starstrikers.]

There is something else that I wanted your opinion on.

[dothelokimotion]

[ There's barely a change in his expression but he's listening. ]

What is it?

[rebuildyourruins]

I'm stocking the armoury on my own ship while we're here. Have you found anywhere with decent knives or daggers?

[dothelokimotion]

I know of a few quiet shops that stock such items.

But why would your ship need daggers?

[rebuildyourruins]

I'm getting a range of things, since all the Atroma supply are the guns. Most of my ship prefer some kind of blade.

[dothelokimotion]

Swords would serve them better.

[ Daggers were difficult weapons. Loki mastered them because he had to. No other would suffice, no other that Loki could wield with any kind of supremacy. ]

[rebuildyourruins]

I am getting those too. This is planning, not immediate arms.

[Most aboard the Blue Fish already have their own personal weapons in some form. Even Thor has amassed a tiny collection of things to serve him if they end up fighting hostiles again. That doesn't account for new crew, though, who won't arrive with anything to their name. Or if things get lost.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki purses his lips. He understands that sort of planning, but he rebels against it anyway. For all his love of knives and his own innate paranoia, Loki has never been one to girth himself for war and conflict. ]

I will pass along my information.

[rebuildyourruins]

Or you could show me where the shops are.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki blinks. ]

Well, yes . . . certainly, I could.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor notes the bafflement, but simply raises his eyebrows a bit.]

Okay then. Tomorrow?

[dothelokimotion]

[ His lips curve faintly. ]

Tomorrow.