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[dothelokimotion]

Who: A baby Loki + You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS First Breath
When: Right now!

[ loki is no stranger to space ships. though the kind of ships asgard uses are quite different in nature, he's read enough to be familiar with the make and feel of this one. he quietly turns on the recording device, squinting at it. very primitive but it'll have to do. he straightens himself, as befitting a prince, quiet and somber despite the nervousness. ]

Greetings. I am Prince Loki of Asgard. I wish to know about my whereabouts and swift return to Asgard. My father will not be pleased.

[ a pause as loki thinks of what else to add before pulling out a large knife he stole from the kitchens. ]

Also I have a knife.

Comments

[shroudedsecrets]

You are.

[Even if his parents haven't disappointed him yet, at least he seemed to have some sense of that ... parental love. A far better start than her own son.]

... Thank you for answering my questions, Prince Loki. You and Kova may return to your playing, if you would like.

[dothelokimotion]

[ give it time. ]

Uhm, sure.

. . . Are you okay?

[shroudedsecrets]

... Perhaps.

[Perhaps not, but she could no more untangle her state of mind to herself let alone to a god trapped as a child in the most ironic bout of timing that was either exploited by the atroma or was truly... a strange coincidence.

What was more troubling was that he had picked up on it, for all her usually composed presence. Or she was more rattled than she thought.]

Why do you ask?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki shrugs. he's certainly more empathetic at this age, with the ability to notice things about people. ]

You just look lonely.

[shroudedsecrets]

[ Out of the mouth of babes... she blinks slowly at him. ]

I have been called many things... but that is the first time I have heard that.

[ In a genuine, not-mocking way, anyway. It was strange. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki doesn't know what to make of that. ]

Is it true?

[shroudedsecrets]

[ She doesn't either, really.



What a followup question. Why hadn't she left, again? Just thinking about this at all was strange. ]

...Perhaps. It... is not something I have truly thought about.

[dothelokimotion]

. . . Maybe you should. Everything's harder when you're alone.

[shroudedsecrets]

[ He wasn't wrong.

There was a difference between... preferring solitude and feeling genuinely lonely, and it was all the worse, knowing portents of the future and being taunted with these scraps of memory from the past and then being isolated in a place like this.

How different this child seemed, from his adult self. ]

You make a wise point, Prince. [ Credit where that is due. ] There is much that I need reflect upon.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki was a very different person once. how much has changed him. how much will continue to change him. ]

Good luck.

[shroudedsecrets]

[ In this way, perhaps, they are alike. She was already a different person from whom she had been even a week before, and even a week from this point she would be changed still. Whether she was consciously aware of that or not.

For his words, though, she offers a silent bow of her gratitude before finally turning to slip away. Good luck, indeed. If such a thing existed at all she would need it. To hear it from such a young voice, though... ]