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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.

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[onlyanapple]

[Well. This is sure a thing. There's a really temptation to be a dickhead- he's sure if their situations were reversed, Loki would absolutely be a dickhead.

Crowley does always struggle with being an actual dickhead rather than the one he pretends to be.]

Well, you sure do have a knife. Anyway, you're a long way from Asgard.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki keeps his posture straight-laced. weakness in foreign territory would not be tolerated. besides, he's not scared. ]

How far?

[onlyanapple]

Hard to say, really. We're in the middle of deepest space. No one has recognised any starsystems since I've been here.

[dothelokimotion]

[ his brow furrows, but loki keeps his voice quiet and polite. somber for a child. ]

Of course. May I see a map?

[onlyanapple]

[This is weird. This is so damn weird.]

...Sure. Lemmie put it up for you.

[And for once, Crowley uses his augment and ping look, Loki, it's a map!]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki pulls it up onto his device, frowning. he can't see anything recognizable. or perhaps he's not far enough on his studies. his father would be disappointed. for a brief moment, sorrow and panic flickers on his expression before he pushes it aside. ]

Thank you. I will have to find a solution myself.

[abracafcku]

[Oh my gods. OH MY GODS. Loki is so tiny. HE'S SO SMALL AND wait. What the fuck, that's one of the good knives. That's one of HIS good knives.]

You need to put that back where you found it or I'm not making dinner tonight.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki isn't sure what to make of that. ]

I need it to defend myself.

[abracafcku]

Yeah, you're a god? [Albeit a tiny Angus-sized one now.] I'm pretty sure you'll be fine.

But if you wreck that knife stabbing someone, I'll go on strike and you'll be eating protein gel only. No one wants that.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki shakes his head. ]

If monsters come, I need to protect myself.

[abracafcku]

How about this. I, the great and benevolent wizard, Taako, will absolutely blast the fuck out of any monsters that come for you.

If you put the knife back.

[dothelokimotion]

[ his brow furrows. ]

An elf wizard?

[abracafcku]

Yeah, not so that weird where I come from.

[So that resolves the issue of whether or not Loki has any inkling of what's going on or who he is. But this might be a good way to curry another favor from him.]

Listen, you hungry? I'm making cake.

video.

[rebuildyourruins]

[A week is really not a long enough span of time for things to be relatively sane and uneventful. As it is, Thor nearly thinks this is some kind of joke when he first sees the message ... until he belatedly remembers that Riona had this happen once. It had taken him a while then to understand that she had genuinely become younger. Thankfully, it does not take him that long now.

That doesn't leave him with a solution for What To Do. In the meantime he fumbles the communicator on and responds, his voice a mix of incredulity and urgency.]

Loki? Where are you right now.

[dothelokimotion]

[ new phone, who dis. seriously. he's missing an eye like odin and looks . . . familiar. but he knows his name?? ]

I — I don't know.

[dothelokimotion]

[ okay, one hand: cake

on the other hand: stranger?? ]

I think I shall wait until my father comes to fetch me.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Right, of course. Dumb question. Thor huffs at himself before scanning the image. At least it seems to be a ship, not the junk planet outside.]

You're on a ship, aren't you? [A pause as he glances at the knife.] That's not an Asgardian knife.

[dothelokimotion]

I couldn't find mine so I took it from the kitchen.

[ the man seems to know what an asgardian knife should look like, so he must have some familiarity. ]

Do you know how I can get home? Mother will worry.

[abracafcku]

You're going to waiting awhile. Might as well come eat something.

[He fumbles a bit with video and shows the almost finished berry cream cake.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ . . . tempting. ]

How can I trust you?

[abracafcku]

That's fair. How about I eat a piece first when you get here?

[Tiny Prince Loki is wise not to trust people, but Taako wants his damn knife back.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ a slow nod. ]

That would be suitable.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Kitchen. So, probably the First Breath; he isn't aware of Loki frequenting any other ships. Thor's expression softens a bit though the concern persists.]

I know a bit about it. I think I know where you are, so stay there and I'll come find you.

[He's not about to spend this entire conversation on the phone.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ he blinks. ]

But who are you?

[abracafcku]

Then come on down to the kitchen.

[A beat]

Bring the knife back with you. I'll trade you.