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I need some professional advice from a guy that has lived a lot longer than anyone else I know and thus is wise in the ways of the world.
Is a muffin basket a sufficient apology for 'I'm sorry that I got caught up in the magical equivalent of the sex pollen cliche and probably made an already awkward situation more awkward'? Or do I get something more, like designer clothes?
Is a muffin basket a sufficient apology for 'I'm sorry that I got caught up in the magical equivalent of the sex pollen cliche and probably made an already awkward situation more awkward'? Or do I get something more, like designer clothes?
[ he has decided not to text him because texting him may mislead loki into assuming that what he's about to say is open for discourse. it is not. ]
I'm only going to say this once, Loki. [ he already sounds annoyed. ]
I don't appreciate you adapting me into your fan fics or mentioning me to other people on a public network. It doesn't matter that you didn't use my name. There are plenty of people here who can figure out that Toby Stank is me.
[ he's going to let it slide this time, but unfortunately, there is still more to cover— ]
Neither do I appreciate you creating a construct of me and showing it off to someone from a different Earth like that is somehow even remotely okay. It might be fun and games to you, but do me a favor and leave me out of whatever petty spats you get into from now on. In fact, don't bring me up at all. [ an exasperated sigh can be heard and then— ] I'm pretty sure I'm just wasting my breath here.
[ the message abruptly ends. ]
I'm only going to say this once, Loki. [ he already sounds annoyed. ]
I don't appreciate you adapting me into your fan fics or mentioning me to other people on a public network. It doesn't matter that you didn't use my name. There are plenty of people here who can figure out that Toby Stank is me.
[ he's going to let it slide this time, but unfortunately, there is still more to cover— ]
Neither do I appreciate you creating a construct of me and showing it off to someone from a different Earth like that is somehow even remotely okay. It might be fun and games to you, but do me a favor and leave me out of whatever petty spats you get into from now on. In fact, don't bring me up at all. [ an exasperated sigh can be heard and then— ] I'm pretty sure I'm just wasting my breath here.
[ the message abruptly ends. ]
[ Blinking at his phone because that's fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi Tony Stark, he almost trips. At first he presses his lips together to hold in a laugh, then finds indignation spurring on a scoff as he gets rebuked for 1, a petty spat, sure, and 2, a misconstrued idea of what actually happened with the construct after. He sits down on the ledge of a building, flipping his coattails back in annoyance as he starts casting a track-hack spell. It doesn't work, exactly, he can't locate Stark, but at least the runic jargon carries his message to the device that contacted his through whatever veil of firewalls have been put in place. Which is frankly overdramatic, but he isn't surprised the technological door was just slammed in his face.
It feels like being told off by Thor, and annoyingly it has the same effect of making him feel bad out of the blue because he can hear the same caustic, wounded sentiments in the abrading tone that dresses him down now.
Loki sighs before he sends a recording. ]
You weren't here when I wrote that, I wouldn't have used you if you were around to be humiliated.
[ Not that that makes it any better, but. It's true. ]
Stephen told me his Stark was dead. I found him in a room made of galaxies, so I conjured up an image of you to show the differences, if there were any ... and also assure him you were alive in other universes.
I didn't ... I was trying to apologise. Truly.
[ Mulling over the bits and pieces in his coat pockets as he speaks, he turns a diamond over in his palm. ]
I was very angry when he and I first crossed paths, that doesn't matter now. I wanted to hurt him and I did, only it wasn't in the way I intended.
... Are you listening, Tony?
[ Probably not. He hangs up as he hops down the fire escape, suddenly craving something sweet and excessive. ]
It feels like being told off by Thor, and annoyingly it has the same effect of making him feel bad out of the blue because he can hear the same caustic, wounded sentiments in the abrading tone that dresses him down now.
Loki sighs before he sends a recording. ]
You weren't here when I wrote that, I wouldn't have used you if you were around to be humiliated.
[ Not that that makes it any better, but. It's true. ]
Stephen told me his Stark was dead. I found him in a room made of galaxies, so I conjured up an image of you to show the differences, if there were any ... and also assure him you were alive in other universes.
I didn't ... I was trying to apologise. Truly.
[ Mulling over the bits and pieces in his coat pockets as he speaks, he turns a diamond over in his palm. ]
I was very angry when he and I first crossed paths, that doesn't matter now. I wanted to hurt him and I did, only it wasn't in the way I intended.
... Are you listening, Tony?
[ Probably not. He hangs up as he hops down the fire escape, suddenly craving something sweet and excessive. ]
May I speak with you? Whatever format you prefer is fine.
Your much delayed request.
[An attached file with the thorough descriptions of Clotho, his encounter there with and as much detail as he can fathom of what was lost.]
I can provide more if this isn't enough. Or try to. I'm sorry for the delay. I lost sight of things in all that was happening.
[An attached file with the thorough descriptions of Clotho, his encounter there with and as much detail as he can fathom of what was lost.]
I can provide more if this isn't enough. Or try to. I'm sorry for the delay. I lost sight of things in all that was happening.
[It's a selfie of him in the previously haunted house.]
New room ACHIEVED
New room ACHIEVED
hey s o
what do the gods think of destiny
can it be changed or is everything just preordained
Can I come over?
Or you can come here?
Or you can come here?
I think I require a new username. I am open to suggestions so long as they are not "tiniestlokiinexistence" or what have you.
Introduce me to your spider. Unless you prefer I make first contact myself.
Since I am trying to be “better” about this, are there any topics you wish for me to avoid when I meet Peter? I’m not sure how much he knows, but I truly am fine acting as your younger self if that’s easier for him to parse.
[ It's a couple of days after the Opherium's opening night party that the following drops into Loki's inbox. ]
Why did you choose Stark when you were writing your revenge fiction?
[ As an afterthought, sent just in case that might otherwise come off as an attack, and because the last time they spoke was on the dancefloor, and because it's generally polite to start a conversation with hello: ]
Hi, by the way.
Why did you choose Stark when you were writing your revenge fiction?
[ As an afterthought, sent just in case that might otherwise come off as an attack, and because the last time they spoke was on the dancefloor, and because it's generally polite to start a conversation with hello: ]
Hi, by the way.
[A portal made of green smoke forms in front of where Loki's seated at some coffee shop. Another Loki steps through and takes the seat opposite him.]
Have you visited Excelsior lately?
[Yes, that's his opening line.]
Have you visited Excelsior lately?
[Yes, that's his opening line.]
[ He can't even have a croissant in peace.
His chair skids back with a wooden screech when the other figure steps through, out of his chair with hackles raised and hands burning with the same green energy. Part of Loki thinks Finally, having been prepared for the Old Man since discovering his alternates were possibilities, while the other half resents the presence of him and tries to recognise which one it is. Therein lies the danger.
Well, levels of danger. No Loki makes him entirely comfortable when they share the same room, certain the sentiment is shared. Mostly it's annoying having to deal with himself having breakdowns from the past and future. His present problems are really quite enough. ]
Which one are you?
His chair skids back with a wooden screech when the other figure steps through, out of his chair with hackles raised and hands burning with the same green energy. Part of Loki thinks Finally, having been prepared for the Old Man since discovering his alternates were possibilities, while the other half resents the presence of him and tries to recognise which one it is. Therein lies the danger.
Well, levels of danger. No Loki makes him entirely comfortable when they share the same room, certain the sentiment is shared. Mostly it's annoying having to deal with himself having breakdowns from the past and future. His present problems are really quite enough. ]
Which one are you?
[ A sturdy document envelope shows up in Loki's mail, addressed to Loki of Asgard, Commander of Stories.
Inside are excellent drawings of the races of Ivalice with handwritten notes about each in the style of Loki's DND books. There's a small note that just says "for your next game." ]
Inside are excellent drawings of the races of Ivalice with handwritten notes about each in the style of Loki's DND books. There's a small note that just says "for your next game." ]
[ The beginning of Angela's week is taken up by trying to wrangle her two transformed brothers. After seeing to it that Jotunified Loki is alright, she high tails it out of Excelsior (literally, given that even just visiting the city reverted her to her bestial minotaur form). She did not want to spend a second more than she had to there, already feeling the old echoes of hunger ebbing in in just the short time it took to talk her not-quite-brother out of a meltdown.
She's still not sure what to do about the boy-who-is-no-longer-a-boy, other than encourage him to fight against the outside forces of fear creeping into his mind. She'll leave fixing that problem to the more magically capable, such as Billy Kaplan, or Strange, or...
...There was someone else, wasn't there? A third someone she had wanted to check on. A third magician? Or a third brother...? ]
—Loki.
[ It's days later, when the name finally filters into her mind. Days after she should have thought to call upon the brother she actually knows, the one who actually knows her. Why had she forgotten until now? Before anything can make her forget again, she heads straight for his apartment—
—Only to find herself standing in front of a building without a magical apartment inside, having forgotten what she came there for. Oh well.
She goes home.
Days pass without incident, until she wakes up in the middle of the night with the forgotten name once again on her lips. ]
Loki! Gods damnit!
[ Something wicked is surely going on. She grabs her phone from her bedside table and fires off an urgent text. ]
Brother, where are you? Are you alright? Something has happened to the others, I wanted to make sure nothing had happened to you too, but I
I don't know why I didn't think to write to you until now.
She's still not sure what to do about the boy-who-is-no-longer-a-boy, other than encourage him to fight against the outside forces of fear creeping into his mind. She'll leave fixing that problem to the more magically capable, such as Billy Kaplan, or Strange, or...
...There was someone else, wasn't there? A third someone she had wanted to check on. A third magician? Or a third brother...? ]
—Loki.
[ It's days later, when the name finally filters into her mind. Days after she should have thought to call upon the brother she actually knows, the one who actually knows her. Why had she forgotten until now? Before anything can make her forget again, she heads straight for his apartment—
—Only to find herself standing in front of a building without a magical apartment inside, having forgotten what she came there for. Oh well.
She goes home.
Days pass without incident, until she wakes up in the middle of the night with the forgotten name once again on her lips. ]
Loki! Gods damnit!
[ Something wicked is surely going on. She grabs her phone from her bedside table and fires off an urgent text. ]
Brother, where are you? Are you alright? Something has happened to the others, I wanted to make sure nothing had happened to you too, but I
I don't know why I didn't think to write to you until now.
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