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. ]
I thought you would know. I like to think that I would, if it were you.
[He crosses his legs as he waves down a server. Does this place even have servers? It's probably counter-service, but he's pretty sure someone will come over to them anyways.]
Anyways, I take it that you haven't, in that case. You can stop that too, there's no need.
[Glancing at his magic hands!!
When someone does come by, he orders a frappucino or something equivalent. The sweetest one on the menu with absolutely no coffee.]
[ Only one Loki would know to order that and it makes Loki's eyes widen, astonished and morbidly, not-so-lowkey, aghast. The magic dies and he stares down at him, suddenly less fearful than annoyed. ]
[Which is very much a childish response and probably seems weird coming from this face and voice, but whatever. At least it proves that it's him.]
I didn't want to frighten you, but I- [Or did he? He's not sure. It's still early in the spell, but the mischief is beginning to take its hold on him.] I thought if I said it outright you might doubt that I was telling the truth.
This, apparently. The other one's turned blue, though honestly I think he's overreacting. He still has his hair, so he looks more like a mutant than a proper frost giant.
[Loki wishes he could be in his Jotun form right now. At least he wouldn't be all old and evil then.]
Others seem to be affected as well, though I'm not sure of how far the spell reaches.
You're our priority. You need fixing first, then Blue's Clues can have his turn. If he's turning into his Jotun form he's just ... chilly and possibly fractionally dumber.
[ He opens a portal in the middle of the coffee shop, wind whipping out from Excelsior and changing his clothes with a rush of green into his armour. Better. ]
[He steps on through first, having no reason to fear going back. Maybe he'd turn into something else this time? Please? From the other side of the portal, he holds out a hand to his older (now younger?) self.]
I trust I have your permission to laugh at your expense if it's something ridiculous.
[ It must be terrifying, looking like that. He hitches up a cocky smile for Loki's benefit and opts to show solidarity, even now, by reaching for his hand as he steps through. ]
The only one laughing so far is m—
[ Every trace of him vanishes instantly: magic evaporates with no trace, memories of him in anyone but a god of stories deteriorate rapidly, and he melts out of view like he walked into the desert heat.
[He opens a new portal in place of the collapsed one, but there's no one in the coffee shop either so he closes it as well. He scans the surrounding area, perhaps there's a bird somewhere that he's not seeing. That would make sense, at least.]
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Have you visited Excelsior lately?
[Yes, that's his opening line.]
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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?
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I thought you would know. I like to think that I would, if it were you.
[He crosses his legs as he waves down a server. Does this place even have servers? It's probably counter-service, but he's pretty sure someone will come over to them anyways.]
Anyways, I take it that you haven't, in that case. You can stop that too, there's no need.
[Glancing at his magic hands!!
When someone does come by, he orders a frappucino or something equivalent. The sweetest one on the menu with absolutely no coffee.]
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Serrure?
[ Where does he start? ]
You look awful!
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[Which is very much a childish response and probably seems weird coming from this face and voice, but whatever. At least it proves that it's him.]
I didn't want to frighten you, but I- [Or did he? He's not sure. It's still early in the spell, but the mischief is beginning to take its hold on him.] I thought if I said it outright you might doubt that I was telling the truth.
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[ His body language has relaxed more and more over the months with the boy, all of that ease earned now rescinded as he remains standing. ]
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[Loki wishes he could be in his Jotun form right now. At least he wouldn't be all old and evil then.]
Others seem to be affected as well, though I'm not sure of how far the spell reaches.
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[ Visibly weighing up the cons!!! There are many and varied kinds, apparently. ]
We need to get you back into your own body. Body shape. You can't stay like that for long.
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[It's a bad joke, he knows it is, but he's trying to not completely break down over this.]
I know. My magic's already become more powerful, but shifting and even illusions have had no effect.
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[ As best as he can scramble together. ]
You're our priority. You need fixing first, then Blue's Clues can have his turn. If he's turning into his Jotun form he's just ... chilly and possibly fractionally dumber.
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[ He opens a portal in the middle of the coffee shop, wind whipping out from Excelsior and changing his clothes with a rush of green into his armour. Better. ]
Let's go and see how fucked up I get.
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I trust I have your permission to laugh at your expense if it's something ridiculous.
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The only one laughing so far is m—
[ Every trace of him vanishes instantly: magic evaporates with no trace, memories of him in anyone but a god of stories deteriorate rapidly, and he melts out of view like he walked into the desert heat.
The portal collapses in on itself. ]
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... Loki?
[He opens a new portal in place of the collapsed one, but there's no one in the coffee shop either so he closes it as well. He scans the surrounding area, perhaps there's a bird somewhere that he's not seeing. That would make sense, at least.]
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Did he put on the Ring of Power? Is this Lord of the Rings! Holy shit.
Staring around, he waves at Serrure.
I'm here! I think. What's happened?
But no sound comes out.
Ah, fucknuts. ]
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[He calls out louder this time, and with this voice, it's almost a command.]
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I —
[ —'m right here!
Only a ghostly breath comes through, much to his annoyance before he feels his voice retreat into insubstantial air. ]
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Bye Ikol!]