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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[ His body language has relaxed more and more over the months with the boy, all of that ease earned now rescinded as he remains standing.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!]