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[thecoolerloki]

Perhaps you'd be reverted to my form and you could be handsome once more.

[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.

[ikols]

... Okay, here's the plan.

[ 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.

[thecoolerloki]

That's a fine plan, but does it have any actual steps to it? I'm not feeling terribly reassured.

[ikols]

I was going to start strong by slapping you but that was more for my benefit, in all honesty.

[thecoolerloki]

Please don't do that.

[ikols]

Right, then.

[ 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.

[thecoolerloki]

[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.

[ikols]

[ 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.

The portal collapses in on itself. ]

[thecoolerloki]

[Well! That's not good!]

... 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.]

[ikols]

[










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. ]

[thecoolerloki]

Ikol!

[He calls out louder this time, and with this voice, it's almost a command.]

[ikols]

[ A hook moves forward in his chest, ]

I —

[ —'m right here!

Only a ghostly breath comes through, much to his annoyance before he feels his voice retreat into insubstantial air. ]

[thecoolerloki]

[He shrugs and opens a portal to somewhere else. There's nothing to be done about this now, at least.

Bye Ikol!]