[ 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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[ 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!]