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[ikols]

and for general shenanigans, yes

i'm not seducing a

alright, i seduced tommy a bit
it was a very mutual decision though, i cannot be faulted
for reaching out

[thecoolerloki]

I never faulted you.

[ikols]

i did NOT seduce billy
if anything i am the seduCEE

[thecoolerloki]

You're literally debating yourself about this. And in this case, I don't even mean me.

[ikols]

in any case, i didn't tell david but i suspect he suspects
because he's david

[thecoolerloki]

I suspect he knows. Because he's David.

[ikols]

he made all three of us sit down for dinner

[thecoolerloki]

LOL

[ikols]

your room is finished btw

[thecoolerloki]

[He was expecting they'd just lift his room from Stephen's house with magic and that'd be it, so he is feeling weirdly excited and grateful that his older self might have put some thought into it. Of course, he reacts the only way he knows how,]

So? Teleport me there already.

[ikols]

[ Green lights illuminate a gamer's bed setup beyond the portal's edge that Loki sends Serrure's way, inviting him directly into a green-and-black modern bedroom from his current position. There's a fancy computer with multiple screens (whatever is the rage with tech nerds in Excelsior right now) under the bed and some casual clothes hanging up, shelves ready to be filled. It's as far from a tower or a cave as can be. On the bed, if Serrure peeks up there, is a somewhat patronising but very cuddly plush magpie.

Outside the room, standing in the doorway, Loki waits to see his reaction. ]

Well?

[thecoolerloki]

... it's acceptable.

[Which is to say he's very moved especially because this is way nicer than his haunted house bedroom that he decorated himself.]

We really are lonely, aren't we.

[At least it's a we rather than a you.]

[ikols]

[ Wandering inside, he pats him on the head by way of an answer. Very lonely, yes. ]

You wanna be tossed up on the bed?

[thecoolerloki]

I can manage fine by myself.

[he says with a small smile before teleporting up there and grabbing the plushie. He's kinda showing off.]

You know, the All-Mother would say you're spoiling me.

[ikols]

The All-Mother wouldn't know what spoiling you looks like.

[thecoolerloki]

[While he doesn't have the same fondness for his mother(s) as big/sad/boring Loki, he wouldn't be opposed to them showing up]

They were nice sometimes. [He tries to think of an example] They'd give me flowers?

[ikols]

Flowers and poverty, so thoughtful.

[thecoolerloki]

[He turns his head away, hugging the magpie plushie close.]

... I didn't need them to take care of me.

[Just like he didn't need Stephen either. Or Thor.]

And I can understand it too, from their perspective. It wasn't wise for them to work as closely with me as they did, Asgard judged and dethroned them for even that much.

[ikols]

They were shitty at being real mothers, you don't want to say it and so I will.

[ He tugs on the boy's sleeve, opening up an arm for him. ]

Freyja loved you greatly, if it helps.

[thecoolerloki]

[No opening up! Only pouting!]

I remember her being kind when we were younger- actually younger. Although I don't know if that's simply a story I told myself, same with Thor and I getting along well.

[ikols]

[ Oh nooooo, he has to curl up behind him! Cuddle attack with these loooong arms! ]

Stop moping and let me tell you a bedtime story.

[thecoolerloki]

Fiiiine.

[Loki relents, sticking his tongue out in one final protest.]

But only so that I can judge if you're truly a better storyteller than Volstagg.

[ikols]

That's ... shut up, now.

[ Ahem! ]

There was a boy who was not a boy, but a fire, and when the first skald told his tale the flame leapt up and knew itself even as it burned a man nearby. The fire was called tricksy, for it leapt and danced like the character in the old skald's tale, and it took the form of that which he was intended to be.

It was a thought made true and whole, and so it lived. I am Loki, it said. I am going to find out what that great awful noise is!

To keep his flaming head dry he fashioned a crown but the flames turned it into antlers, wild and every which-way. He walked to the door, keeping out of the rain as fire is want to do whether flesh or flame, and watched the light arcing across the sky to booming bangs that shook the house.

[thecoolerloki]

[Although he's listening intently, he tries his best to keep his expression neutral, as to not give his older self a big head.]

Volstagg's never told me this one, I will give you that. ... What then?

[ikols]

Volstagg doesn't know this one.

Ho, there! shouted Loki to the lightning. What are you doing? This is the night and I am the only thing that burns at such an hour!

Another boy dropped right out of the rain. He looked like he had straw for hair, it stuck in every direction. This is the time of thunder and lightning, said he, when the rain comes and no end to it is in sight.

Loki thought this boy a little stupid: nobody liked rain, as far as he could tell from the people huddled inside the hut, and everybody wanted his flames.

What is the purpose to the lightning and the thunder? he asked.

The strange boy frowned as he thought on it. It became apparent he did not know. It is just the time for it, said the boy.

Then we shall make a game of your lightning so it has a purpose, said Loki, who was so very clever he knew he ought to save the boy from overthinking before his skull cracked in half from the strain. If your lightning can hit something on the ground, I will set it on fire. Then all the people will be gladdened by the extra warmth we have brought together, you and I!

The other little boy thought this was a marvellous idea. Well met! My name, he said, is ...