[ Space is always cold. It hurts Loki none, being that frost is in his blood, but he wouldn't say no to a hot water bottle inside his coat sometimes.
The ship is silent on the hull, expansive to the point of almost not being able to see to the end (is that a signed scorch mark?) but it's the looming giant starshark that draws his attention instead of sight-seeing. He walks toward it and holds up a hand in greeting. ]
King of the space sharks, Great Megalodon! I am Loki, of Asgard.
[ There's a rumble as the nose of the beast points at Loki, dwarfing him completely like a skyscraper tilted horizontally at the road. In his head, he hears the deep booming voice, You smell good, little godling. ]
Thank you, I showered.
[ I have not smelled your kind in longer than I remember. My children hunger for your flesh. As do I.
Loki holds up his hands as the shark begins to bare its multiple rows of teeth. Megalodon of the cosmos levels all his attention forward and so do the surrounding, flanking great whites, all listening as Loki shouts to be heard. ]
I have a better offer! Instead of devouring me, rangy as I am, less than a mere snack, allow me to ask what it is you need most that others cannot give! Loki is listening, he who is Silvertongue and Moon-King! Tell me.
[ There is a long moment where the grandfather shark stares, thinking, then the voice in Loki's head rumbles again.
I am in need of more children.
Loki's expression looks like he was slapped with a fin and he stumbles over his words, aware that this apparently one-sided conversation is likely being watched by the dozen folks a few feet beneath his feet. ]
Oh, ummm. [ He pulls a wincing, apologetic face. ] Yeah, I'm kind of dating someone? [ HURK. ] Not dating! Seeing. Casually! We haven't ... worked that out yet.
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The ship is silent on the hull, expansive to the point of almost not being able to see to the end (is that a signed scorch mark?) but it's the looming giant starshark that draws his attention instead of sight-seeing. He walks toward it and holds up a hand in greeting. ]
King of the space sharks, Great Megalodon! I am Loki, of Asgard.
[ There's a rumble as the nose of the beast points at Loki, dwarfing him completely like a skyscraper tilted horizontally at the road. In his head, he hears the deep booming voice, You smell good, little godling. ]
Thank you, I showered.
[ I have not smelled your kind in longer than I remember. My children hunger for your flesh. As do I.
Loki holds up his hands as the shark begins to bare its multiple rows of teeth. Megalodon of the cosmos levels all his attention forward and so do the surrounding, flanking great whites, all listening as Loki shouts to be heard. ]
I have a better offer! Instead of devouring me, rangy as I am, less than a mere snack, allow me to ask what it is you need most that others cannot give! Loki is listening, he who is Silvertongue and Moon-King! Tell me.
[ There is a long moment where the grandfather shark stares, thinking, then the voice in Loki's head rumbles again.
I am in need of more children.
Loki's expression looks like he was slapped with a fin and he stumbles over his words, aware that this apparently one-sided conversation is likely being watched by the dozen folks a few feet beneath his feet. ]
Oh, ummm. [ He pulls a wincing, apologetic face. ] Yeah, I'm kind of dating someone? [ HURK. ] Not dating! Seeing. Casually! We haven't ... worked that out yet.