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[tricksterofasgard]

[ Gold. Hopefully you like gold, because you will see a lot of it. Heavy golden walls behind a large golden throne. Comfortably seated within? A potentially new face, looking pleased and overall just friendly enough despite being clad in full armor, complete with large, horned helmet and holding a golden spear in his hand.

Can you possibly see through illusions? Then enjoy Loki occupying a regular living room while casually holding a broom. He's just here to deliver a show, really. The armor and helmet are real, however.

After permitting the image to settle for a moment, he finally speaks. Loki's initial words are measured carefully. ]

Mortals of this realm.

[ He raises from his throne and takes a step forward before settling into a meaningful pose. ]

You have earned yourself the protection of a god.

[ You get another moment to take this in. Or just enjoy looking at this god. Then, all of Loki's dignified behavior and display slips away in favor of a wide, open grin and his unoccupied hand gestures lightly. ]

They could have just asked, though. You know? Instead of just pulling me here and--

[ He lets that trail off with a dismissive wave of his hand. Let's not talk about that, okay? ]

I am Loki. Rightful King of Asgard.

[ That same hand that has just been gesturing dismissively is now placed over his own chest as Loki offers a bow to his audience. ]

And I look forward to serving you.


[ For his roommates at Nonah #004: Your living room is currently stuck under an illusion. You will find yourself stepping right into Asgard's throne room. It's painfully golden. Enjoy your new Asgardian pest. ]

Comments

[killtime]

As good as.

[ She'd known a Loki, however briefly. And she knows gods. None yet so long-lived as her. ]

Not that it matters. Hardly the only one. Divinity isn't a novelty around here either.

[tricksterofasgard]

Maybe it is not, but that does not mean we ought to hide who we are.

[ He says this while doing exactly that, indeed. ]

[killtime]

[ Dryly: ]

Some of us miss our privacy.

[ Obviously not him though. This one likes a bit of a show. ]

[tricksterofasgard]

You are saying this as if you were being observed the entire time.

[killtime]

The government already has a tidy little file on every one of us. And if that wasn't enough, there's the fucking paparazzi too. ImPorts are like celebrities around here.

But hey — [ Dryly: ] — you don't seem to mind the attention.

[tricksterofasgard]

And why should I not? If the gods can not handle the attention devoted to them, then who can?

[ Admittedly, he is very displeased by the file. But that's not something he will openly admit. Not until he has found out whom he has to kill for that. ]

[killtime]

Does divinity usually call for so much posturing?

[tricksterofasgard]

Sometimes it does.

[ Though you may also blame it on his upbringing as member of the royal family of some fancy race of space vikings. ]

[killtime]

[ Dryly: ]

Seems like a lot of work.

[tricksterofasgard]

Not necessarily. Some things just come naturally.

[killtime]

At my age, everything is a lot of work.

[tricksterofasgard]

Then you ought to take it easy, I presume.

[killtime]

I try. You'd be surprised how hard it is for an old lady to get some peace and quiet around here.