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[ 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. ]

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Sorry-- [She ducks her head, acknowledging a very basic introductory failure. It's not that big of a deal, but she's beaten herself up over less.]

I'm Vanya. It's, um. Nice to meet you?

Vanya.

[ He repeats the name almost thoughtfully. ]

And you come from a different Earth?

[She nods; everything about her body language screams insecure, even that.]

Yeah. I think - I think most people come from some kinda Earth.

Is yours very different from this one, though? I hear some are very unique.

It's....kind of? A lot of the cities seem different, and there weren't superheroes everywhere. It was mostly just my siblings, and...whatever stupid, crazy scientist or thief decided to screw people over every week.

So you and your siblings were the only superheroes?

I guess it must be strange to suddenly be surrounded by them as we are here.

No, just them. I was ordinary.

[There is a tightness in her jaw and by extension her tone when she says it. No matter how many people she's told - and really, it maybe tops out at four - she is getting tired of having to say this with her out loud voice.]

You appear bothered by that.

[ It's in her words, but also in how tense she looks. ]

Were you singled out because of it?

[ Did her siblings cast a shadow on her? ]

It's...complicated. But I guess you could say that.

Family matter like these are always complicated. I am terribly sorry you had to feel that way.

[ Is that compassion? Or merely an act. ]

[Surprising probably no one, Vanya can't tell the difference. She just trusts and suspects everyone now, because she knows what a mistake she made with Leonard.]

You have family like that?

An older brother.

[ This at least is true. ]

[She nods a little, until the right thing to say dawns on her.]

At least it's not five?

[ Five Thors? Please, don't put such harrowing images into his head. ]

One is plenty. If yours are anything like him, then I admire your patience.

I don't know if it counts as patience if you don't have a choice.

You always have the choice to leave.

Thor is the reason I spent a lot of time exploring the Nine Realms rather than staying in Asgard.

I did leave.

[Though it wasn't by choice.]

It was okay, for a while.

Did you return willingly?

Our dad died.

[So...yes? No? She has no idea, frankly.]

Oh.

[ A pause. ]

I am terribly sorry.

[ Is he, though? He certainly wouldn't mind Odin dying. And he literally killed his biological father. The Asgardian harbors very mixed feelings towards his parental figures.

But maybe he does mean it. ]

[Maybe he does; Vanya would struggle to see through it either way. She shrugs a little, and for a moment her own internal struggle about Reginald Hargreeves shows on her face: all she wanted was for him to notice her, accept her. Now she knows what he did to her, what he took away from her, and the only reason she's not glad he's dead is because a part of her wants to be the one to do it herself.]

It's okay. But, um. Thanks.

[ They may not be actively aware of it, but they both share some of those feelings regarding their adoptive fathers. And maybe the Asgardian notices the small hints on her features, or maybe he is just plain curious. ]

Has being brought here improve matters for you?

[ Does he dare hope? ]

[She laughs, but it's more an exhausted exhalation than anything.]

I don't know. I'm not dead so I guess that's...something?

It's a start. Sometimes not dying is a start.

[ Speaking of experience. He's been there and blew it spectacularly. ]

Are you...speaking from experience? [She's hesitant: it feels almost too forward to ask.]

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