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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

[tricksterofasgard]

An older brother.

[ This at least is true. ]

[gigue]

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

At least it's not five?

[tricksterofasgard]

[ 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.

[gigue]

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

[tricksterofasgard]

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.

[gigue]

I did leave.

[Though it wasn't by choice.]

It was okay, for a while.

[tricksterofasgard]

Did you return willingly?

[gigue]

Our dad died.

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

[tricksterofasgard]

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. ]

[gigue]

[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.

[tricksterofasgard]

[ 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? ]

[gigue]

[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?

[tricksterofasgard]

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

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

[gigue]

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

[tricksterofasgard]

Maybe I am.

[ A pause. ]

Though I would hate to burden you with such tales.

[gigue]

It's not a burden. But if you want to, you don't - I don't mean to pressure you, or anything.

[Because if there's one thing Vanya is used to - and hates - being, it's a burden.]

[tricksterofasgard]

[ He considers her words for a few seconds, then lets out a short sigh. ]

My brother tossed me off the Bifrost. Off Asgard and into the void beneath. I survived against all odds, yet found myself at an unknown place within our universe.

[gigue]

[Well that is...a lot. But mostly because she has to picture Asgard and the Bifrost and a void and she doesn't have the tools for things like that. She didn't get to go on the Umbrella Academy missions.

But she still gets the heart of it.]

Did you make it back?

[tricksterofasgard]

[ She gets part of a small laugh for that question, then a quick shake with his head. ]

Not yet.

[ He's... Working on that. ]

[gigue]

[For a moment, it looks like she's just going to nod silently and offer little else, but Vanya usually needs a moment in conversations: she's bad at them. So the few seconds pass, and she adds quietly:]

I know how you feel.

[tricksterofasgard]

I am fine, so this shall not be your worry.

[ In fact, let's never talk about this ever again. ]