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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

[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. ]