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Just a few brief questions before I send you all on your merry way.

[Brief questions? Is anything ever brief with Loki? Well he does sound a bit pressed and he has opted for audio as opposed to video and text so he might truly be a mischief maker of his word.]

Question one, do you own a weapon? If you answered yes feel free to move on to question two, if not then continue to question number three if it pleases you.

[Wait, there's a list? A list and a pregnant pause.]

And by weapon let us define it thusly: an armament used to inflict damage to structures, systems, living creatures. An object you might use in battle, hunting, crime, enforcing the law, etcetera. [Does he have to spell it out? Yes he does.]

Two. Do you have a name for your weapon? If you do feel free to share that information, I'm quite curious. If you do not I feel sorry for your weapon, if you are too shy to confess your embarrassing little secret then allow me to put you at ease: my ancestreal sword is called Laeveteinn. Now you may come out of your shell and reveal your true nerd colors or what have you, you've the agency and support.

[Though anyone who knows their Norse knows that Loki's sword Laeveteinn translates pitifully into "damage twig."]

Three. Are there mythological and/or famous weapons in the world where you come from? Again, feel free to share.

[You are in a safe space, marginally, but what exactly are you driving at, Loki?]

Oh, and finally, but entierly unrelated: is sleep really for the weak?

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I'm glad we could come to terms. And just for that, I'll tell you--the top is the devil himself. Seems like he'd be fun in a fight, wouldn't you say?

[He grins.]

I'm free whenever you are.

If he's the same devil that I'm thinking of...we've met and you can have that fight.

[Not that Loki hasn't outwitted Mephisto, and he knows his weaknesses, but still.]

Well in that case no would be as ood a time as any, just need to slip into the armor.

Not a fan?

[Still, one of these days he's going to pick your brain on that one.]

Let me know when you're ready.

There is a strange sort of balance between Mephisto and myself, some days he's an ally...well...kind of a strange way to put it but there it is. [He's changing a bit as he's talking, swapping a t-shirt for a tunic with more coverage.] Some days I run the long game on him and outwit him to my own designs, I know some of his weaknesses...and I think he finds me amusing.

[Gloves and boots are next followed by the armor, the chest plate being his most elaborate piece so he's very meticulous about it.] If you do come up against him, my one piece of advice would be not to agree to anything he says, subjugation takes a willing participant with the devil and it always ends badly.

[Shin guards come last and over that he throws on a coat.]

If that is ineed the devil you come across, I'll give you all the tools to survive him, well, if I survive you that is.

[Tadaaa!]

I think that should do it. Ready.

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Pity, I've always wanted a shiny fiddle of gold to show off in the living room.

[There's motion as M heads up the stairs to the second story of his apartment.]

If you think your little strip show was distracting, you don't know me at all. Don't get me wrong, I appreciated the view, but I've always been one to separate work and play.

[He smirks and holds the phone close to his mouth, mostly for dramatic effect.]

Door.

Who knows, he might have a fiddle of gold to give you if you're able to play him well, the more time he spends away from his hell the weaker he becomes. You may stand a chance.

[Loki isn't certain how much of a chance, but a chance, and it's hardly due to underestimating M, even Loki wouldn't battle Mephisto. Not directly.

Mephisto aside Loki couldn't stop himself from laughing]

Señor M, you underestimate me, if I wanted to distract you wil my assets I'd never insult you with a half-assed strip show! Still, it's good to know that some things are ever appreciated.

[By now Loki is used to the Door...though really, the Door should have a name...an urge he has to resist however. One must be serious when going off to maybe die, you know, though if he wins maybe he could tack that onto his list of small favors.

He's already got a name on the tip of his tongue, which explains the barely concealed grin as he walks right on in, a bit of a spring to his step. There's always something very boyish and playful in his demeanor, even if he's going to fight, especially if he's going to fight.]

Was that Johnny's secret? Here I thought he was just a better fiddle player.

[M's waiting on the other side of the Door, fully dressed in his work clothes despite moments ago wearing a white-button down and khakis, the cowl tucked under an arm.]

And I'm glad to know how pathetic that show was.

[He sweeps his arm to the left, gesturing towards the giant sliding barn door off to one side.]

Might as well use the gym for something.

[Loki can't help smiling rediculously, M just piqued the music nerd in the god of mischief. He had no idea you had it in you M.]

Here's another secret, the devil actually hates Georgia, it's where all of the bugs go. All of them.

[Loki's not exactly discreet in checking out M's armor, for acedemic purposes of course, one must be scrutinizing of one's opponent. That and the fact that it doesn't look like a goofy superhero costume deserves some notice.]

If I walk away from this, next time, I'll promise to give it the old shake junt try.

[And Loki will follow the lead, for now.]

Ah, we're doing it in a gym huh? How clandestine! Better than my usual fights to the death in which there's typically a camera pointed at me.

Not true. Some of them go to Texas.

[Of course it doesn't. Because he's not a superhero. How many times does he have to tell people before that sinks in?]

I'm not having a fight to the death in my living room. I have too much respect for the furniture. Do you know how long it took to grow them?

[He pulls the door to the other side of the track, revealing a moderately-sized boxing gym on the other side. By the thin layer of dust on everything, it hasn't been used in a while.]

That's because they are trying to escape that sweltering south-eastern heat and soulless suburban sprawl.

[Indeed, how rude, Loki would never mistake you for a superhero, not a predator like M who eats other predators. Forgive his lapse in manners.]

For six laborious days M made couches and chairs, walls and doors, and all thou beholdest in his space of living. On the seventh day, the holiest of the holies...M rested.

[Should he really be picking on a man who wants to have a blood bath with him? Should he? Obviously this is the thing to do.

And Loki, curious as ever approaches a speed ball, giving it a jab that was rather on point, or it would have been if a cloud of dust hadn't drawn a sneeze out of him.]

Looks as though I've arrived just in time...you're not getting rusty are you? [Loki cocked his head giving M a scrutinizing look.] Not getting rotund about the middle? That would slow you down.

Not that Texas is any better.

[He will forgive you. Somehow.]

Heh. If only it was actually labor.

[He simply provided the undifferentiated urban cells, told it what he wanted, and it did its thing.]

Shortly after I first got here, I had a... friend [that word is still so weird to use.] that liked to spar with me. Since he left, I had no use for it. I've always been more of a fan of practical workouts.

Except Texas has deep fried everything, in that way it is superior.

[Only if you like your arteries hardened Loki.]

Show off.

[Not that Loki was much better, he created secret realms for his dead predecessors, but Loki is a bigger ham than M.]

Hmmm...[Loki threw a glace around the training facilities]...practical workouts, that sounds a lot like field work. I could offer you some very realistic simulations if you've ever a need, I could probably conjur up the destroyer...how exciting, a conversation we can shelf once we've celebrated my victory perhaps?

[Gloating before you've begun, Loki, class act.]

I suppose we'll have to agree to disagree there.

[Oh sweet Loki...]

Not only are you trying to claim you're the superior fighter, you're also claiming to predict our fight before it even begins too? I'm starting to worry we might have to get lawyers involved.

Agreed!

[Only he's far from being sweet.]

I'm wounded that you don't think I could conquer you, I'm sure if I put my mind to it I would be more than equal to the task. [Not that he looks all that wounded, yet.] Heh...lawyers, we'd end up waffling over which one would be victorious.

[And it would be such a long, drawn out process, with lawyers.]

So, who is going to make the first move here? Me, you, or do we circle each other like a couple of manly sharks for a bit?

I meant in the infringing on my whole deal. As if lawyers could actually throw a proper punch.

[And as if he would allow someone else to fight his battles for him.]

Is there a proper Asgardian custom on how to start? I'd hate to be rude.

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How do you know it's not the other way around, of the two of us I'd be considered the elder here. Does that not make my claim stronger?

[Even if he doesn't look it.]

Not really, all fights tend to start off very similar in Asgard, except there's usually more drink before the initial- [Loki throws the first punch, it's a spectacular punch, well rehersed, flawless, right at M's face, but there is an expectation that it will be caught.

Loki is taking the initiative, but that doesn't mean he's naive about it.]

[M's in motion before Loki pulls back his arm, ducking well under the hand to Loki's left. In the blink of an eye M's behind him, throwing a punch at Loki's kidney, armor or no armor.]

The initial what? Don't tell me you can't chat and fight at the same time?

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