ammay made me
[ one if by land, two if by sea... and wave that sucker back and forth if you're trying to see if your creepy BFF is actually watching from her hole in the ground. We're gods of time and space here; fuck the nightmare arc or whatever fancy name it has. Loki's currently leaning out his window, waving his lantern back and forth in what looks like some bizarre rave ritual. Perhaps the lantern isn't far enough out the window; he leans out a bit further, hoping REALLY HARD that his foothold holds. If Leah doesn't respond in some way or form soon, he may have to start texting.
I don't care if you're dead, dying, or one legged, tag me. ]
I don't care if you're dead, dying, or one legged, tag me. ]
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[Higher and higher! It's like a game only the kind with a splat at the end.]
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Seeing how I have not managed to achieve any of it, is there truly a need to tell?
[ the world is a bright spin of colour and nothing hurts ]
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[But he'll stop swinging Loki in favor of throwing him through the open window and following after.]
You are attracting far too much attention with that light, Loki. Everyone must be able to see you.
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Attention was the half the point, and surely with the lantern would make sneaking up impossible.
[ scowling so hard. SO HARD ]
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I snuck up on you.
Whose attention did you wish?
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[ only his BFF he can't talk about. Now that he can finally feel his legs again, Loki stands to make sure both his legs are working and in good shape. ]
We would be far better served by going back to bed.
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[ kids have the darndest imaginations ]
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[ except a lot of things, but cut the poor guy some slack. ]
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[ unless it's another asgardian but let us not think too deeply of this ]
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With so many sharp of wit and even sharper of sword guardians around, I say thee nay.
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The volume, his stature, the centuries worth of experience-
[ yawn! ]
I shall have to ask him in lessons on how to be intimidating in the morrow.
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All right, all right. I shall torment you in the morn. Or, more likely, the other way 'round.
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[ and may your hair turn white and you grow girthy again B'(( ]