asgardeventide

Entry tags:

video.

[ for several long moments, the feed is dark, the only sound that of distant, muffled breathing, labored and painful-sounding. at last, though, there's a low, wheezing laugh, which trails off into silence. ]

Asgard. They call this Asgard! What folly! [ the laughter again, high and amused and touched with hysteria. ] This is but a pale mockery. Even so, I am impressed, I should say, by the lengths its creators have gone to.

[ the darkness recedes at last as fabric rustles and the video turns on, and the curve of a pale, thin face is revealed, eyes wide and poison-green, fever-bright. there's a smile fixed on the seemingly young man's face, wide and sharp and vicious. ] The Allfather's house. [ he lifts a slender hand, one long finger crooking over his lips as if it's all some private joke. ] Oh, my, even in fake Asgards, it seems monsters must be watched.

[ there's a pause, and he steps back, revealing that though fine-boned and slender, he's dressed in armor. he spreads his arms, dipping into a mocking bow. ]

Loki, called Laufeyson-- [ there's a very brief falter at the surname, but then he continues, rising again and tutting. ] --and I am really very disappointed in my imposter. Simply going along with what the Aesir are doing? How dull.

[ he reaches out as if to turn off the video, then pauses briefly, smile taking on a wicked hint. ]

Then again, I suppose that's why he's the imposter.

[ and it ends. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[How interesting. Lucifer felt it was only a matter of time before gods started to be dragged here, but he had expected them to be of a different pantheon. For them to bring one of their "own," it raised quite a few questions, while at the same time, answering some of them.

Still, he's rather amused. It's been quite a long time since he met Loki, certainly a few thousand years. But the flair for the dramatic, that seemed a constant. His tone carries some of that amusement, instead of the dry coolness that would usually greet a new visitor.]

Dull? I believe that you are mistaken with that. This fake Asgard only gets more intriguing by the day.

[ when the video flickers on again, loki is seated sideways in a chair, legs thrown over the arm and crossed neatly at the knee. there's a throwing knife in one hand, which he tosses at the wall, striking it with a solid thunk. the smile is fixed on his face, as if he's afraid of what expression he might make if he allows it to fall. ]

Oh, don't mistake me-- I'm reserving my judgment on this pretend-Asgard for the moment. But that someone should claim my name and simply fall in line with the Aesir--?

[ another tsk, rubbing his fingertips together and glancing down at them before turning his gaze on the screen. ]

I really must teach him how it's done. [ his smile twists, coolly sarcastic. ] Especially since these so-called gods have been so very kind as to leave me with such a familiar magic.

Trust me, the annoyances of having another claim your name is something I understand. Though yours is perhaps more insulting, so it is "yourself" who lays some claim on your capture. Mine is only a case of another with my name, and perhaps identity, being a captive as well.

[His smile and tone are cool and even as he pauses] You mentioned the Allfather's house—Am I take that to mean that they have a sense of humor and put you in Odin's house?

[ a thoughtful pause, head tilting, and loki reaches out, tapping the screen. the video disappears for several moments as he obviously goes through old entries, then returns when he's satisfied, thin brows arched over the vivid gaze. ]

Ah. Two Lucifers, is it? He's certainly unpleasant, isn't he?

[ he sits up abruptly, breath hissing quietly through his teeth as if he jostles an injury with the movement, boots hitting the floor as he leans back properly in the chair. ]

I'd call it a tasteless joke. No one else would even get the proper punchline.

I wouldn't say unpleasant. Merely a different reflection of myself, just as I'm sure I play the same role to him.

[Of course, he thinks he's the better "reflection," but. He just shrugs as Loki moves, though whether it's at the two Lucifers or the joke isn't clear because of the timing]

Yet, to have you in Loki's house, it would be somewhat cliche. And also rather insulting, I would imagine.

[ he doesn't bother responding further on the notion of two lucifers-- though loki is well-read on a number of other pantheons, his focus hasn't really been on the judeo-christian one in quite a while. he has some catching up to do.

instead, he thins his mouth at the mention. ] Insulting and stupid, considering who I am. [ he rubs a knuckle over his mouth, a shoulder lifting in an echoing shrug. ] And which are you living in, I wonder?

[ Wendy raises her hand -- like a student would for a teacher. If there's anyone who knows anything about Asgard and its gods, she's betting it's, well, one of the gods.

She'll admit that she's a little cynical when it comes to believing that this guy is the real Loki, but he's worth talking to, fake or not. ]

Quiiick question -- you're saying that you're the Loki, trickster god dude extraordinaire, and that the other Loki, the local one, is a fake, right? And that this is a fake Asgard?

Do you have any proof? Not that I doubt you or anything -- it's not like this place oozes believability -- but it's a valid question, I think.

[ the smile changes again, dryly amused, and loki spreads his hands, palms up. ]

I'm afraid I left my identification in my other pants. It seems, then, that it's a matter of taking it on faith. Am I the real Loki or am I not? I might perhaps be a madman, of course. One just can't tell.

[ he makes a vague gesture toward the ceiling, settling back in his chair. ]

I can at least assure you that I'm much more fun than our silent hosts. As a rule.

Weeeell, either way the caller ID says you're a Loki, at least. So this "one" will give you the benefit of the doubt.

[ all this vagueness, fancy language, and oh how amusing thou art is mildly suspicious, though. ]

...the way you say fun makes it sound like your definition of fun is a lot different from my definition of fun.

Thank the Norn. I was prepared to grovel, truly.

[ loki, it seems, has a lot of smiles that express a wide range of emotions. a smile, after all, is his default expression, even when it's an awful lie. (as a liar, really, he's allowed.) this one is almost impish, no matter his irritation at being here, the pain he's in, and how badly he wants to fold up into a corner somewhere and disappear. ]

Well, that largely depends on how you define 'fun', of course. A little mayhem is good for the soul.

I sensed that, actuallly.

[ She rolls he eyes. Yeah, Loki definitely doesn't seem the groveling type.

He's more...tricky, which is fitting, in every way possible. ]

Aaand now I'm hoping by mayhem you mean crazy parties and not, y'know, mass destruction.

[ a few years ago, a few months ago, he would have said 'no', of course not. he'd always been fond of pranks, of course, and they'd occasionally caused damage (no worse than what thor could do, of course), but-- they'd usually been relatively harmless.

but things are different, now. he knows what he is. he knows that it's in his blood. ]

I'm harmless, of course. [ a lie, it's a lie, but he's a liar, so it's to be expected, isn't it? ]

[ Expected, yes, but that benefit of the doubt Wendy keeps talking about is rearing its head again. ]

Alright then, harmless Loki. I'm Wendy Watson.

Nice to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine, of course, Lady Wendy. A new arrival, as well?

The newest.

I guess you're new to this Asgard too, since it's a fake or something. Would you mind telling me about the other Asgard? The real one, I mean.

[ a touch stiffly: ] I'd rather not. Not now, at least. [ a pause, fingers lifting to touch his ribs lightly, gaze sliding away. ] .. Perhaps another time, Lady Wendy.

Totally fine, uh. Sir Loki. [ how do address a very formal god of Asgard properly? That wasn't covered in basic training, or any training, actually. ]

Is there anything I can help with then? Seeing as we're all in this together, anyway.

[ the amusement returns briefly at her address of him, and he crooks a finger across his mouth, brows arching. ]

'Loki' is appropriate.

[ at the question, he pauses, a little startled despite himself, before waving the offer away. that's right. other people don't know what he is. ]

The offer is kind, but unnecessary.

Then Wendy is also appropriate.

[ She nods. Whatever floats your boat, god dude. ]

Well, if you change your mind, it's kind of my job to help out not mortal or 100% human type people, so. Feel free to let me know if you need help with anything.

[...ohkay. That's the second person who's talked about another Asgard, but they didn't claim to have the same name as one of the gods here.]

...You're Loki?

[He sounds a bit disbelieving, but at the same time...well, let's just say that smile was a bit too similar to another smile he'd seen before. It would certainly fit the trickster god, if he was really who he claimed he was.]

Edited 2012-03-11 20:41 (UTC)

Ordinarily, I might question your hearing, but given the circumstances-- [ the smile is still a little too sharp for playfulness, but there's an impression of it there, just barely. ] Well. It's not every day that I'm impersonated by someone who is far less sly than, perhaps, oh-so-mysterious. They do say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but--

[ he makes a lazy, dismissive gesture. ]

I find it tasteless in this case. If I'm to be imitated, after all, one should at least do it well.

[Ugh, Ugh, ugh. And now he's even more reminded of Aizen. Great. He's not that familiar with the Norse legends, so he can't say who's the fake and who isn't. Still...

He'd rather not get involved with any sort of god like this, fake or not.]

And how are you so sure this place is fake?

[ it's a valid question, honestly. after all, if there's someone here claiming to be him, then what's to say that he's not the imposter in the eyes of the other strangers? still, this place feels wrong, right down to his bones. he may be a monster, he may have never quite been suited to asgard, but it had still been-- home.

his expression takes on a brittle edge, as if it's will alone holding him together right now, though after a moment, he shrugs, too-green gaze sliding away. ]

Would you not know if your home was wrong?

Eh..pleasure to meet you, Sir Loki. [He's a bit wary because of the guy 's way to present himself, but that's not a reason to not be polite. Laurent bows slitghly as well.]

I think you are both real, just from different realms.

[ the smile thins, coolly sarcastic, and loki settles more comfortably in an armchair, twisting a small throwing knife between his fingers. ]

Is that so. Familiar with gods, are you?

[Laurent looks mostly calm, but he still picks his words carefully.]

Yes, way too much. My mother is an Earth goddess.

And your mother often needs the assistance of mortals?

[ it's almost too casual, considering the manic behaviour from earlier. ]

No, never. The last time the gods tried to access the human world in ended in disaster. That's why I exist.

[Said quite simply:] I think you can both be legitimate without either having to be an imposter.

[ his expression seems caught somewhere between sarcastic amusement and a sort of bitter brittleness. ]

How diplomatic an answer. Our captors must be quite fond of that.

I'm not saying it because it makes them happy. I just think it's true. With so many different kinds of worlds, anything is possible. [Well, at least knowing he's Loki means she knows what to expect from him to some degree.]

I met someone else who knew a different sort of Asgard, too. And there's other people here who share names and backgrounds too.

[ he waves a dismissive hand. ]

These are not Asgardians, to rely on others to fight their battles. It should not be in the nature of the Aesir.

Every world is different though... even if they share a name, it doesn't mean their background will be the same. [Speaking from experience, in a way.]

[ there's something genuinely curious about any individual claiming to have the identity of one of these gods, if not slightly disconcerting. ]

Isn't imitation supposed to be the highest form of flattery?

[ the statement is punctuated by a simple shrug, though there's a bit of a faint eyebrow raise. ]

Maybe you just have a creepily dedicated fanbase.

[ the amusement has faded somewhat, leaving him a little weary looking. ]

Perhaps if I were being imitated with any degree of skill.

Sounds like the plot of some seriously messed up movie about stolen identities.

[ something arnold schwarzenegger would star in. ]

I've heard people have actually met them. Who knows. Maybe you'll get to see for yourself.

[ hhhhhuh. well, this guy totally doesn't sound like he's buckets of crazy. and slightly more egotistic than Tony? how is such a thing possible.

so here, let him start them off on the right foot. ]

Y'know, buddy, I think they have a hospital or something here. I bet you could- get your inhaler prescription refilled there. Might be better to try talking then.

[ and then he pauses. isn't there a DJ with that name? Lo-Key? ~~Tony Stark totally goes on tumblr shhhh~~ something like that, maybe, and he sits back. ]

Gotta be honest here, though, I'm not- not really seeing much to imitate. Got some pretty nice armor, though. Are you one of those Renaissance Fair types?

[ his eyes widen innocently, and he's startlingly good at it. (naturally. liars always are.) ]

And miss my first opportunity to meet all the other lovely captives here? Clearly, breathing can simply wait.

[ he flicks fingers, then, dismissive, tone surprisingly even for the sarcasm. ]

What do they teach Midgardians these days? There's really no appreciation for mythology.

... So you're saying you're the real Loki? [ it's a claim she doubts too, but.. ]

I knew these "gods" were just impostors. Guess I was right all along.

At the very least, I'm more real than the one who calls this place 'home'.

[ he rubs a knuckle over his eyes, breathing out a sound that's almost a sigh. ]

Aesir do not-- rely on others. Not the way these are relying on those they've kidnapped.

Yeah, all of this just seems like some sort of elaborating kidnapping scheme. I'm not entirely sure what it is they do want out of kidnapping us, but I bet it isn't anything very good. [ she sighs too, but hers is definitely one. ] It's just bothersome.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

video.

video;

video;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video] U G H HTML

[video]

[video]

[video]

[video]

Re: [video]

video;

video;

video;

video;

video;

video.

video.

video.

video. because the party don't start til Tony walks in.

video. that's what tony likes to think (nottalking)

[ video ]

[ video ]

[ video ]