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[robb]

[ he may as well use this damn network for research. ]

If you were to take loyalties to a king, what kind of king would you want them to be? Would you think better if they were harsh or if they were wise? What sort of person would you lend your allegiances too?

[ It's a general topic. he's curious to hear the opinions of people around him. he seems less rigid than when he first arrived. the break from all the battles has done well on him. he's not uneasy and robb speaks with a warm confidence. ]

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[robb]

[ because there is no discontent he can only assume its rulers are making something good of it. ]

Are you discontent, ser? Is that why your words coat ripe with rebellion? [ a beat. ] It is always a question of why.

[gameplaying]

You ask if I'm discontent with being dragged into a war I desire no part in, for a realm that has taken the name of my own and for beings that claim to be the same as those I was raised with? [ "yes." ] I derive no pleasure in being here, but the gods of Asgard are not the only beings to make their home amongst the branches of Yggdrasil. To act with only the thoughts of what I want — to watch the gods find penance for what they've done — simply because righteousness would dictate as much would be to act out of a single-minded foolishness unaware and ignorant of all else that exists here.

Why is far too simple.

[robb]

[ A beat. ]

Who are you, ser? I had not heard of this lore. In Westeros are gods were simpler, new and old. [ to be talking to a god, that's kind of surprising. and he thought his title was impressive. ] While, I will say that I would rather be home - these gods have not exempted me from kindness.

[ Robb what are you doing STOP TRUSTING LOKI. ]

I did not realize they condemned others so.

[gameplaying]

I'm Loki. [ uttered simply and pleasantly, although there is an underlying arrogance to his tone. ]

Westeros. [ a pause and a moment of thought; HE'S BEEN CREEPING. ] You're Arya's brother, are you not? Is that the kindness of which you speak? [ a beat. ]I will say this, though: of the mortal realms, the legends of Asgard are most known to the humans of Midgard — Earth. It comes as no surprise that you're unfamiliar with those that would hold you here.

OKAY I AM GOING TO GEEK OUT IN THIS TAG, SORRY FOR TLDR

[robb]

Like the House? Your world was that of another Asgard?

[ a pause. ]

Aye, I am and that would be so. We are a realm that are made up of mortals, but Midgard is not what we call it. If you were named a god in your world, I am truly sorry that you find yourself outside of that position here. Your lore, nor the lore of this ream is unknown to me. My gods are both the seven and the faceless ones, that of new and old - and I should not know what I would do if they find themselves to walk amongst us.

[ he would recognize them of course, he wonders how it must feel to be in Loki's position. ]

I hope you find solace.

[ The form of address runs dry, does he call him god? ser? lord? ]

NO IT'S FINE TL;DR SUSTAINS ME

[gameplaying]

[ solace. that brings a flicker of a smile to his lips albeit brief, and he lifts his chin a little; he's never had much concern for comfort being given, never often been granted it, and the thought that he might find it here — that he might want or seek it — seems wholly absurd and serves only as confirmation of robb's lack of familiarity with the myth's of asgard and perhaps even with the loki of this realm. ]

Solace is not this realm's gift to give, nor mine to take.

[robb]

[ he hasn't met anyone who's declared themselves from Loki or hadn't heard the original lore. Robb isn't resourceful enough to try to go back into the network to seek the gods their either. As far as seeking gods go, he'd prefer giving them worship not texting them. ]

I cannot apologize for the harm it is done you. Have you spoken to the go- lords of this realm?

[ he has to watch his tongue. ]

[gameplaying]

Nor should you. [ curt, disinterested. ] I've spoken with Loki and Balder.

[robb]

Are they similar to the ones you are acquainted with, ser?

[ a bit weary. he doesn't like seeing injustice played out before him. ]

[gameplaying]

Not even as children.

[robb]

You have not been graced with the opportunity to meet the other god who shares your name, ser?

[ He's not in the business of offending ANY god. ]

[gameplaying]

If I had, would it matter? I'm not a giant of Utgard, and though names may be but a single aspect of a life, they're certainly not the making of a man, a god, or anything in-between.

To look for similarities between the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil here and there would be to force upon oneself a needless disadvantage; this realm is wretched and pitiful and the so-called gods equally so. To expect more is nothing but hope and flattery and delusion.

[robb]

If there was someone who shared my name, I should want to meet them. What if he harbors a bad reputation and that will stain your own?

[ Robb is legitimately concerned about Loki because he doesn't understand what either Loki is capable of. ]

What do you intend to do, ser?

[gameplaying]

Those on Midgard have their tales to believe; my reputation — as loose an ownership as it is — has been long since writ in legend and no amount of worry will change it.

[ pause. ] I intend on not fighting this war.

[robb]

You must have quite the reputation, ser.

[ HELP LOKI. ROBB HONESTLY THINKS YOU'RE A GOOD GOD THAT GOT FUCKED OVER BY THIS. ]

Do they not require us to battle? Is that not why we were brought here?

[gameplaying]

Oh, quite. [ l m a o. ]

Not all battles are won with steel.

[robb]

Is that what you intend then? To battle them?

[gameplaying]

If defiance is battle.

[robb]

How will you defy? Through steal or wit?

[gameplaying]

[ both, but— ]

If one is to place stock in words, there's far more writ of my tongue than of my blade.

[robb]

Words do not cause bloodshed, blade does.

[ wearily. loki, you should come meet tyrion. ]

[gameplaying]

They can cause both peace and war, it's only a matter of knowing the right ones. [ pause. ] My brother once started a war over a matter of mere words.

[robb]

What were the words? Is your brother a powerful man?

[gameplaying]

An insult to his pride and nothing more. [ beat. ] Power is what you make of it.

[robb]

Then your brother may be a powerful man but words aimed at pride is nothing to wage war over.

[ his father died for pride, died for honest. ]

But you nor your brother are men.

[ TALKING TO A GOD STILL WEIRDS HIMSELF. ]