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[ Oh look, it's the not-'Asgardian'!Asgardian! And he holds his hand up, palm outward in silent greetings. ]

Friends, newcomers - [ ...and Malekith... ] - well met. I shall keep brief: we have faced war. And we have had our dead and our wounded to show for the victory.

[ And now, he turns slightly more somber. ]

I do not ask whether you fight for this land or its people, for your pleasure or your lives alone. Whatever your reasons, we do not die here. In this, I think, we all agree. Yet...

[ He has the grace to look sheepish. ]

...apologies, but many of you walk as if targets. You know nothing of battle, and the gifts given to you in this land do not serve. The meager war crafts would be of help to you: shield bearing, the handling of sword and hammer. I do not speak of great ability, but enough that you can bide yourselves the time to run.

[ Firmer, now. ]

So: those who wish to learn, give say of what weapon might suit you. Those who know of battle and wish to teach it, name your skill and offer service. And those who once held sorcery alike to the one gained here, volunteer counsel of how to improve it.

For my part, I wield the hammer. I lack in patience, but do not scold unfairly. What knowledge I have is yours to take.

[ Is the part where he riles half of Asgard done with? OH THANK EVERYTHING, time to offend the other half. ]

Past every man's care, we can seek to defend the city. Who here runs inventory? Have we cannons? Rams? Horses? If anyone wishes to learn, or organize legions - you have my aid in this. There lies opportunity. Another is with our fellows, the grey ones. A frail-bearded man wrote that we do not give them thought or time. Perhaps he is wise, and there is more to be done in alliance.

[ And then he stares at the camera for a long moment of rather stupid blinking, before dissolving into laughter, because - ]

That... was not brief.


[ ooc: woah, tl;dr. iiif you'd like to get involved, just have your character volunteer to teach their faito skills, and I'll have Thor send some/all of the characters who want to pick up said skills their way o/ . ]

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But I cannot - allow you - to interfere in battle. I cannot pay for hours beside my brother with the lives of hundreds. You do this because you wish it done, or you do nothing at all.

Whatever is between us - that is nothing of theirs and nothing of this war.

[tradire]

[ Trust that there is much Loki could say back to this. In fact, he has it all planned in his mind near immediately. But, he knows that his silence means more than his words. He knows that no matter what he says they will dance around this topic as they are meant to do, locked eternally within the footwork.

He would have helped, if only to be contrary. His words were only meant as jest and (as usual) they were taken to heart far too closely. There's little that can be done of it now as Loki is not one to backtrack or make apologies or quiet Thor's ill temper. Not anymore.

Loki is hurt now. Once more Thor finds the soft spot to stick in his own knife and twist it much too hard. Loathe as he would be to even think it to himself, he knows he must retreat to privacy once again to lick his wounds in peace. ]

I meant as I said. Not another word, Thor.

[ And he terminates the feed there. ]