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[The NV clicks on suddenly, picture sideways, a bit of ice melting on one corner of the screen (likely what knocked the device over and turned it on). The porch of the HoA and the lawn beyond it are recognizable.

As is the owner of the NV, standing on the lawn in the midst of snow drifts and a handful of large, blue skinned humanoids that are subsequently attempting to kill him.

Loki is clad in green leather.

And a gold horned helmet, which he is currently using as a weapon, running towards one of the blue skinned creatures with a hearty battle cry, goring the forst giant in his midsection. Swirls of ice, of green magic and a miniature army of garden gnomes dressed as the various Avengers are a perfect picture of chaos doing battle. The surroundings somehow remain in tact.]

I will defend the Port from ALL the frost giants! [He crows as the frost giant falls, body smashing to ice as it hits the ground. Loki's smile is wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed]

Pickles! They will sing your praises in Valhalla and the Hall of the Dead! I will do all of the cocaine!

[A gnome dressed as- well, it looks like Robin Hood, but it's really Fandral, moves to the NV and wags a finger at it before turning it off.]

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Of course they can't.

[Another sigh.]

Just, don't take any more cocaine, okay? NONE. Ever again. If you promise me that, I'll let you play with your giants without interference.

Ever again? [But he's a big god, Jubilee. And... and... he does what he wants.]

EVER, Loki. You got me? Ever.

You are hating on a playa's swag, Jubilee. [Deadpool is teaching him slang. He crosses his arms.] I promise. You have my word.

[Right. Killing Deadpool so much.]

Thank you, Loki. I really appreciate it.

[And she does.]

[Deadpool and Pickles are excellent role models.]

You are very welcome. [And he smiles because he does like her and values her good opinion of him.]

[She ever figures out who or what Pickles is, he's toast too.]

I'm going out for the night. Try to get inside when you come down off the cocaine.

I shall! And with no remains left out in the yard.

Oh good. Wouldn't want to scare the neighbors.

I could leave their heads on pikes if that is what you wish?

[Loki, you're making her head hurt.]

No. No remains in the yard. Just, no remains in the yard, okay?

I shall clean ALL the THINGS, then! ALL the THINGS.

Hey, hey Jubilee, have you ever seen that movie with that creature that makes the brooms and mops dance in time to music while they clean?

Can I do that?

... Yes, you can do the Sorceror's Apprentice thing.

[And then the feed clicks off and everything in the common areas is being cleaned by magically animated cleaning objects. FEAR.]

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