Twelfth Trick: Permavideo

[doeswhathewants]

[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.]

Comments

[doeswhathewants]

You are skeptical. Why?

[hostage]

Somebody can do something bad but still listen to his friends sometimes. Don't really have anything to do with it.

[doeswhathewants]

Those are minions, not true villains.

[hostage]

[Jesse sounds offended..!]

Why?

[doeswhathewants]

True villains think only of themselves. Minions serve and think of others. Perhaps their allegiance is simply misplaced.

[hostage]

[Are you in his head, Loki? Are you? He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't.]

[doeswhathewants]

I am right, aren't I? God, you know.

[hostage]

You'd know better than I would, yo.

[doeswhathewants]

It's never to late to switch allegiances.

[hostage]

You throwing a sales pitch at me now?

[doeswhathewants]

No. I am not hiring minions.

[hostage]

Pssh.

[doeswhathewants]

Only showing you possibilities.

[hostage]

I don't need the speech.

[doeswhathewants]

Speech? It is more of a ... been there, done that, gods reincarnate.

[hostage]

Whatever it is, then.

[doeswhathewants]

Humans. Still so thickheaded sometimes.