Tenth Trick: Permavideo

[doeswhathewants]

[The NV flicks on, propped up on a table, focused on Loki who sits cross legged on the floor, a baby sling across his chest. The sling is occupied by a lump that is invisible to most, save for a hot pink mohawk and a hot pink collar with a little silver hammer shaped tag dangling from it. The hellhound looks plump and happy to everyone who can see her.]

This- [He speaks with his head bent over the hellhound] -is Thora. Say hello, Thora-

[He helps her wave a faintly pink paw at the NV and she tries to nip his fingers in retaliation]

She's kind of the best hellhound ever. [In that condescending way only thirteen year old boys are capable of. And then suddenly serious, green fire in his eyes] And if anyone were to harm her, I would put their insides onto their outsides and join her in having a nibble. Just saying.

[And then that jovial demeanor returns again.] I've been learning much about the mortal world thanks to Google- the browser of webs. But so much information conflicts. I wish to know more. Midgard and humans are so different than what I always thought.

Comments

[shifting]

You'd be surprised.

[a lot of that goes over his head.

...Okay, all of that except for the Ragnarok part. He remembers that myth at least.] Sounds complicated. ...How's it worked out for you so far?

[doeswhathewants]

You speak from personal experience?

[He's used to it.] So far... mostly good. I think.

[shifting]

[...you're a clever little thing, aren't you?] A bit.

Well, you haven't brought down giants or wolves down on the city so far, so I guess that's good enough.

[doeswhathewants]

[Tiny trickster god] Need I guess or will you tell me if I say please?

No. Only mead and cellophane on the toilets. Far more interesting than the end of the world.

[shifting]

[have a good-natured eyeroll] Okay, so I'm adopted too.

Well I'll agree with you about the mead anyway.

[doeswhathewants]

[A smile] There, not so bad, hm? Did work out for you?

One out of two isn't bad. Why not the toilet prank? Did you pee on your shoes?

[shifting]

Just fine. [except not at all, but fuck it, Sam is private and he doesn't even know you.]

I'm a little old for juvenile pranks. 'Specially ones that end up with someone havin' to clean up a mess.

[doeswhathewants]

[Not that he would know it's a lie.] Lucky you.

Mm. Too old or no fun? Because the mead, I am to understand, did cause a bit of a mess, too. And many women complained.

[shifting]

About the mess or the mead?

[doeswhathewants]

The mead. Apparently not showering for a day is a massive inconvenience.