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]

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.