Siren's Pull

[Mouth pursed, he's doing the villain slouch with his invisible hellhound Thora at his feet, currently dyed green and gold.]

Left. Returned. Saved the nine. Attacked by some creature, that went poorly for the attacking party just FYI, and saved an unwitting mortal from an AGI auction.

All in a day's work.

[He's sitting in the park, feeding pigeons from a container of candy corn. Handful for the birds, handful for himself. Is that container endless? Probably not. It's a bit of magical sleight of hand and instantaneous matter transportation, if you want the truth. Somewhere, a store full of food-turned-candy corn is being suspiciously emptied of its contents.]

Almost as good as the Eggs of Cadbury. Almost, but not quite. So, I thought I would share.

Please, no thanks necessary, only enjoy your candied corn.

[A pause] And to all of the haters, the food shall return to normal at midnight. There now, not so bad? Take a bite, go with it. Enjoy.

[He's sitting on a swing in the park, eyes downcast, expression somber for once.]

Youko has returned to her world.

Yes, yes, life is not fair, we are toys to any being with more power than us and let me tell you, it sucks. What is the purpose of being here and- and liking people only to have them taken away and forgotten when one leaves?

Aside from a very scant few of you, there is not likely a chance we shall ever meet again. So whatever is the point of trying only to- to feel this.

And to be held at the whim of not only the Core, but the Natives. I should think it proper they who remain and whose friends and family remain feel a bit of misery, too. It will be coming.

I've oft heard lately that a frozen dessert, iced cream, is good for those who are ill. Well, there are so many of you ill, I thought to contribute to assisting in your recovery by making this iced cream much more .... available.

[He's sitting on the ledge of a building, looking down on the street, the NV is focused on the street as police cars swarm after their quarry. The transformation is near instantaneous- cars, then large blobs of ice cream with overly large bananas sticking out of them. Uniformed officials scramble stickily out of the mess, only to find themselves slipping on the discarded banana peels. Loki's soft laughter is heard as the NV focuses in more sharply on the mess below.]

One may thank me in tribute of Red Bull and the Eggs of Cadbury, please no virgin sacrifices, that gets awkward.

[Oops. Loki may have accidentally interfered in police business. The NV clicks off. All typically exempted people are exempt, of course, Loki would never forget about you. Also Stark, if he owns a car.]

[The NV feed clicks on and Loki, looking a little worse for wear around the edges, is peering down into it, a bit wary.]

Leah? Daimon? ... if this is about those shirtless jokes- [A frown as he looks about] Oh. Oh! [Then his expression brightens.]

Well met and glad tidings, Siren's Port! It has been a while- [He pauses] For me, at least. For here...it seems less than a day has passed, but that only means I have interesting things to share and the lot of you do not. How much power this place yields to obfuscate the memories of it from even an one such as myself, and all the way back in my own world, no less!

Disconcerting.

Ah well! I shall welcome the break and consider this a much needed vacation. After all, I have saved Midgard no less than three times since I returned. Only 997 more times to go before we are even.

Ah- if you meet a verbose magpie, converse with him at your own peril lest he talk you into swallowing your own tongue.

[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.]

[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.

[The video opens with Loki wearing his most convincingly innocent face, hood of his yellow sweatshirt up, jacket on over that, the NV balanced on the back of a chair while Loki lounges sideways in said chair]

So many pissed off people today.

[A glittering gleam in those green eyes, like fire, just a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth]

I do wonder what could have happened.

[ooc: See OOC post on Loki's super secret magical cellophane toilet trick for deets]

[The video kicks on and Loki is sitting cross legged on a roof, view of buildings in the background behind him, the NV is propped up so the view is at an angle. The hood of his zip front sweatshirt pulled over his face, casting a shadow. Green eyes fairly glow from under the shade of that hood. He's smiling and it's just a bit sharp, a bit smug as he carefully plucks up and eats a blue M&M from a bowl of entirely blue M&M's, a can of Redbull held loosely in his right hand.]

Blizzard.

Rather inconvenient. [The smile grows more sly.] For some people, anyway.

For others, well, perhaps it is better that some of us are on the straight and narrow. [A grinning pause] Mostly.

[He pops another blue M&M into his mouth, chewing silently while he considers]

Boring, boring, boring. The walls are closing in. You know what happens then? Some real fun. Not yet, but soon. You'll know when it starts.