Memory Theater

[doeswhathewants]

One of those weekends, I suppose.

[ooc: Nope, he has noo idea the memory was posted.]

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[doeswhathewants]

I succeeded.

And got out with all my innards still on the inside.

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[worldofourown]

I do hope she didn't demand services in return.

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[doeswhathewants]

Why should she need a lock of my hair?

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[worldofourown]

[ How cute. Still so innocent. ]

Not what I meant.

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[doeswhathewants]

What did you mean?

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[worldofourown]

You've a vivid imagination, Serrure.

I'm sure you'll piece things together.

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[doeswhathewants]

Sif is my brother's fiance in my world. You met another world's version of him here. Biceps big as your head. Hammer that summons lightning.

People are good lightning conductors, Karl.

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[worldofourown]

Sif is Thor's wife in legends too. Albeit blonde.

So what did you need her hair for? Here I thought you were being an obsessive stalker.

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[doeswhathewants]

Blonde? How odd and indistinctive she would look. It is almost fortunate for her I cut it all off when we were children. Ah well, bygones.

To trade to the Norns for assistance in saving the world, obviously.

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[worldofourown]

I'm suspect Lady Sif would say otherwise.

What good would her hair do in world-saving? Extra-strength shampoo?

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[doeswhathewants]

The Norns are weird. I think they just wanted to pet it

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[worldofourown]

Then why not offer her severed head instead?

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[doeswhathewants]

Because I am not an evil murderer?

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[worldofourown]

And did your earnest endeavor save the world?

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[doeswhathewants]

Yes. Or I'd not be here.

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[worldofourown]

So why the doom and gloom when you first arrived?

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[doeswhathewants]

Well... I endangered the world again. Not entirely my fault, but you know, I ought to take responsibility.