Fjórði Villieldr - [Video]

[infernoandhearth]

[Just before midnight, Luke looking his baseline level of amused, plus a generous helping of put-upon.]

That was an unfortunate curse yesterday, wasn't it? I do hope everyone came out of it alright. Which reminds me, Charlie, I think now would be a good time f--

[At which point, it hits midnight. Luke breaks off, looking confused for a moment and then his eyes widen and he opens his mouth...


...just in time for it to get stitched back together, his lips meeting and closing as a leather string passes through it. He makes a muffled, pained noise as it completes its path and knots itself at the end.

There's a moment where he just stares at the screen, somewhat vaguely before he gathers himself together and shuts it off. Text appears an hour later.]


Text me, Charlie.


[ooc: Souvenirs you never lose. That one time Loki nearly lost his head. Yeah.]

Comments

Action;

[doeswhathewants]

I'd only repeat a joke if I particularly liked it. [And thus it would make the joke worth the repetition.]

Troublesome, but good to know it can be done? How much do you think you could regrow? [He shifts to his stomach, propping his chin up on his hands, elbows digging into the snow. He's ten seconds away from forcing you into a Loki cuddle puddle.]

Action;

[infernoandhearth]

Which is why we're friends!

[He's building a huge snow pile on his legs, now, because why not? Serrure gave him the idea.]

I'm not certain. It would take a lot of energy. It might be easier if someone placed me into a fire. I think I might turn the fire into parts of me.

Action; hello lads

[savedfromstory]

[ Leah steps through her portal into the snow and stands over the pair. ]

Well well, what a sight you two make.

Cuddle Puddle, Leah?

[doeswhathewants]

Are you burying yourself in the- Leah! I did promise you something exciting to do today.

[Nope, not even finding anything weird about this.] Are you trying to bury yourself in the snow, Luke? Does that actually help?

join usssss

[infernoandhearth]

[Luke nods to acknowledge Leah, trying not to smile. He ponders the best way to talk to both people at once and eventually focuses on fiery letters in the air.]

It's nothing to do with my mouth. I just felt like it.

[He shoves up the pile larger with his feet.]

nevarrrrr

[savedfromstory]

[ Leah kneels in the snow besides Luke to examine his face. ]

Our friend getting maimed was not the excitement I had in mind. Does it hurt?

[doeswhathewants]

I meant laying in the snow with our maimed friend. [So offended.]

Oh. [Now have a Loki half flopped on you.] There, now you are buried half in Loki. That's even better than snow. Leah? The other half?

[infernoandhearth]

[Hooray, piles! Luke likes being in piles. He ruffles Serrure's hair, unless his hood is up, in which case he scuffs the shit outta it.]

It hurts, but I'm used to it, really.

[savedfromstory]

[ boys. ] I will not.

I can help. I can ease the pain, at the very least.

[doeswhathewants]

[He allows Luke to ruffle his hair. Then smooths it back into place because Future Leah or something.] Norse cuddle puddle. You'll look awfully silly just standing there while we laying here.

[infernoandhearth]

He's entirely right. I think it might be easier to do something about my mouth if you'd a closer look at it.

[savedfromstory]

[ With a very put upon sigh, Leah lays herself gently across Luke's chest. Her dress miraculously stays in place but leaves little to the imagination at any angle. From this height, she spreads a hand over Luke's mouth, not touching, and lets her numbing magic seep in slowly. ]

Stop me if this causes any more pain.

[doeswhathewants]

[Serrure isn't saying anything, but he is looking over her dress because how is that staying on?]

[infernoandhearth]

[The one mercy of the stitches is that Luke can't do the shit-eating grin he'd be sporting otherwise. He flings as much of his arms as he can over the both of them and sighs. It's nice. His mouth really is hurting way less now.]

[savedfromstory]

[ Leah turns to Loki, upside down, from her current perspective. ]

Happy now?

[doeswhathewants]

Yes. Norse cuddle puddle accomplished. [Just the faintest smirk.] Aren't you happy to be a part of it, Leah?

[infernoandhearth]

[Fire letters, forming as much in their combined views as possible.]

You really ought to be. This is lovely, don't you think? Very cozy.

[savedfromstory]

I think I am a bit too old for this.

[doeswhathewants]

Never. Two Lokis are better than one, and all that. How is that dress staying up? I always meant to ask Hela that, but ah.... awkward.

[infernoandhearth]

I'm around 6000. You're really not too old.

[He looks at the dress.]

Tape, perhaps? Or magic?

[savedfromstory]

It is how old you feel that matters. I feel I am too old for this.

There is no tape in Niflheim. The cloth is magic in nature.

[doeswhathewants]

Magic cloth. Believable.

[And he's tossing an arm around Leah.] Not going anywhere. Stay with us. Look how much better Luke feels with us here. Would you take that away from him, Leah?

[infernoandhearth]

I am disconsolate without at least two close friends draped on me at any given time, with these wounds.

[savedfromstory]

Then it would be cruel of me to leave. I shall stay.

[doeswhathewants]

I like him, he's clever. [Serrure stretched a bit to prod at the fabric of Leah's dress, just to see if it was magic cloth.]