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

[he_who_kills]

Eh? You want be what called shrunken head?

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[fe_male]

[ okay yeah yeah he's been warned and shit about these guys by now but fuck ]

you okay there buddy?

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[doeswhathewants]

That actually happened? Is there anything i can help you with?

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[infernoandhearth]

I'm fairly certain I don't.

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[infernoandhearth]

I'm fine, and it's very kind of you to ask. It is, of course, not the first time it's happened.

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[infernoandhearth]

It did, and I don't regret it, not exactly. It was better than having my head cut off, after all. I don't fancy ending up as a sort of oracular football.

Do you know if these sorts of curses tend to undo themselves by the time the day or weekend is out? Or does it linger?

texting:

[charring]

Oh, boy.

texting:

[infernoandhearth]

We'll have to speak through text, unfortunately, but I'm still feeling rather inspired today. Did you manage some of Merlin's hair? I thought we might make the rings today.

Text;

[doeswhathewants]

Still gruesome. At least you have this device to "speak" through.

I suppose it depends, these are days of rest and thus the curses tend to linger, I have noticed.

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[infernoandhearth]

Yes, it's much more useful than last time.

Well, if it comes to it, I'll deal with it the same as I did before.

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[doeswhathewants]

I should think.

How did you deal with them last time? Though I should think it would involve someone cutting them out. Banner might have something for it.

Private

But are you well?

Text;

[infernoandhearth]

I ripped my mouth open. They don't cut. I had the scars for ages.

Private

Overall, yes. It hurts really rather a lot, though. They're new again, so it's all raw, and my mouth hasn't healed around it yet. And I can't eat anything. I hate not eating anything.

Text;

[doeswhathewants]

This is a city full of demons, Lokis and superheroes. There will be a better way than ripping them out, should this curse be ... lasting.

Private

Where are you?

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[infernoandhearth]

Oh, yes, and I suppose there are more people willing to help me this time around.

Private

The winter path in Xanadu, but I'll move somewhere warmer if you like. I've been setting the leather on fire. It relieves some of the irritation.

Text;

[doeswhathewants]

Most people worth your time would help. And those who do not? A pox of genital warts upon their nethers!

Private

Cold bothers me not. I'll be there in a minute.

Text;

[infernoandhearth]

Most people were of the opinion I deserved it. Which was rubbish, naturally, without me they wouldn't even have had Mjolnir at all, not to mention all of their other things.

Private

Of course, it wouldn't, would it.

Action

[Luke is lying in a divot in the snow. It hasn't melted around him, but he looks perfectly comfortable. Except for the line of stitches across his mouth, obviously. He's got one hand on his mouth, kind of thumbing at them thoughtfully.]

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[doeswhathewants]

I meant most people here, of course. Most people on Asgard have trouble using a fork let alone higher thought processes. [That's probably not fair, but he feels protective of Luke.]

Thor let that happen to you?

Action

[And he's just trotting up to the Luke shaped divot in the snow, plopping down beside it and looming over to assess his mouth.] Those look... painful. I know, Captain Obvious, but ... they do.

[conesoldstober]

I think my quota of unpleasantness may be at its limit today.

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[infernoandhearth]

He'd no choice, I'd wagered my head on the bet. It was that or have it chopped off.

Action

[Luke laughs slightly through his nose, and winces when smiling pulls at the stitches. He grabs a sideways fistful of snow to wipe away the blood beading there and nods, before rummaging his phone out of his pocket and typing into it.]

I assume this is another thing that never happened to either of you?

[infernoandhearth]

[Haha, seriously, fuck you. Have SIMULTANEOUS VIDEO of Luke's gross horror movie mouth as he types an answer back.]

Really? All that from one stitched-shut mouth? Or is something else of yours stitched shut.

texting - private:

[charring]

I have it, yes. I haven't told him I'm helping make the rings. I'll tell him on the day.

[conesoldstober]

If I were you, I'd be avoiding being photographed entirely.

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[doeswhathewants]

I remember nothing of his lives, but it never happened in my own short one. [One corner of his mouth quirks up.] Yes, this is better than living as a severed head among the dwarves. No telling what they would use it for - and this is coming from someone who surfs the internet, I have seen things.

[So he's just going to flop onto the snow beside Luke, wriggling over to press one side of his body against the other's.]

texting - private:

[infernoandhearth]

Has he magic? He might be able to tell.

texting - private:

[charring]

He does. He won't get the rings until the wedding day so I get to keep a secret until then. Which will be easy.