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[Loki, carrying a cute stuffed goat under each arm, is walking down the street. His Stark phone is filming as he broadcasts, it must be floating in front of him somehow. He smiles winsomely.]

Rather like ants in a farm, isn't it? All of you trapped in this city, crawling over each other in fear and panic. Grasping for contact with others just to connect. To try and find some semblance of control in a situation you have no power to save yourself from.

[He stops and turns around, placing the stuffed goats on the sidewalk, each one, then turning to face the camera.]

The thing about ant farms, someone's always out there to give them a shake and see what happens. [A gleam in those green eyes, the glitter of horns on his crown instead of feathers.

In a breath, a heartbeat, those stuffed goats are alive, growing, grown. Larger than tanks with sharp hooves, breaking and churning the concrete in rageful pawing. Red eyes. Sharp teeth. Loki just smiles.]

Start scrambling.

[OOC: Joint log with Luke to go up later if anyone wants to be confronted by Gods on Goats.]