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[doeswhathewants]

[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.]

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[infernoandhearth]

[Luke's grin is all teeth. He's much nearer Loki's age than usual, maybe only a visible year older.]

Oh, what very nice goats. [He lifts one hand, already engulfed in flame.] I thought I might add a magnifying glass.

[doeswhathewants]

Ah! I do enjoy an extended metaphor.

One of the goats is yours for the taking should you choose to ride with me. We can have some real fun.

[indecent_butterfly]

Ants do tend to swarm when annoyed too far and bite the hand before them.

[asofwar]

[What universe has she just walked into that little Loki is riding a large - let's not call it giant yet, Sif's seen giant beasts and this one is just moderately upsetting - stuffed animal?

One where, as usual in the company of any Loki, her headaches never end.]

How do goats relate into your metaphor, exactly?

[doeswhathewants]

If you have to ask, Sif, then you'll never know.

I only like them. They remind me of just how gullible even a god can be.

[doeswhathewants]

And yet ants they remain. Insignificant and easily damaged.

[infernoandhearth]

[Bow. Sort of. The device dips with him so it just goes oddly angled for a moment. After which he straightens, and goes right back into his fierce glee.]

Oh good, I feel as if I've been holding myself back forever. Thor never lets me near his goats, you know. It would be funnier if he were here. Will you kindle a flame? I'll find you faster.

[asofwar]

I will never know, or you have no idea yourself?

[Slightly confusing looking goat stuffed toys aside, this is. Rather cute. Worth keeping an eye on! But...endearing.

(She's grown soft.)] I imagine the stuffed rabbits would not have as...terrifying an effect.

[doeswhathewants]

I borrowed them and borrowed them and eventually drove them into the pits of hell. Oops. He'll not miss them. [A flick of fingers in dismissal to the thought.

A second later he's conjuring a small green flame in the palm of his hand. That should count, right?]

Perhaps we shall even gain a proper following after this. Virgin sacrifices on the pyre and all.

[doeswhathewants]

Possibly not. Just a bit of mischief, right Sif? [Lookit how cute he is. If anyone tries to bash his brains in, you'll aide him, yes?]

[indecent_butterfly]

So very true. As long as you plan on damaging them enough to make it worthwhile. Do you?

[doeswhathewants]

Wherever the mood takes me, I'll not plan, just go with what feels right. [It sounds so terribly pleasant in his mind.] Your grounds will be avoided of course. Friends.

[asofwar]

As is your wont. [Yes. Probably.

Wait.

(Soft like cotton. Terrible. Disgraceful.)

She squints a little.] Mind how much.

[infernoandhearth]

[Any flame counts. Luke laughs at Thor's loss of goatage and flips off his device. Moments later, he strolls up to Loki.]

I'd love sacrifices. No-one ever gives me anything but leftovers, or a begrudging drink. It's all about fear, I think. That's how Odin managed all his dead warrior sacrifices.

[doeswhathewants]

Just a bit. [He's measuring out a small amount of air between thumb and forefinger.]

[asofwar]

Which is as much as I believe you.

[doeswhathewants]

Oh, Sif, that hurts, physically.

Would I lie to you?

[asofwar]

Yes.

[indecent_butterfly]

That is always the best course of action. [Nir favorite actually and not like ne'd fault him otherwise.] More or less allowing creativity to take over and run wild.

And One does appreciate that.

[itsjustafruit]

Isn't that just precocious.

[doeswhathewants]

Leftovers? Rude.

Fear is always better than respect. Respect ebbs and wanes and even Odin All Father is despised in the end by his children and the mortals of Midgard. A desperate old man to the last.

We'll not make his mistakes, no. Fear. I like that. [And he's climbing onto one of the goats' backs.] Shall we?

[doeswhathewants]

It allows for tangents and changes of plan even in the midst of another plan. Chaos. Unpredictable.

[doeswhathewants]

Ah, but in the end, with whom would you side, Lady Sif?

[asofwar]

What are my choices?

[doeswhathewants]

Yes, a child's game. Nothing more.