Luke {Loki Laufeyjarson} (
infernoandhearth) wrote in
poly_chromatic2013-02-05 08:46 pm
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Fjórtandi Villieldr - [Accidental Video]
[For once, Luke isn't posting on purpose, so he's a bit hunched over in shadow from a distance, looking solemn, concentrating. The device is filming from a dresser. He's wearing a shoulder bag, which shortly bursts into flame while he's holding it, the flame disappearing into Luke to reveal another object, in his hands. It looks as if it's made up of many pieces of glass, cobbled together with a seam made of what looks like lava, red-orange and glowing. It can't really be glass, of course, or it can't be lava, because lava would melt the glass, surely.
Or maybe metaphors and magic don't follow the laws of physics.
Either way, he lifts it up to his chest, where the angle makes it finally clear that it's a heart, and his shirt flickers forward to stitch around it, holding it in a lump to his plaid shirt in a sort of pocket. The seams can be seen glowing through the pocket before he sighs, and the pocket flames and disappears, leaving him holding his heart again. He pauses.
He's just lifted it up to his face when the video ends.]
Or maybe metaphors and magic don't follow the laws of physics.
Either way, he lifts it up to his chest, where the angle makes it finally clear that it's a heart, and his shirt flickers forward to stitch around it, holding it in a lump to his plaid shirt in a sort of pocket. The seams can be seen glowing through the pocket before he sighs, and the pocket flames and disappears, leaving him holding his heart again. He pauses.
He's just lifted it up to his face when the video ends.]

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And I need to talk to you and Serrure.
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Sorry it didn't work. It nearly did. And then it didn't.
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You know? Then you know what comes next.
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You're cross at me and you scold me for some time about how this is really just what you expected all along from a Loki?
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No, I tell you that you and Serrure are going to give me back the scepter. Then we're only going to speak of things pertaining to Margie.
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Will you? Isn't it there?
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Luke, get the scepter and bring it back. Don't make me find it.
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Leah's heart is melting.
Today is terrible. P.S. The melting? Not a metaphor.
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I hope David's is safe. Perhaps I ought not to have swallowed mine...
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No, oh dear, don't -- Ah! -- Please stop tha-- Uh! [Then Luke might hear him collapse on the floor.]
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Margie. No. Hey, come on. That's important to David. We don't want to hurt David, do we? [Haha. Reasoning with a toddler... She clearly likes the satisfying weight of it. Quickfix, Luke grabs one of her favoured stuffed animals off the floor, cuts it open, puts in a. Hurry. Puts in a rock, pads it back with the stuffing, and safety pins it together. He'll sew it later, now is the time for an Indiana Jones style trade out and...
Ok, well nearly a toddler sulk, but he tosses the toy, lets Margie toss it on her feet, and she's distracted enough for him to head back to David, cradling a cricket ball. Of course it would be, though. Of course.]
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He looks up at Luke.] Thanks. What have you done with yours?
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[He pulls David back and up into his lap, wrapping his arms about him. He's feeling really vulnerable, and unliked since the plan failed.]
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