ORB: 10 of Rebirth's Height

[sorcerous]

[ See Loki. See Loki in a nature-esque background that's fairly rocky, a bit hilly, but also very generic. Could be anywhere. Could totally be a place that is not on a mountainside where one would go and seek some dragons.

See Loki's horse, dappled and dark and very skittish, at the moment. He cuts a regal figure on her, straight-backed, strong; he handles her skittish movement with an easy hand. ]

My brother -- Thor -- has arrived. I suppose you will greet him, Sif, if you have not already. To you, and to the rest who fancy themselves heroes: know that I will be watching your moves with great interest.

But I no longer count myself among you.

[ This is the closest Loki will get, at this moment, to a declaration of villainy.

ooc: I cannot stress enough that Loki is being a douchebag and is wrong about basically everything. ]

Comments

[sorcerous]

Glory you have, though much good it does you. Glorified by peasants. Glorified by idiots.

I do not care for what is right.

[like_a_gerbil]

Seems like you're making a lot of assumptions without a lot of facts.

[Laughing quietly, he can't help thinking about those USO shows and the comic books he'd been the reluctant subject of.] I've had glory before. Didn't want it then. And I don't want it now.

I dunno how Thor figures into this, but it's too bad that you've decided not to help when it sounds like you were before.

[sorcerous]

You say his name as though he is your friend.

[like_a_gerbil]

Actually, I just met him.

[sorcerous]

Then you are too friendly, and would do well to guard yourself.

[like_a_gerbil]

What should I guard against, sir?