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

[brosif]

You live now. I do not care what your plans were.

[sorcerous]

It was never my plan to stay here. You know this. Thor's arrival has simply given me a push.

[brosif]

Hurting him wouldn't help you leave this place. In fact, it might tie you here further.

[sorcerous]

I have no plans to leave.

[brosif]

You don't plan to stay, you don't plan to leave. It’s good to see that your legendary tactical prowess stands unaffected.

[sorcerous]

No plans to stay in the city. No plans to leave this Realm.

I tire of this.

[brosif]

As do I. You're incapable of listening to anything that I say and I'm incapable of indulging you in your self-destruction.

You meant to die, and yet you live. Some might look at that as a chance to start anew, rather than repeat the same mistakes. That you’re lining up for the latter is ridiculous.

[And the hell if he’s going to be the one to cut off the transmission, this time. Unblinking, she tugs on her pendant, ending the orb. It’s not the most mature thing she’s ever done.]