orb ; rebirth 12th

[sorcerous]

[ Loki is lit by firelight; shadow and flame reflect in his eyes, glittering cool in the light. ]

Ah, heroes. Must you be so idle? Will you tarry away your days with young maidens, with your squabbles and your delays? You are home no longer. There is a kingdom for you to save.

Then -- perhaps I will take advantage of your laxness. It will not be so difficult to tempt a maiden or two away from her humble home, will it? And who knows what horrors I may subject them to.

Beware, for now there is a sorcerer that lurks here.

[ And video off.

Loki laughs, as soon as the orb is extinguished; it pleases him to take responsibility for the shadowy appearances around Schwanheim. If Thor is to suspect him, Loki may as well confirm it; in the meantime, perhaps Loki will stir the heroes to action.

Loki himself, of course, is nearly at the thorns. He wants to speak with them. ]

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[tatra]

You did not seem to me to be the type to hurt others for no reason. [ There is actual, genuine concern for him in her voice. ] Would you tell me why?

[sorcerous]

Courtesy may disguise sharp fangs, Princess.

[tatra]

I consider myself an excellent judge of character. You may have fangs, Loki, but I have given you no reason to bare them at me.

[sorcerous]

And if it is another who has given me reason?

[tatra]

Then I am truly sorry. I had thought we might be friends, given time.

[sorcerous]

[ A long beat. ]

As did I.

[ He'd thought he would have a chance, here. But it seems... no. It seems he never will. ]

[tatra]

It's not too late, you know. I don't believe that you really wish to harm the innocent people here.

[sorcerous]

Then -- spare your judgment until my guilt is proven.

[tatra]

[ She nods. ]

Of course. I can only hope you'll make the right decision.