[orb post, day 4 ; arrival]

[sorcerous]

[ The orb floats above him and Loki regards it with calm regality, with impassive green eyes. ]

A small thing… but well-crafted. The magic is strong.

[ He settles back: lounging, tense and casual. ]

I hear we have a community of heroes. Please; show yourselves. I am Loki -- [ and here his tongue trips, for the first time. A blink, a falter. ] -- Odinson, from Asgard realm, and I am ever so eager to make your acquaintance.

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[knowsmorethanyou]

Now doesn't that take all the fun out of the speculation?

Horse or not, shapeshifting isn't likely to get you to do your 'hero' job.

[sorcerous]

And shapeshifting is hardly the limit of my ability.

[knowsmorethanyou]

Well, let's hope that investigation is among your vast catalog of skills, as the locals are less than helpful.

[She pauses, then smirks] Although, many of them are probably just jealous of me.

[sorcerous]

And I suppose now I remark that they have much to be jealous of...

[knowsmorethanyou]

Not so much of me, despite my obvious superiority. I have a 'stallion' of my own.

[sorcerous]

Stallion in this case meaning father, lover, or horse?

[knowsmorethanyou]

I doubt he'd call us lovers, but he's certainly not the other two. Nor is he interested in having the locals drool on him, so he's willing to keep up the pretense of "marriage."

[sorcerous]

How convenient.

[ -- as he quietly cuts off the train of thought that would lead him to his own wife. She has no place in his mind, of late. ]

[knowsmorethanyou]

Well, convenient situations shouldn't be underutilized. Nor should astute observations. [Although the slight flicker of expression will not be mentioned now. You also have to make sure that you have enough information to properly use.]

Besides, handsome men who blush prettily are in short supply. I wouldn't want to lose mine.

[Pardon the drive-by]

[wheresmycoffee]

[[Only very faintly in the background can a rather irked and almost flustered sounding male voice be heard]]

Damnit, woman, do you ever shut up?

[[Someone's not to pleased about being talked about]]

I'll never forgive you.

[sorcerous]

[ A light laugh. ]

I would rather associate with one who speaks out of turn than one who never speaks at all...

[sorcerous]

Are they? How devastating; there should always be a ready supply of those.

....Damnit, I have to check which character is logged in....

[knowsmorethanyou]

And now I'm not sure if you're teasing me or not. But you're a god, so I suppose you're allowed to have something over mere mortals. [Although her pronunciation of "mere" indicates that she doesn't think of herself as merely anything]

[She is then more serious]

Niceties passed, should I be worrying more about things going boom than these magical "thorns" we've been brought in for? Or does the fact that this isn't your home universe negate ragnarok?

[sorcerous]

[ There is a subtle flinch. ]

Ragnarok requires all of the gods.

If they arrive, indulge your paranoia. Until then, there is no danger.

[knowsmorethanyou]

[Observation skills are wonderful to have. Especially when trying to figure out a god. File away that flinch.]

You can't blame me for worrying. After all, this is currently where I'm keeping my things and my people. Ragnarok set aside, you're still a notorious trickster.

[sorcerous]

Then take what precaution you feel necessary.

[knowsmorethanyou]

If I'm lucky, more than is strictly necessary. And I hopefully haven't used up your tolerance for witty banter, because I'll be keeping an eye on you.

[sorcerous]

Save your threats.

[knowsmorethanyou]

[She smiles] I hadn't meant to threaten. Just a friendly warning. I find it best to keep an eye on everyone, and I expect that everyone is keeping an eye on me. Especially when they don't know what I'm up to.