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ikolsEvening all! I am Loki, God of Mischief and prince of Asgard! Another Asgard, alternate dimension. Long story.
[ Clearing his throat, two green eyes lean away from the viewer to reveal Loki in a green hoodie in the middle of his studio apartment, a bowl of punch and cooked dishes on the lounge table. Mayonnaise mashed potatoes, cheese-drenched meatbites, hotroot salad, veggie casserole, stuffed mushrooms, apple-baked salmon and strawberry-cream trifle ... it all looks delicious, doesn't it? It should, it's for you. How tempting, no? ]
You're invited to my old school Asgardian dinner. These are an approximation of traditional Asgardian dishes that I grew up with, some vegetarian-ised for the herbivores out there, [ because he's thoughtful like that, ] with a special haunch of slow-cooked dragon-meat glazed in honey and applesauce, then lightly roasted in breadcrumbs, for a true godly experience.
[ There it is, the centrepiece: mouthwatering. Loki looks rather pleased with himself as he turns his wrist-camera away, panning around his studio apartment that looks like it could fit a couple dozen people inside. ]
The parties our hosts have thrown are all well and good, but I'm offering a chance to chill while you pick my brain, as a resident of this realm a few lifetimes and universes over. What I know of my Asgard may not be applicable to this one although you're welcome to grill me at your leisure over the fruit punch. Non-alcoholic, apologies. Alternatively, come for the free food and make some likewise greedy friends! No shame in that! Second floor of Skadihaus is where you'll find the party, my apartment is the only one occupied, and as per the rules you'll be getting kicked out at ten.
Please leave snacks at the entrance of the apartment complex for the spider-horse napping there. Thank you!
[ Clearing his throat, two green eyes lean away from the viewer to reveal Loki in a green hoodie in the middle of his studio apartment, a bowl of punch and cooked dishes on the lounge table. Mayonnaise mashed potatoes, cheese-drenched meatbites, hotroot salad, veggie casserole, stuffed mushrooms, apple-baked salmon and strawberry-cream trifle ... it all looks delicious, doesn't it? It should, it's for you. How tempting, no? ]
You're invited to my old school Asgardian dinner. These are an approximation of traditional Asgardian dishes that I grew up with, some vegetarian-ised for the herbivores out there, [ because he's thoughtful like that, ] with a special haunch of slow-cooked dragon-meat glazed in honey and applesauce, then lightly roasted in breadcrumbs, for a true godly experience.
[ There it is, the centrepiece: mouthwatering. Loki looks rather pleased with himself as he turns his wrist-camera away, panning around his studio apartment that looks like it could fit a couple dozen people inside. ]
The parties our hosts have thrown are all well and good, but I'm offering a chance to chill while you pick my brain, as a resident of this realm a few lifetimes and universes over. What I know of my Asgard may not be applicable to this one although you're welcome to grill me at your leisure over the fruit punch. Non-alcoholic, apologies. Alternatively, come for the free food and make some likewise greedy friends! No shame in that! Second floor of Skadihaus is where you'll find the party, my apartment is the only one occupied, and as per the rules you'll be getting kicked out at ten.
Please leave snacks at the entrance of the apartment complex for the spider-horse napping there. Thank you!
