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Evening 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!
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[ Look, Peter, if that's a really elaborate bread-based oily recipe to mimic salmon, he's not saying. ]
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It's not poisonous, isn't it? The dragon meat. I'm not judging your cooking, everything looks delicious, so it would be a shame if we died because our bodies aren't meant to handle that kind of meal.
You don't want to know the issues I had with the Ravagers as a kid because they keep trying to make me eat some alien food that could have dissolved my stomach.
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[ Peter, your childhood was awful. And that's coming from Loki. ]
It's just meat, no fear. A little tough like smokey beef, maybe, but edible.
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[ Oh, Loki, you don't know half of it. They can be miserably about their younger days together ]
In that case, I'd be honored to come to your party and eat all your food. [ He's joking, mostly. but man, has Peter been dying to eat some decent meat for weeks. ]
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[ He will admit to nothing on the network. Nothing! ]
Come on over and don't forget to submit an offering to Raindrop by the complex doors. She's the bouncer.
[ And it's a good way to get his horse fed for free. ]
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Gamora is in the city now! She might end coming to the ship too, so try not to startle her. [ Do you want to be impaled by a sword, Loki? No? Then don't' startle the galaxy's deadliest ex-assassin. ]
I'll bring her some apple slices and carrots. We gotta take good care of your girlfriend.
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[ It's not his fault if people stab him, he's very stabbable. ]
Hey! No horse jokes or you're banned from snacks.
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Loki and Klaus suffer from the same stabbable curse, for sure.]
Sorry, sorry...it's one of those dumb myths about Norse gods that were common on Earth. You made me think of it. Joking aside, I'll bring her some fruit and give her pettings. Happy?
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[ His entire life in any timeline boils down to That Story. ]
Come by and get set straight on that "myth", too.
> action...?
It is very cute.
[ But yes, he's coming over and will show up at Loki's place in 10 minutes or so, carrying food for the horse and with Sandy trailing after him in the shape of a black fox. ]
action!
Shut up and come get a history lesson, Quill.
[ Wow, cute? No way, can't be Loki. He opens the door when Peter arrives and waves him in, the food a free-for-all on the table by utensils and a bowl of punch. ]
Help yourself, if no one eats it it'll go to waste.
action!
Thank you, cu-tie. [ He reaches up to pinch Loki's cheek briefly, grinning all the way. Then takes a step back because he learned thanks to pestering Rocket that some people have very sharp nails. ] Jokes aside, this is really awesome. I didn't know you were such a good cook.
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There's plenty about me you don't know, Peter. Evidently, you're not sure if that so-called myth is even real.
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And yet here I am, ready for you to educate me. [ He doesn't look away from the food, trying to decide where to start, but is clearly still paying Loki attention. In the end, he puts some of the dragon meat and the 'salmon' in a plate. Not a lot because he knows plenty of people in this city might want some real meat to eat and Peter isn't that much of a dick anymore. ]
And keep in mind that one of my teammates is a talking Raccoon. Strangest things had happened that someone getting frisky with a horse. Have you ever seen an A'askvariian?
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Listen, okay, I didn't get dicked down by a horse. That was a former life of mine, he was all about animals like the basic Pagan nutjob he was and not ashamed of it, but I prefer humanoids these days. In any case, it's weird as fuck to see eight-legged horses around and no Sleipnir, I shouldn't have all these grandfoals running around with having been here to have had my own foal first, which leads me to believe there is another Loki running around, unlikely as I spoke to my alternate reality biological dad-mom here and she didn't know me, or these beasts were mothered by one of the other gods.
[ That may have been on his mind for a while. ]
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We all have made questionable decisions in the past, it's admirable to make an effort to better oneself. [ As for the rest of what Loki said, there's really a lot to unpack and Peter needs a second. ]
I talked to Honir about the horses, he sort of found them by accident and they followed him here, maybe no Loki fathered them. Perhaps there's a reality where horses are just like that and the magic of the city pulled them in like it brought us all here. [ Peter voice loses all the mocking tone now, especially when he addresses the last part. ] Must be hard to talk to a version of your mother that doesn't know you.
[ He would be heartbroken in Loki's place. ]
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[ That bears repeating. As for the stuff about his parentage, he waves a hand and take a long sip of his punch. ]
It was a version of my father, actually, Laufey, but she was almost as awful as him so there was no love lost there. Going back to the horses thing ... You're probably right. It might be a fool's errand to search for Sleipnir.
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[ To be fair, it was because the Avengers started time traveling but they had a good reason for it. He makes a face at the mention of Loki's father, lips pressing into a thin line. ]
Why are the fathers so often the jackass ones? I'm sorry, man. But ey, you have Raindrop in the meantime. How come you got to keep this one? Honir gave it to you...?
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Yeah, he gave her to me.
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How nice of him. And ey, now that I am her...why don't you show me your powers?
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I'm a little tired, maybe later.
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You must be after cooking all this. Or did you have help?
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[ Hand laying over his heart, ouch. ]
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[ Peter is quick to brush a hand over Loki's shoulder, a charming smile playing on his lips. ]
It's been a really long time since I've been at a party, maybe my social skills are a little rusty. Most of the time I'm fighting peopel who tries to kill my team and I, not attending soirees.