Such bluster. How very typical. Ever the sheltered son. So many fractured delusions. You know nothing of war. For all these countless millennia -- when it comes to the two of us -- you seem to have avoided the simplest of conclusions. Instead, you feel the incessant need to avenge every wrong you perceive from your position of languid morality...as if it were some sort of game. Quite sad. But if it's a war you truly desire, Thor -- then Loki can happily provide.
{ An independent roleplay blog for Loki from Thor. }No, you are going to put my daughter down and you are going to get out of my damn apartment.
I’m sorry little one, you’re mother is being a right wench.
[She shifts the baby, resting her bottom on her breasts as she kisses her forehead before she heads to put her back into her crib. Tucking her in with a swift and gentle hand, she simply turns to Natasha.]
I do hope you know that you will not be able to protect her at all times, yes?
[ Oh look at that, that’s Natasha reaching for her knife. Suddenly the claws are out and she’s become extremely protective. ]
Put her back into her crib and then get the hell out of my apartment.
Now, now, the tension you bring into the air will only upset the little one. I would calm down, put that pretty knife back and allow me to enjoy fresh life at it’s finest.
[She cooes down softly at the child, poking her nose gently. She receives a giggle in turn.]
My, my, I see a very good future for this child.
That is one thing you’re never going to be able to do.
[Giving the woman before her an innocent look, ‘Loki’ starts to glitch and fizzle away. The real Loki comes out of the back room, Tatiana securely in her arms as she dangles a golden dish above her.]
I must say she is very much in love with the jewels adorned in my hair. I may give her one before I leave for my own realm this day.
Now I officially have confirmed you are as delusional as I thought you were.
Why are you here?
I’ve come to see the small child I hear giggling in the next room.
Your Widow? I wasn’t aware that you staked claim on me.
I thought it was an unspoken agreement between us.
“At least a century, has it not? What a shame. Oh, how I’ve missed your mischievous ways.”
And I of yours, my dearest.
(Source: ravenedmischief)
Away with thee.
Whatever for? I have yet to cause my regular mischief.
(Source: ravenedmischief)
