mischiefdivine

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Thor? Thor had told him? Who was this man, someone who had tagged along from that group of ridiculous misfits that he had so gallantly lead from Sakaar to rescue Asgard? He did seem the type.

"Dead?" He let out a sound that was half scoff and half incredulous laugh, "Don't be absurd. I'm not dead, I've been abducted. Did my brother tell you that? A poor joke, and he never was a terribly creative liar."

He took the rest of his bag of clothing and immediately started walking past the man. He didn't look Asgardian, which meant that Loki certainly didn't have time for him. He wasn't in the mood to play games with humans, he had an escape plan to make. Or a takeover plan. Perhaps both.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," He added, "I need to find myself a way to get an audience with our hosts."

Peter's brow quirks as the man before him turns around and finishes tugging on the rest of his clothes, or well - what he could of them. He just stands there and watches as the man fails to respond to him until he's fully clothed and adjusted in his clothes. Frankly, Peter doesn't know why he doesn't say anything else or leave, just...waits.

It was worth it, at least.

His brows raise, eyes widening as the man drops his name - Loki. Oh man, he was familiar with Loki, at least in the form of stories told by his brother Thor. Thor had bad things to say about Loki of course, but more than that he spoke of how much he missed his brother, how his made him laugh, how in the end, he did the right thing and...how he hadn't deserved to die the way he did.

Loki was dead. And yet he was standing here right before him.

"Loki. Okay, cool. Cool cool cool."

"Thor's brother, right? So I guess dead people can just...come back here. Cool. Thor told me you died. Do you know you're dead? Shit, does this mean I'm dead?"

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Loki is doing an excellent job of looking normal and inoffensive as he browses the local grocery. He is not, however, here shopping. Instead, every now and then, he reaches out to "inspect" something, surreptitiously taking the price tag out of the shelf as he does, and swapping it with another one from elsewhere in the store that he'd stashed up his sleeve beforehand. He's been doing this for close to an hour now, and nobody has yet caught on.

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He was drunk, which was the reason why he was peacocking about so flagrantly, and had been for the last several hours. It was rather freeing, actually. Despite all the stereotypes of the Asgardian people, it was fairly frowned upon for people to be actually drunk, and that went doubly so for princes.

Not that it had stopped him, but it meant he hadn't had chances to go out and indulge as often as he'd like.

"Not the most polite thing to say to a prince, let alone a god." He snorted, laughing as the barmaid brought him a new drink and then gestured with the glass as he spoke, "Loki, son of Odin. Dragonslayer, yes. Isn't that something worth drinking to? My brother Thor was there, of course, but everyone knows I did most of the work. You might even say I saved his life."

She blinked, staring at him. He was very drunk, and potentially hallucinating. Dragons definitely weren't real.

She stepped forward, hands in her jacket as she narrowed her eyes, "And who are you, then, dragonslayer? I'm--" she paused, identities flickering slightly, then answered, less confidently, "...Bell. I'm Bell."

The spy pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning on the table and looking over the man's bizarre appearance to distract from her own tangled thoughts. "You look like you escaped the circus."

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"—and the dragon, of course, had been too busy trying to eat my brother, so of course it had paid little attention to me." Loki was in the middle of saying to a small group of gathered humans sitting around him at the longest table. The food at this establishment — a small but elegantly designed restaurant and tavern — was Asgardian, even if the patrons were just regular people of Archimedes. Luckily, that worked for him, as it meant that he could enjoy the tastes of home and still be able to tell outlandish stories to people without being questioned.

"And I will be happy to tell you how I gutted it and freed him from the beast's stomach, but first!" He tipped his head back, raising his mug to his lips, chugging down the remainder of his drink before smashing the vessel on the ground, with a call of, "Another!"

Eyes lazily scanning the room while the listening crowd also called for more drinks and chatted amongst each other, he waved a hand at the bartender and added, not shouting this time but still sounding in good spirits, "And one for our friend over here, too. You know, my dear, if you're going to stare, you may as well come join us instead of just eavesdropping."

Bell was stuck in her own head again, not for the first time wondering how much of any of this was real and how much was an elaborate hallucination. It was a special kind of hell to not know what your own reality was, and she almost didn't notice the absolutely bizarre little twig of a man, until the loud sound of glass shattering jarred her from her reverie.

It was some kind of fancy restaurant again, and there was a little wet dog of a man sitting at a table with shattered glass at his feet and the most ridiculous self-aggrandising expression on his face.

(Starter for @mischiefdivine)

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Loki turned to face the new voice as he finished pulling on his second boot. In his rush to dress, he had put his coat half on before his tunic or anything that should go underneath it, so he was standing there wearing nothing but his trousers and boots, and a coat pulled up over one shoulder, with the rest of his clothes and leather armor in a heavy bag on the ground.

He sighed, scrambled to pull the coat off and his tunic on, and then adjusted it until he was comfortable. For some reason, when he'd attempted to don the garments with magic it hadn't worked.

"If the master of this realm wished me more elegantly clothed upon my arrival, they shouldn't have dispersed my magic."

He touched a hand to his chest, and added, "I am Loki, son of Odin and Prince of Asgard, and I do expect to be treated with a bit more decorum by my hosts. That includes not being gawked at by slackjawed strangers. Have you not something better to do?"

Every day was a new adventure in Spirale, and today was no different.

Gone were Peter's sleepy days in his grandpa's house in the middle of suburbia. There he just saw people, sometimes dogs, sometimes cats, never aliens, talking raccoons or living planets. It was nice, in a way, but after a while it had just become so...boring.

So incredibly boring.

Not like Spirale, where he could run into a guy half stripping as he stumbles out of a car while taking a bite of a burger he was eating way too early in the morning.

Something about this guy's appearance just nags at him, like he's been talked to about a guy like this, with that slicked back hair and those honestly? rancid vibes. Maybe it would come to him eventually.

For now?

"Dude, are you serious?"

"1, they can't hear you, and if they can, they definitely ain't listenin'. 2, I'm pretty sure no matter where you go indecent exposure is a crime. Well--" Pause. Maybe not on some planets. "I'm pretty sure it is here, anyway."

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Loki adjusted his coat and managed to hold his head high and look imperious, despite the unusual circumstances. Ah... a local. That could be a promising development. The first step on any new world was finding people, ones that could provide him with information that he could use to weasel his way to the top of the place.

Yes, he had somewhat reconciled with Thor before, and perhaps he'd have been willing to stand by his brother's side at that point, give some ground. With Asgard gone, and... everything else. But Thor wasn't here, and the best way to be safe in any place was to be comfortably seated at the top. So it would be the old tricks again, changed or not.

"Oh, I'm certain. It seems lovely." Loki said, in a tone that was only somewhat sarcastic. He gestured at himself, "Present circumstances aside, of course. So, who might you be? Greeter? Servant? Bounty Hunter? If there's a master you're planning to take me to meet, we may as well go without a fuss, considering that's just who I'd like to be speaking to."

Every now and then, Jester took it upon herself to loiter nearby the incoming taxis after an eclipse. She figured out she could check her phone to see if someone she knew had arrived, so that was never really the point. It was more to start something new, help at least one other person get acclimated...help them be a little less alone. Not to mention it was fun to potentially learn about what sort of interesting world they came from! There was no reason not to do it, really.

Ah, there was one that caught her eye! The man stepping out of the cab didn't seem especially unusual, besides the armor he was fiddling with as he stepped out. She didn't often see someone suiting up like that just after they'd gotten here. His oath of vengeance bellowed to the skies drew her interest even more, forcing her to stifle a giggle before approaching.

"Oh yeah, I totally get it," the tiefling piped up, dropping down to sit on the edge of a nearby fire hydrant. "Just sweeping us up here without so much as an invitation is such a dick move! But things aren't that bad here if you don't let them be."

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Like for a starter! This is more or less a permanent a starter call that I'm putting out, so I'm not going to cap it, just reblog it when I feel like starting more threads. It's also an invitation for you to message me OOC, or vice versa, to discuss things like character relationships. I'll get to starters in whatever order they come to me, but I will eventually get to all of them. <3

[mischiefdivine]

❝ I have been falling. For THIRTY MINUTES! ❞ loki laufeyson ‣ mcu ‣ isola affiliated.

Norse god of Mischief, Chaos and Lies, among other things. Shapeshifter, magician, extremely irritating little brother.

Nearly destroyed the planet he was born on, once. Has tried to take over the world at least a few times, never worked out. Alien army was cool, though. Faked his death pretty convincingly one time after that.

Nasty little rat of a guy. Clever and ambitious and kind of a hedonistic narcissist. Asgard's most beloved/beloathed little clown.

Has a bad case of Chronic Backstabbing Disorder to the point that it's apparently become predictable to his brother.

Canonically genderfluid.

A member of the OG Tumblr Sexyman club. You remember this guy. From his sexyman era. A character with an internet pedigree, so to speak.

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He has had experience with being dropped out of one world and unexpectedly into another. This time was a bit more sudden than his appearance on Sakaar, of course, but at least it was a gentler landing. He thought briefly about resolving not to be thrown from the bifrost ever again, before remembering that such a thing was likely no longer a concern. Asgard was gone. The place, anyway.

That was going to take some getting used to, still. So far, Loki had done an admirable job of compartmentalizing all the complex feelings that stirred. Situation at hand, and all that.

He stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk, still pulling on bits of his half-donned armor. Whatever magical force had brought him here must have mingled oddly with his illusions, because he'd shown up without his shapeshifted clothing. His armor and suit had both been in a bag, but neither of those were easy to pull on while in the back seat of a car, so he stepped out onto the pavement still only halfway into his trousers.

"A poor way to treat your gods..." He hissed to himself, leaning his back against a lamppost nearby so he could pull on his boots. Looking skyward, he added, more loudly, "And something you will regret, I assure you!"

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on prior reserve, here's loki laufeyson from the marven cinematic universe <3 app and stats are at the buttons under the sidebar or at /a and /s respectively.

Welcome!

You'll be staying in CONDO 407!

You'll retain your MAGIC CONCEALMENT!

You'll be given a WOODEN DAGGER!

Enjoy your stay!

--Mod Lyra