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mischiefmodig · 5 months
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@magnusmodig \ / Hearths Rising Starter
He really didn't see what all the fuss was about.
All of this... tradition felt gaudy to him; truly what was the point of hanging up lights to begin with? To simply w a s t e electricity? Frivolous indeed. It seemed he was not able to enter a shop without being assaulted with the smells of ( artificial ) mint, the only comfort being in the smells of ginger that followed...
No. He shan't grow sentimental for such things.
He was on a mission to discover the mysteries that lay in this world, and further still how he might escape ( he may be dead, but if he were alive here, surely he could be brought back? He'd made more marvelous returns in the past ). Of course, he was not alone in his exit strategy.
Upon observation, he'd taken a keen interest in this world's... Traverse Trove. To him, it was reminiscent of the portals that brought the lost things of the universe to Sakaar. There was no way to tell where it would lead should one enter... that would be a test for another time.
For now, he and Thor had agreed to meet at the festival Tinker Town, in order to acquire supplies ( for free ) to potentially contact passing vessels... or the Statemen. Loki knew the truth, but he would not give Thor reason to doubt - not until Loki knew his fate might be reversed.
He was waiting outside the establishment, impatient as ever and mildly agitated as he fiddled with the scarf around his neck ( the bruises wouldn't go away, he had no magic to hide them. ) Soon enough he saw the figure approach, though Loki made no motion in response.
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❝ You're Late. ❞ Was all he said.
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