trente-et-un | doppelgänger

[disidentity]

[This Loki was in a strange mood. He wanted to slink over to the comm, but wasn't sure about what he'd see. Fear of inciting the wrath of the other Norse gods for just a harmless joke held him in its grasp, though eventually he was able to overcome it. ... With a glass of Marlot. He held his breath and readied his announcement, hoping for the best.

Comments

[rulestheelves]

I'm sure you understand why we have a hard time believing you, Loki. And I think it will take more than just saying 'I'm sorry' for that to happen.

[everwary]

OH MY GOODNESS DON'T TALK TO HIM. DON'T TALK TO HIM.

DON'T TALK TO HIM.

IT'S BULLSHIT!

[rulestheelves]

It's alright, Gerd, I know it is.

[everwary]

I TELL YOU DON'T DO IT!

HE'LL CRAWL OUT.

SQUIRREL INTO YOUR CRIB.

AND WATCH YOU. At night.

[rulestheelves]

If he does, I'll deal with him. I won't let him bother us.

[everwary]

I wish I can believe you, butttttttttttt

I don't.

[doppelgänger]

[disidentity]

Then what will it take, Freyr?

[rulestheelves]

I'm sorry but there isn't really anything that can convince me that this isn't one of your schemes.

[doppelgänger]

[disidentity]

Nothing at all?

[rulestheelves]

I think you burned too many bridges here, Loki.