Ellifti Grikkur Δ Loki Laufeyson Δ Video (backdated to one day post-Hulk)

[laevsilaufeyson]

Well, well. It is good to be awake again. Isn't it good?

[Someone certainly looks cheery about it, anyway.]Now, there are a few things I really must address. Things I missed while I was away, to my great chagrin

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[splice_of_life]

[Look who's late to the realization brigade?]

That's a bit...harsh, Eirik. Captain Harkness was a good man, to all of us.

[laevsilaufeyson]

Close, Doctor Suresh. Close, but not quite. I'm sorry to say that dear Eiríkur has gone away. There's just me left now.

[splice_of_life]

[His head tilts to the side like a perfect little puppy confused at the sounds coming from his phone.]

I'm not sure I follow--

[No, he doesn't follow at all.]

[laevsilaufeyson]

My name, and no doubt you've heard it by now, is Loki. We've met before, you and I, but I can't say I'm terribly surprised you don't remember, given the circumstances of that meeting.

[splice_of_life]

[Ah, well, isn't this lovely? Mohinder's giving up on people around here. He genuinely, and truly is.]

Loki is it? One who isn't an archangel masquerading as a fairy and let me guess, you've something to do with Thor as well?

[Because suddenly there are all sorts of men here. And why not?]

Do you happen to be friends of Shiva?

[laevsilaufeyson]

Ah, yes, Thor. My brother. Or so he calls himself, anyway.

Shiva I haven't encountered, I'm afraid. Interesting fellow, but intimidating.

[splice_of_life]

Well he would be.

[Mohinder makes this sort of half cracked sigh that could conceivably be called a giggle and shakes his head.]

So there isn't an Eirikur really? I can imagine that there might be a need to disguise yourself, though, but-- I still think you ought to be a little nicer of the dead.

[laevsilaufeyson]

There's nobody by that name, no, but the best lies are always tempered with truth. Someone like him existed in me once, a very long time ago.

[He smiles and tilts his head faintly to one side, as Mohinder himself had done moments before.]

You know, most people don't think to rebuke me.

[At least he doesn't sound disapproving.]

[splice_of_life]

[Mohinder's mouth makes a half hearted attempt at a smile.]

I'm not sure what you could do to me that hasn't already been done. Well, I imagine you could threaten me with pain, but from what I understand, that is not really in your usual interest.

Even if you're not the scholar I remember working with on those artefacts, the Captain still looked out for us. You might not have needed him to, but he did just the same. If you want to throw a party over his death, no one is going to stop you, no one likely can stop you, but you could at least keep it a bit discreet.

[laevsilaufeyson]

It's hardly a party without some like-minded individuals to join in the fun, is it?

[splice_of_life]

You...are aware of where we are?

Whoever killed Jack has killed quite a lot of people here. Sylar, Harry Summers...

[He almost said: "me" but he knows how he died. He knows and... Oh God. Maybe she killed the others too? He suddenly goes quite pale.]

[laevsilaufeyson]

Well aware, and I'm not entirely certain it's safe to assume them connected. As you say: we are where we are. There are many dangers.

[splice_of_life]

Yes.

[Was that in English? He's really not sure any more. His voice is soft.]

But there's very little any more that's safe.

[laevsilaufeyson]

Nothing ever was. This place just happens to be more obvious about it.

[splice_of_life]

[Truer words likely had never been spoken. Mohinder's not felt safe in a very long time. Still, he misses being Sylar-unsafe as compared to vampires and zombies unsafe.]

I will give you that one, it's nothing I hadn't known no matter how I might wish it to be otherwise.

May I ask why you dislike Jack enough to be cruel to him on the network?

[laevsilaufeyson]

You may ask, but as you've requested that I refrain from saying awful things about him over the network, perhaps it would be best if we discussed the matter in private, should you truly wish to know.

[And no, he doesn't expect to be taken up on the offer.]