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action, post exorcism!

[thecoolerloki]

[Loki stirs in his sleep almost constantly, though it's hard to say whether he's dealing with bad dreams or still sorting through his returned memories. He'd also been performing much more magic than usual, and though his body had taken an older form, his actual ability hadn't changed at all. Which meant he had no way of keeping up with himself, very quickly tiring out.

Eventually he turns and opens his eyes ever so slightly, still half asleep. He squints at the older Loki, confused.]

Ikol...?

[dothelokimotion]

[ bad dreams does seem to be a constant. loki doesn't sleep very often, only when he needs to. he's not sure why he stayed. the child has plenty of decent companions. they all banded together quickly after all. loki would hardly count himself as one.

and yet. ]

I'm afraid not.

[thecoolerloki]

[He yawns, sitting up and looking around his room. It's filled with things like DND sourcebooks and everything else needed to play, as well as action figures and plushies. There's also books on coding, video game consoles, and school stuff.]

I forgot where I was. The mattress ought to have been the first clue, though.

[In Asgard, he slept on a mat of hay.]

... Have you been here long?

[dothelokimotion]

[ he waves it off with his hand. ]

Not too long.

[ enough time to let the memories simmer at the back of his mind. memory magic was always a double edged sword. it could give him a unique step-up from his enemies, but he carries them with him as well.

a brief pause: ]

How do you feel?

[thecoolerloki]

How do you think?

[Maybe that's not the proper response to someone saving you from yourself and your mind unraveling, but. It's more out of grogginess than annoyance.]

Ego death is exhausting.

[dothelokimotion]

[ with a wry twist to his lips. ]

Among other things, I imagine.

[thecoolerloki]

Aye. Regular death is also exhausting. I suppose I should be glad it's over with.

[he slumps back into his pillow, gazing up at the ceiling.]

It was different than I imagined. Not that I ever imagined anything... real. Only fleeting thoughts and night terrors.

[dothelokimotion]

[ he hums softly, his interest somewhat piqued. ]

What did you imagine it to be?

[thecoolerloki]

I imagined that Ikol would kill me. Literally stab me in the back. I thought it would be painful, physically. I was afraid of that, I suppose.

[Technically speaking, this body of his has never been hurt. Thor's always protected him. He remembers Odin and Laufey's form of discipline still, but Thor had stopped the former once he was reborn, and the latter was dead and would never touch him again.]

[dothelokimotion]

I suppose that's not unrealistic.

[ it's what they specialize in, after all. ]

I was stabbed through the chest once. It was certainly a painful experience at the time. I had almost forgotten it.

[thecoolerloki]

[His eyes remain focused on the ceiling.]

Are you mad at me? Loki is mad at me.

[dothelokimotion]

He has reason to be.

[ and loki might have felt the same way, if it was his stuff being passed around. stories spinning out, in the hands of people who would feel differently. it's a claustrophobic feeling. ]

But no, I am not angry with you.

[thecoolerloki]

What, then?

[Or rather, why are you here?]

[dothelokimotion]

[ he clears his throat, a bit pointedly, his gaze skittering. ]

I was concerned. And . . . I felt a bit responsible for what I told. About narratives.

[thecoolerloki]

I would've done it regardless, for what it's worth. I'd been plotting to kill him since the first day I arrived here.

[dothelokimotion]

And now?

[thecoolerloki]

Now, I am tired.

[dothelokimotion]

[ his lips twitch slightly. ]

Don't take over my spot as the depressed Loki though.

[thecoolerloki]

I won't. I have too many plans to remain depressed for long. After all, the story has not ended. It shall be continued, as I wish.

[dothelokimotion]

[ he wonders if they'll involve less murder but eh. a little murder can go a long way, sometimes. ]

That is how it should be.

[thecoolerloki]

The other one I wrote was awful anyways. Although I'd argue that had more to do with my editor than me.

[Not really. The demon might have guided him, but all the ideas were his own.]

[dothelokimotion]

Hmm. I'm not sure it's an argument you'd win.

[ he rises to his feet. things are not badly off and any more time spent may have them into . . . sentimental territory. which he's not up to.

still. he pauses. tries again. ]

I'm glad you live. In your own form, in your own fashion.

[thecoolerloki]

I am dead, Loki.

[Yet he wears an odd smile all the same.]

"To die will be an awfully big adventure." I will make sure of it.

[dothelokimotion]

Adventure, is it?

[ he huffs lightly. ]

Perhaps that is true.

[thecoolerloki]

A Scottish author wrote that into the head of a boy who could never grow up. I spent some time with those born from British folklore, manipulated wars between tradition and innovation.

Stories within stories. You and I are the same.