Featuring costume design by Alexandra Byrne (Thor, The Avengers), Wendy Partridge (Thor: The Dark World), Mayes C. Rubeo (Thor: Ragnarok), Judianna Makovsky (Avengers: Endgame), and Christine Wada (Loki).
Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed. Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding.
“Well. I like your conversation, Cheryl.” Hands behind his back because much gentleman, Loki takes a big ole step forward, too close to pretend he’s particularly concerned with her comfort. To say nothing of the eye contact and smirky face.
“And do I require an introduction?” He said it so softly. It was only a matter of time before he’d start dropping hints about his Patreon. “I wouldn’t wager, only the passage of time on this planet is relentless.”
She listened to him skeptically, tilting her head and taking in all the information. She wanted to believe him, but he was still a trickster god and not to be trusted. However, the smile and the nose-boop made her blush and chuckle despite her misgivings. “I suppose so,” she murmured shyly.
“Good girl. Now, when I’m getting to know a person, I like to ask them special questions. Because I believe we’re all special in our own way. So what makes you special, Cheryl? What is it that you can do… that no one else can?”
“Well. I like your conversation, Cheryl.” Hands behind his back because much gentleman, Loki takes a big ole step forward, too close to pretend he’s particularly concerned with her comfort. To say nothing of the eye contact and smirky face.
“And do I require an introduction?” He said it so softly. It was only a matter of time before he’d start dropping hints about his Patreon. “I wouldn’t wager, only the passage of time on this planet is relentless.”
She blushed but didn’t step back. “You’re–You’re Loki?” she murmured, eyes locked on his. “You’re a Norse god. And a few years ago you blew up midtown.”
Loki was happy to hear someone on this clump of a planet still recognized him as a god. Being recognized for the other stuff wasn’t as fun.
He nodded, rolling his eyes at himself. “True, true. And I accept my share in the blame for that, total misunderstanding on my part. But it shouldn’t happen again. I’ve been honing my communication strategy and I’m veryconfident, there really oughtn’t be many more explosions. I actually love mortals.”
He gave her a sweet little smile and booped her nose, “So don’t you worry. I’m here to help you. All of you. For as long as you’ll have me. You do believe me, don’t you, Cheryl?”
