[ voice | daemon: sabellad ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ The voice that comes out is low and rich, disguised as a gentleman. ]

So we are all here to "save the world". I don't suppose anyone has any idea on how to do that? Or better yet, how far along we are in terms of saving it? 30%? Though I imagine I am being generous with that number.

Alternatively, what do you do all day, bereft of a home?

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[servomotor]

[ALL THE DIFFERENCE LOKI. WE SAW YOUR LITTLE TOE SMUDGES ON THE WALLS WHEN FRIGGA PASSED. We know she taught you your magic.

Okay fine Tony doesn't know but whatever.]

IT'S FOR EMPHASIS. I'M VERY DISGRUNTLED ABOUT THE THEMATIC CONTRADICTION ABOUT INVITING THIS GUY WHO ALMOST ENDED MY WORLD TO THE END OF THE WORLD SURVIVOR PARTY. DO I NOT SOUND DISGRUNTLED. MY GUESS IS I DON'T PULL OFF DELUSIONAL LEVELS OF CONVICTION QUITE LIKE AN ASGARDIAN.

HOW ABOUT YOUR MAGIC, DO YOU HAVE YOUR MAGIC?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Leave his mom out of this. ]

I barely ended your world, much less leave a dent. You're so dramatic, Stark. Haven't you been selling weapons to such ends for the last decade or so? I'm sure you have your own well-crafted delusions about all the help you truly accomplish.

In fact, you should be pleased I tried. I am the one success to your name, the one thing that cannot be traced back to you and your actions.

As for my magic, why not meet with me and find out?

[servomotor]

Actually there was one time a man with unbearably gauche 90s dragon tattoos home-brewed a terrorist threat, and this boys' club with an octopus mascot--

You had other things to worry about. I understand.

[DEFENSIVE A LITTLE? MAYBE.]

SURE THING. TODAY? TOP OF THE MALL?

[dothelokimotion]

And yet, I have the utmost confidence that you had a hand in their creation.

Why not? Bring your tin can.