That’s a comforting thought, Midgardian. Thank you.
I assure you it won’t be that way though. I’m far too deep in this mess already. And if I rule beside Thor, I’m sure we would have many quarrels far too often to have an excellent reign together.
Midgard is a start and I’m going to stick with that plan.
…What are you trying to infer, gray faced Midgardian?
Ah, it’s no bother, soldier. I’m humbled to give advice.
If the person you adore is not taken, go for it. You never know what may happen, but it’s definitely worth a shot.
I’ve been a god all my life, so I do not find it any difficult. Or I may have gotten used to it.
As for any mortal, it’s not just any walk in the park.
I have, Midgardian.
A horse sounds obscene.
His eyes glass over and he winces. A sound is muffled, but if his mask were off it would sound something along the lines of, “Ouch, stop it.”
Perhaps you are correct, Midgardian, but what is there left for me in Asgard? Shame? Humility? Guilt? No one would treat me kindly there ever again.
Excellent mindset, Midgardian, but no one could ever chose the wrong words here whether they upset me or not. I’m all ears.
Loki catches eyes with the anon. His face angry. He gives a small shake of the head indicating “no.”
((OOC: They are. <3))
Loki looks up still unable to voice himself. He rolls his eyes and and his body language supposes he laughed.