video » un: LOKIOFASGARD

[ikols]

[ The video cuts to the godling racing up a wall of vertical stained-glass laced with vines, picking her way carefully; the green sparkles on her boots only seem to work when she touches the window. It's old, part of a ruined temple, and creaks a little here and there. Loki, however, seems to know what she's doing. Panting hard, she grins widely when she reaches the top of the ancient dome, windswept in her triumph. All around her is an incredible view of the seemingly endless jungle canopy. ]

South-west of the waterfalls there was a Taco Cat religion here some time ago. At least, that's how I'm interpreting the leftover hieroglyphs. Taco-eating-a-Cat? Could be a grim clam. I'm on my way back to some murals I think folk might be interested to see, but first —

[ Freezing as an angry roar rises in the distance, Loki continues. Out of her pocket she takes a stone artefact the size of a large Rubix's cube, carved with odd designs, showing it off for the camera in her gloved hand before tilting the view away as she taps it in a certain pattern to open it up; inside is what looks like liquid opal that emits a blue pulsing glow. ]

Wait for it ...

[ The ancient music-box tinkles out a matching version of Christina Aguilera's DIRRRTY as Loki hums, laughing delightedly when it does. ]

Isn't she lovely? I'm naming her Dolly after Parton. Lots of animal etchings, especially this Taco-Cat. I think it was also a god of — [ Shiiiiiiit! Not a God of Shit, no.

The dome shatters when a second roar blasts up through the temple's dome and Loki drops through the ceiling, grasping wildly at vines. Her phone and the cube crash through the canopy as they slip into the jungle, leaves and branches lashing at them until they all hit the dirt with a whumph that would indicate a mortal's immediate demise. But Loki is fine (dirty, not dead!) as she curses Skrymir's frosty balls and hisses Norns damn this soggy moss, finally snatching up her bright Starkphone to seek out the cube and stuff it in her coat. ]

Ah, anyway ... [ The growling rises for a third time, now in ground-level proximity. Loki scrabbles to her feet, horns skewered and clothes muddied. ] Never mind, archaeology later!

[ Which is when she makes a hasty exit and ends the feed. ]

Comments

[wingedman]

How about Ceiling Cat and Basement Cat?

[ Sam idly wonders for a moment what Wakandans would think of this belief system. But then Loki's falling, and while it's apparent that she's at least mostly unhurt, Sam's still concerned for her safety out there.

(Can gods even die? He doesn't know, but he's not sure he wants to find out, either.) ]

I'll be there in- well, shortly. [ Can't exactly give an estimate when you don't know where someone is, but he's already moving to get into his gear. ]

[ikols]

[ Ceiling Cat and Basement Cat sound like gods she could respect, Meme Gods if you will, but nothing of the sort happens just now. That sort of hipster worship will have to wait.

Connecting a call mid-run, Loki screws up her nose and huffs. ]

I have this under control!

[wingedman]

Uh-huh. What sort of control might that be?

[ It's still on the video setting, but the phone is clearly on Sam's bed, and he's busy pulling on his gear somewhere nearby. ]

It's not the kind where you end up as lunch, is it?

[ikols]

[ Falcon, more like the Stubborn Gnat. ]

More than you'll have if you swoop in and make it angrier!

[wingedman]

I'm not gonna take potshots at it, that's just goddamn dumb.

[As for the stubborn part...he'd like to say he picked that up from being around Steve too long, but that would be a lie.]

[ikols]

Stephen is taking care of it on another line, stand down!

[ Maybe military speech will slow Sam's roll!!! ]