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[Sam's in what looks somewhat like a more high-tech tattoo parlor - one of the body modification studios - and he looks more worried than panicked as he glances at the phone, his attention clearly at something (or someone) on the floor. In the background there's definite arguing going on:]

Sir please, you shouldn’t be [Only the first speaker was visible, a young woman with a variety of piercings and tattoos, likely the attendant given the scrubs she was wearing, visibly alarmed as she was trying to convince the person on the floor to stay there.]

I’ll be fine, christ you nag worse than my mother ever did- [Obviously this wasn’t working as well as she hoped, face paling slightly as there was an uncomfortable-sounding crunch and breathless cursing that followed the irritated reply.]

Hey, so if any of you teleporters are paying attention, I could use a little help here. And heads up to the hospital, you're gonna have a pain in the ass coming in real soon. [Sam glances away from the camera for a moment and pinches the bridge of his nose as he adds an aside] Stephen, you need to go to the fucking hospital, legs don't bend like that.

I’m not going to the fucking hospital, I can fix this myself-

[Narrator: But he couldn't.]

Please, someone get here and shut him up. Doesn't look like anything life-threatening, but he's got broken legs and god knows what else. And he's in the shittiest mood I've ever seen him in, and that's saying a lot.

[ooc: red is Sam, blue is Stephen, replies will probably come from either one (or both), but don't expect Stephen to be very nice.

Also Stephen's replies will come via yelling at Sam's phone. ~~Because Sam is a jerk and won’t let him snatch it~~]

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She wields Mjolnir, my brother is Unworthy and has been for some time. He requested that we call him Odinson, ostensibly to save on confusion.

[ That isn't what holds his attention, however. ]

Even I tend to go all-out when dealing with Mephisto, it's unwise to take any chances with that particular devil. What else ails Stephen, besides his legs?

Next time I see that demonic asshole I'm cramming every last one of his tattle-tale fucking cards down his throat and lighting them all on fire.

[Pain medication has not made Stephen any cheerier, clearly.]

Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty!

[ Peering around Sam on the videofeed at the grouchy fella behind him, Loki arches a brow. ]

I request a private audience with the Sorcerer Supreme when I arrive at his stylish hospital.

[ If Stephen can't be honest around other people then Loki intends to get him on his own. There are, perhaps, things they can discuss together that will seem harsh and unfair to others, but their wavelength has always been much the same. And if Stephen doesn't want to talk, he can brush aside the lie of granting audiences and ask Loki what the fuck he's playing at. It's only implied as A Thing to clear the room of others with ease. ]

[Give Stephen a moment because he's torn. On one hand he tends to get along with Loki.

On the other hand another incarnation of him (he thinks?) killed his dog. On accident to be sure, and he did try to make it right, but the sorcerer was still a bit sore over that whole... thing.]

Yeah sure, why the hell not?

Cool.

[ So there is something more to this!! Exciting. Er, interesting. As he passes a grocers, he flashes a grin. ]

Do you want some customary sick-person grapes? Beer?

[When is there not something more?]

If you can smuggle me in a Mai Tai you'll get a gold star.

[Or booted out by Sam. If he gets caught that is.

Stephen's only mostly joking with that request, to be honest.]

[ If Stephen thinks Loki won't arrive with a Mai Tai now, he's in for a surprise. This is the guy who used to smuggle in whole boars for Thor to eat while the meathead was on bedrest.

With a salute he signs off the call, and twenty minutes later knocks on the door of Strange's allotted room. No drinks in sight until Sam leaves, at least. ]

You look truly awful.

[ But he offers Stephen a high-five all the same. You ain't dead yet! ]

[Stephen keeps gold star stickers back home mostly to be an asshole when he really wants to drive a point home but he'll absolutely plant one on Loki later if he comes through.]

And to think, I look better than I did.

[He'll accept the high-five though because hell yeah not dead!

Yet, anyways. Always the kicker, that.]

Breaking legs and leaving people otherwise untouched isn't exactly Mephisto's style. Last time he took someone's legs he severed their hips with it and connected them to his own personal bloody inkwell, live and kicking for eternity. You appear to have gotten off light, good doctor. Good for you.

[ Is this the time to hint that Sam ought to step outside? Loki glances between them. ]

It'd be better if I actually had gotten off light instead of Mephisto deciding to play with his food.

[He'd love to be able to claim he'd escaped in some great daring trick or clever bit of spellwork, but the fact of the matter was he was trapped. Well and properly fucked if he couldn't figure a way out of his unfortunate predicament.]

[ With the door closing on Sam's heels (Loki passes him a bag of grapes to chow down on in the meantime, he's thoughtful like that) the godling perches on the edge of Stephen's bed and leans back on a hand. ]

What exactly did you do to prod him with such a hot poker as this, Stephen?

[ Nodding to those broken shins. ]

He's turned Vegas into his own personal Hell on Earth and I tried to kick him and his ilk out.

[Saying nothing about his trying to help causing this problem to come about though, he's too sober for that shit.]

Well, that was silly. Noble, but.

[ Trailing off, Loki sighs. Squints at Stephen. ]

Why did he have a fixation on Las Vegas? That's one of Hela's favourite hotspots, he usually avoids her turf.

Well it was destroyed. In between said destruction and my returning it to proper form it had been in Hell and he'd been making some... alterations. Apparently those changes came back with it.

[Try to help and this is what happens. A great capper to a really fucked year.]

Ah. So you resurrected an entire dead city?

[ Chewing a lip. ]

Adding casual necromancy to your list of daily tasks, were we? In between shaving and dying your hair?

[ It's a bad dye job, okay. ]

Whatever faults they might have, an entire city's worth of people didn't deserve to be wiped off the goddamn map.

[And give him a moment to squint at Loki, trying to decide if he should be annoyed or just write it off as Loki being Loki.

And he knows it's a kinda bad dye job, he did it his damn self.

In the end the anger's a bit harder to hold onto at the moment so he just huffs a sigh.]

Just wanted to help.

[Clearly that went so very well right?]

If they died, Stephen, then you ought not to have meddled in Mephisto's business by taking away what was sent straight to him, rightfully or not. Never mind that now, though. Your good intentions have been noted.

[ He waves off the could-be scolding as a nurse enters to refill the IV. Loki keeps his attention on the sorcerer. ]

What did he do with you? Overall.

What can I say, I'm really good at meddling.

[He's made a damn career out of it after all.]

So far he's just had the shit beaten out of me. I'm sure he's got some big dramatic horrific plans for when he actually goes for my soul, he's hinted as much in an extremely vague and menacing manner.

You're sure he didn't mess with your mind? Don't know why I'm asking, if he had then you wouldn't know or could be lying.

[ IV refilled and nurse exiting, Loki reaches out to place his hand on the back of Stephen's wrist. ]

I've tricked Mephisto out of conquering souls before, rest assured I won't let him have yours. Not while you're on this moon, anyway.

As sure as I can be.

[Which as they both know, isn't as sure as he'd like to be in that situation. Mephisto was a tricky bastard after all.

The reassurance earned a faint wry sort of grin, brows lifting.]

How am I supposed to misplace my irritation at future Loki on you when you're being so nice about things? You're spoiling all my tantrum material.

[He was well aware that he was just as much at fault as future Loki, and that anything he does aim at this Loki was absolutely irrational and so completely counted as a temper tantrum.]

Oh, no, what did he do? Ah, wait -!

[ Reaching into his coat (with a furtive look at the door behind which Sam lurks) he retrieves Stephen's Mai Tai and an uncapped beer for himself. There, much better. ]

Okay, go on. As long as future-me hasn't turned evil again.

[Clearly it's happy hour, Stephen will take that, thank you Loki. Pausing to take a drink before explaining anything.]

Not evil, no. He was trying to help, but between his tactics and my stubborn pride, things spiraled far more out of control than they would have if we'd actually communicated like adults.

[But who does a stupid thing like that? Sounds fake!]

Ah, sorry.

[ He looks it, too. Head down, a bit miserable to hear he isn't doing any better than he himself. ]

I had high hopes for that one.

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Like I said, it wasn't all his fault. And he wouldn't be the first of us to make some poor choices in trying to do good, I'd be a hypocrite to claim otherwise.

[Given he was currently dealing with the fallout of his own poor choices and all. Don't look so sad Loki!]

He did manage to keep Sentry from punching my face in though, which was definitely appreciated.

You pissed off Sentry as well as Mephisto? Your week has been colourful, Stephen.

[ Loki is glad to have him back. ]

At any rate, I daresay you're safe here. With us.

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