First Ax [@the.boneless, video]

[ragnarsson]

[It's clear whoever is using this device is unused to it. The picture shifts around for a few minutes, and Ivar's face furrowed in concentration is seen several times before he finally realizes that it's on. He's sixteen, has blue eyes, and oddly enough, blue sclera as well. There's also an ax tucked at his side. He points the phone he's using outward, showing that he's in the kitchen, seated on a chair. His voice, when he speaks, has a vaguely European accent.] I have figured out what these do.

[He shows in turn the fridge, the sink, and the stove. The last one had caused a few burnt fingers, but hey, he'll survive.] But I still have no idea what this does. [He turns the device to the microwave. He's been playing around with the buttons, and while he's been able to turn it on, he hasn't yet realized food is supposed to go inside of it.] Anyone care to enlighten me?

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[ikols]

A good one, promise. Give me your favourite weapon, Ivar?

[ Holding out his hand, eyes glinting with mischief. ]

[ragnarsson]

[Well, if he says it'll be a good one, he supposes he has to believe the Liesmith. Ivar pulls out the throwing ax strapped to his side. He prefers it to his other weapons for its range and brutality needed to wield it.]

This one.

[ikols]

[ Taking the axe, it glows in his hand and levitates a few inches. As Loki's spell binds around the weapon from the tips of his fingers, he peers through the magic at Ivar and explains. ]

Gods are difficult to summon, they don't like to be told when and where to appear. But this is a Mirroring Spell, like a reflection in a summer pool, so it's nothing demanding ... [ The axe hits the table, glimmering green before the lightshow dies down around Asgardian runes burned into the blade, some readable to Ivar and others not. ] Whenever you throw this into something and say my name immediately after, I'll be able to see what's going on around you and where you are. [ And ostensibly come to Ivar's aid.

He gestures for him to take the now enchanted axe. ]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar takes the ax with a reverent air, studying the runes that now surround it. He can understand some of them, having learned them in his childhood from Floki. He's reading the ones that clearly are the symbols for Loki's name surrounding the blade and looks back up at the god. He's been granted a great gift and plans not to squander it.]

Thank you. I'll use it with care.

[ikols]

Just don't embed it in someone's backside and then start talking about me, okay?

[ IMAGINE. ]

[ragnarsson]

Wouldn't dream of it.

[Well, he hadn't before, but now that Loki had given him the idea...]