[ video | un: trickster ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ The feed opens up to Loki, dressed in a white shirt and black tie and slacks. He seems to be in a facility somewhere in Riverview, one that might not be familiar to most. He taps a pencil on a clipboard, his bid to look professional. Even his hair is combed back, a few strands tied together with a silver clasp. ]

Greetings. I work at the Gramarye Research Facility for Magic and I was hoping to get some examples of magic taken place in Riverview. Any will do, even ones where your own magic has clashed with the rules of this reality. If you could make it short and precise, I would be most . . . grateful.

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[ikols]

My requests are reasonable, considering you stood mere feet from where I sleep. And I'm no Asgardian.

[ An assumption that he tosses back with an arched brow because technically, ah, he supposes he isn't if he's in exile. Look at his old-younger self, basking in his own cleverness! Utter lamb. ]

[dothelokimotion]

Aren't you?

[ The meaning is quite clear. ]

I'm a little baffled why you might think I would do you harm, but I suppose this must come from experience. I wonder how many Lokis have you killed in turn. Perhaps I should be the one worried about my sleep. I haven't tried to kill myself, after all.

[ Well. He has but not in the context this self means. ]

[ikols]

[ His leg against Tony's foot twitches, thankfully out of shot, and he keeps his expression steady with the strength of lies alone. (This is fine. He's going to have to get that on a jacket.) ]

You should know by now, Loki, that your greatest enemy is yourself.

[ In every context possible. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ A non-answer, a truth that is ingrained in their very being. A wasted response. It seems his words hit the mark. That was enough of a victory to satisfy Loki. Now he's willing to withdraw comfortably. ]

Since you are more Loki than I, I will take your word for it.

[ With that, he closes the feed. It's important to have the last word in the right conversations. ]

[ikols]

[ Pity. It doesn't feel like anyone won, not to him. ]