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[ikols]

[ Two very green eyes (wide, without their usual cunning gleam) stare into the camera when the recording goes live, glancing up to the username that appears. Reading it, he mutters 'Loki of Asgard' and frowns, glancing around himself as though somebody else may spring up and claim the phone. When they don't, Loki runs an anxious hand through his hair and lets out a controlled sigh at length, standing awkwardly in his tee and jeans in the Floor Five lounge. ]

This phone I woke up with in my pocket is locked and it won't let me do more than make an emergency call. I know I'm on a moon for some reason, what the fuck, so if this is the local nine-one-one line I'd like some assistance, please.

[ 'Calm under strain' would be an apt description. ]

Such as, ah ... What's Asgard? And, how did I just freeze my bed solid? Because I totally did. [ In a panic when he woke up bewildered, oops. ] I — I'm not sure what to do.





( ooc: forward-dating this to tomorrow bc i work full-time and won't be around; loki is suffering a near-complete memory loss for the event. he doesn't remember who he is, his fam & friends, that he is magic as heck, how to use said magic, or his extensive horrid history. all he knows is that he agreed to come to a moon and once had an apartment in manhattan. )

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[dothelokimotion]

[ A pause as Loki struggles to find the best response. ]

I am Loki. A different one.

[ikols]

You have the same name as I do? [ Pausing. ] I can't really see that as a reason to let you in.

[dothelokimotion]

No? Even though I am more likely to have the answers you seek than the rest of the populace?

[ Which he is a little annoyed about. The Frost Giant thing is a secret. ]

[ikols]

[ Secret schmecret, his bed is melting in the other room. ]

You're not inspiring much faith, sending a weirdly threatening message then demanding entry.

[ But curiosity overruns caution, as ever, and he unlatches the door to peek through the opening slit. It widens as he takes in the sight of the stranger. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki crosses his arms with a huff. He took one look at the network and wasn't at his best. Granted, this has not been his finest month so far and Loki would much prefer to hole himself up at work. ]

It was not a threat. There are things I do not wish people to know about us. May I come in or do I stand here all day?

[ikols]

... You look as shit as I feel.

[ He opens the door wider in invitation, still frowning but with more curiosity than wariness. ]

[dothelokimotion]

It has been a trying few weeks.

[ If Loki knew what self-care was, he'd be swimming in it by now. ]

Let us take a seat. While there are similarities, our stories do not align perfectly. Neither do our lives.

[ikols]

I have no idea what you're on about, but whatever.

[ Rubbing his hands over his face, he retreats into the lounge where he sits and slumps forward over his knees. ]

I'm not you, I'm me.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki . . . did not like this. This is a stranger, not the person he's come to know so well. It feels like a loss he is not equipped to handle right now, not when the axis of his life has tilted so abruptly once more. He runs a hand in his hair. It seems he must try at least.

( and hope his decision can lead to a decent outcome for once ) ]

Yes. You are yourself in all things. Do you feel otherwise?

[ikols]

[ A strange question but it strikes a chord. He doesn't know who he is supposed to be in name or deeds, no, but he's sure he is very himself, too. ]

... No.

[ It's a quieter reply where he sits, peeking sidelong at the other man. Long-fingered hands rub together in an unconsciously agitated gesture. Something about the stranger keeps Loki's temper down, more inclined to listen. ]

I don't know what's going on. [ He swallows a lump in his throat, nodding to the hallway that leads to the communal bedroom. ] The bed changed into ice when I woke up. I didn't do anything to it, I swear.

[dothelokimotion]

[ It is a familiar gesture to Loki. It does not bring him comfort. With a long exhale, Loki tries his best to tackle a subject that is still a sore spot for him. ]

We are from Jotunheim. Land of the Frost Giants. Half of our nature comes from the cold. You merely lost control of your powers. It is not cause for concern.

[ikols]

That sounds ludicrous. I'm from New York, I had a home in Manhattan. I don't remember encountering any wildly magical ice-giants while on the subway, nor any place called Jotunheim.

[dothelokimotion]

Not being able to remember does not remove the fact that you froze your bed.

[ Loki folds his hands on his lap to prevent his nervous tic from acting up. ]

I can prove it. With your permission.

[ Even if he hates doing so. ]

[ikols]

[ Denial ought to be the name of a river, nothing more. Uneasy, he gives a reluctant nod. ]

Not for long. I don't like being cold.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki untangles his hand and drops the guise. Only a little. Loki still isn't comfortable with showing his whole face. It turns a pale unearthly blue. Loki turns his palm upward for his other self to take. The air around it feels heavy. ]

It will not hurt you. Take it and see.

[ikols]

[ Leaning away instinctively as the new hue stains the man's skin, Loki holds up a hand between them but to keep him away at first. It's only after he pants and swallows that Loki hesitantly extends his hand to take the offered one. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki watches the colour spread from his hand to his other self's. It is difficult to control the shiver of revulsion, the natural urge to pull away and pretend it never happened, it's not him, he's not a monster — but such denials have passed him by. So he does not stare as the colour bleeds into them both. ]

[ikols]

[ A startled yelp precedes the way he tugs his hand away, rubbing at the stain of blue in alarm where it lingers around his wrist. ]

Stop it!

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki rears back with a flinch, unable to mask the pain that flashes in his eyes. He brings his hand back, closing his fingers around the wrist as if to hide it. ]

It is not — it is not my doing. My nature reveals your own.

[ikols]

My nature is my own, I'll decide who and what I am!

[ Still shaken, he rubs his hand until it fades back to pink. It's not that he misses the difficulty the other man is undergoing in a bid to help, only that Loki finds it hard to care about anyone else when it seems like everything he learns about himself is equally awful.

Lowering his voice, he huffs. ]

I'm getting tired of being told things I don't like. Perhaps I shouldn't have bothered asking.

[dothelokimotion]

[ What am I supposed to do? Loki wants to scream. It's not as though Loki wanted to show. He is bone-tired of trying to do what is right, what might serve others best and all he seems to be doing is wringing himself dry. What is the point of any of this? He hated this position, the same position as Odin. To impart terrible truths. This was not his design.

Instead he merely breathes out quietly. ]

As you wish. Shall I take my leave?

[ikols]

Yes, please. I can't ... I need to process everything, it's too much.

[ On overload, he rubs his face. ]

Thank you for trying.

[dothelokimotion]

[ The self-loathing hits heavy in his chest. This is the last thing he ever wanted to be thanked for. Revisiting a pain Loki is all too familiar with upon his other self. Instead he nods sharply as he rises, smoothing over the folds in his clothes and departing. ]