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[dothelokimotion]

What kind of stories did you grow up with?

What kind of myths and fairy tales were you told?

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[shoplifter]

I know Pinocchio. He was a puppet who wanted to be a real boy.

[dothelokimotion]

I am not familiar with the tale. How does a puppet become real?

[shoplifter]

Someone makes it real, just like anything else. The Blue Fairy promised to let him become a real child if he proved he was honest, brave, and not selfish.

[dothelokimotion]

[ A sour feeling curdles his stomach. ]

How very convenient. I imagine it took him a few days to manage such a feat.

[ Like Thor. ]

[shoplifter]

Yes. He made some mistakes, but he protected his father and friend from the angry whale they were trapped in. He almost died because of it.

[Totally Thor.]

[dothelokimotion]

I suppose one life or death situation is enough to overturn a lifetime of terribleness.

[ The most bitter. ]

[shoplifter]

He was not that terrible.






You are





[One second, she's asking Linda something.]




projecting.

[dothelokimotion]

[ What. Loki barely resists the urge to snarl at the screen. ]

Yes, because I have so much in common with a piece of wood.

[shoplifter]

Pieces of wood.

He was multiple pieces of wood.



Painted, too.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki huffs, despite himself, some of the anger tapering off. ]

I do happen to know what a puppet is.

[shoplifter]

That's good.

You've been around longer than me. I was worried.

[The fun of talking to Laura is not being sure when she's just being a little shit, or if she's being genuine. Have fun reading this one.]

I don't know many other stories. I read comics, but they were real.

[dothelokimotion]

What is a comic? I assume our idea of what it is do not align.

[shoplifter]

They're books full of panels of pictures.

The pictures line up to show a story.

[... She sends a picture of one.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Dear lord, it's yellow and green ]

Why are they wearing yellow spandex.

I know fashion dies once you become a superhero, but this seems extreme.

[shoplifter]

They are called superhero costumes.

Dark colors are boring.

[dothelokimotion]

Dark colours are better than painting a target on your back. And front.

[shoplifter]

What if you are out in bright lighting?

You would be very obvious.

[dothelokimotion]

And yet, it would not mean much.

[shoplifter]

You like dark colors, don't you.

[dothelokimotion]

I'm merely saying that yellow and green unless done right, is a travesty.

[shoplifter]

You really like clothes.

I like pictures on mine.

[dothelokimotion]

[ He blinks. He forgets that Laura is young, a child. Loki rarely restrains himself. He does not see the need to, now that he is unfettered unless it would come back to him as a consequence. Quietly, he considers this. ]

That is your prerogative.

What kind of clothes?

[shoplifter]

All kinds of colors, all kinds of pictures. I like rainbows and animals, and stars.

I did not know clothes could be like that. I wore the same outfit for a long time.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Hmm. He can guess as to why. ]

I was a prince. Dressing in accordance with my station was customary.

[shoplifter]

What is a prince? Do they have important jobs in their 'stations'?