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[ikols]

[ The recording shows Loki in a tall-backed chair, a faint green glow off-screen drawing his gaze now and then in the shadowy surroundings. Chinning a hand, he appears uncharacteristically sober, the way only a handful of people have witnessed, and his lips have lost their usual mischievous quirk.

Sighing as though this is a chore, he begins. His voice remains carefully level. ]

Tony Stark of Earth-616 has returned through the portal. I had his movements tracked via rune-magic in case he fell into a different dimension or was kidnapped into Hel-knows-where, that sort of thing tends to happen back home more often than not. But it seems, from what I can confirm from tracing his last steps, that they led him ... away from us.

[ His gaze falls to the mysterious glow, watching it from under hooded lashes instead of paying viewers any mind. ]

If anyone wants to claim his workshop in the perimeter guard headquarters, it's full of his last projects. Unfinished. I suggest our other-verse Starks take precedence over commandeering his mess to make use of it or throw it away.

[ Turning the phone around, the illumination reveals itself to be a ghostly green Tony going about his work on the other side of the desk, a conjured echo as the reality-bending god looks on with everyone else. Why Loki summoned it is unexplained, but he raises two fingers to brush aside the phantom with a gesture and it dissolves in an unearthly silent breeze. The workshop's lights remain off; Loki doesn't need them to see and he would rather hide his face. ]

I doubt he would mind, either way.

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[ragnarsson]

No, nothing he had told me about. He tended to give things to me more as surprises than anything else.

[There's a moment where Ivar pauses, fiddling around with his phone. After six months here, he's picked up some bits and pieces of how to wrangle it. When he's done, it's set to private.]

You know, for the god of lies, you're shit at pretending you're alright. I'm coming over.

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[ikols]

You needn't, I'm busy. We'll talk later, Ivar.

[ He would much rather not be weak like this around someone who literally worships him. ]

[ragnarsson]

Sure. Just sit there and mope like an otter that's lost a fish. That's more productive.

[Ignoring the words themselves, Ivar's tone isn't nearly as biting as being it could be. He's already done the heartbroken routine himself. He knows how it goes.]