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[ikols]

[ A crown! A paper one, set down in front of the camera as Loki starts another. ]

Evening, Quarantine! Tonight in this broadcast is hereby declared Treats-For-Truths and origami gifts are now ready for sale! The price: tell me one of your secrets and I'll send a paper-something directly to you via magic. Please don't get too adventurous in your suggestions, I only have but ten fingers.

[ Other examples sit around the crown, such as a dinosaur, car, and (you're welcome, Thor) teeny tiny hammer. ]

Anyone who owns or is entitled to a crown will get one for free, in a colour of their choosing. Doodled details upon request.

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video; @angela

[hevenly]

Do not send me a crown.

[ She doesn't want the one she has. ]

[ikols]

I have some fancy golden craft-paper, though ...

[hevenly]

Give it to Thor.

[ He is more deserving of a crown than she is. ]

Besides, the crown of Hel ought'nt be gold.

[ikols]

That's got to be the fiddliest crown of all, you can't be serious.

[hevenly]

How precise are your fingers?

[ikols]

[ Damn it, sis. ]

Alright, alright ... [ Give him a few minutes to mess around with the black paper and figure out how to make Hela's ridiculous headdress in miniature. ] You'd better wear this when I'm done. Are you thinking of a secret to share? Nothing for nothing!

[ He is so on board with that theme today. ]

[hevenly]

[ So much for "don't give me a crown." It would seem Loki now has a challenge.

She frowns, thinking. There is much she could say, but it's not exactly a secret. She doesn't keep many of those. ]

Sometimes... I fear that I will never return to our universe.

[ikols]

[ Well, that's just sad. Don't make him feel bad. ]

You will, I know it. I'll be the one who grows old and dies in this nexus, no fear.

[hevenly]

[ You asked for a secret. Her secret: she feels fear. Tell no one. ]

You truly do not wish to return?

[ikols]

I can't, I should already be there. Existential shenanigans.

[hevenly]

[ Ah yes. The many intricacies of Loki. How he had been surprised when Angela told him of his run for president. ]

Indeed.

[ She doesn't know what else to say to that. ]

You really needn't make me the crown.

[ikols]

I'm halfway done now. If Sera came here, would you stay then?

[hevenly]

[ Angela is somewhat surprised by that question, but she gives it its full due consideration before answering, ] Yes. I think so.

[ikols]

[ Clearly he just needs to find Sera and convince her to settle down in the Quarantine, then. Easy. ]

That would be jolly, the three of us as domestic neighbours.

[hevenly]

Do you know if our other brothers intend to remain as well?

[ikols]

I hope so.

[ He doesn't want to go into depth on a public line, but the sentiment is there. He would miss them if they left. ]

[hevenly]

[ If Angela had a better grasp of the privacy functions on her device and how to use them, she would make the conversation private. Alas, she does not, so she doesn't pry further. ]

What sort of secrets has your game won you so far?

[ikols]

Billy Kaplan has an intense crush on Captain America and Stephen Strange, the baby-faced one, likes to lick the fog from bathroom mirrors.

[hevenly]

[ A distant look. Loki, she doesn't know these people. ]

How does this knowledge help you in any way?

[ikols]

I consider it leverage of the highest order.

[ Especially since he's just throwing them under the bus for not playing. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, BOYS. ]

Ah, all done!

[ The helm of Hel is magicked over to Angela, popping out of thin air to sail down. About the size of an apple, very intricately folded so the horns poke out in wild directions. ]

[hevenly]

[ Angela plucks it from the air with delicate fingers, smiling softly. ]

It's a bit too small to wear.

[wiccant]

I do not!

[ikols]

Whoa, are you saying someone lied to me about that? What a crazy thing to do, I'm so mad on your behalf!

[wiccant]

Don't go spreading things like that in public, Loki!

[hevenly]

Why not? He is an honorable man.

[ From what little Angela's been able to gather. ]