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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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[ikols]

[ Calling back, ]

You're not my mother and this isn't Asgardia!

[wiccant]

( taking a moment to whisper sweet nothings to the paper plane before it takes off straight for loki's eye. )

[ikols]

[ So distracted he doesn't notice until, ] Oww!!

[ Rubbing his eye, wtf. Fine! He'll pay you attention!! ]

What do you want!

[wiccant]

( his error in thinking here was assuming loki would dodge it. oops. now he feels a little bad, but. loki will be fine. )

I'm not your mother and this definitely isn't Asgardia, so pick up your mess. Or I can keep throwing it back at you.

[ikols]

[ Snorting indignantly, ]

You can't tell me what to do in my own bedroom.

[wiccant]

I'm not in your bedroom, I'm outside of it.

( look he'll even stand right in front of the doorframe and. gesture down to the mess in the corridor. )

Are you sure you're not still twelve?

[ikols]

Are you sure you're not?

[ Spreading an arm where he sits on his bed, surrounded by paper used and new. ]

Exactly who am I hurting?

[wiccant]

No one. Not about the secrets. About the mess.

( which he's slowly kicking towards the door frame to get it out of the corridor, at least. )

[ikols]

Those are practice models! Stop crushing my tiny paper children, you beast!

[ A bird is enchanted to whizz over, glowing with green light, and mess up Billy's hair as a distraction. ]

[wiccant]

I thought you threw them out because you were done with them!

( but he's stopping!! if they're important he's not going to crush them. his hands move to swipe at the bird in his hair, taking several steps back from the pile he started. )

[ikols]

First you won't play a silly game, then you whack me in the eye, now you're trying to literally stamp on my fun!

[ Huffing and puffing, he raises a hand to wave it at Billy and wrap him up in a teleportation spell. ]

Go and be a moody teenager elsewhere.

[ The last word being a shorthand for the old enchantment he would use when a powerless child, he now utilises it for great justice as he banishes Billy into ...

The library. ]

[wiccant]

( he wasn't trying to stamp on them any more! god, loki. the teleportation spell catches him off guard, and before he knows it, billy is. standing in the middle of the library, hair fussed and fringe ruined, thank you.

he doesn't go back to loki's room, but there's a few badly folded paper airplanes that make their way into his room. )

I used CPR training as an excuse to make out with a boy in front of my class.

I sleep talk sometimes and have cast really awkward spells because of it.

I used to be really into Avengers fanfiction before I met them.

( are you happy now. )

[ikols]

[ He already knew Billy talked in his sleep but the spells part is funny, as is the rest. He tuck the secrets into a pocket and makes three paper stars in red and green and blue which whisk their way around Billy's head when they find him, then burst into lights like fireworks.

They read, COOL STORY BRO :) ]

[wiccant]

( this is the last time he's letting loki get one over him jfc. )