VIDEO. UN: LOKI.

[selfimage]

Hello there.

[ Loki's standing on the porch of the ashen saloon, black bones against a dusky horizon. ]

Another day saved, another mission over ... [ he says it in an "all in a day's work" sort of tone. a finger twists and he gestures outward. ]

As the story continues! [ the drawl comes from his lips slowly, as if for dramatic effect. ]

We've met our arch-foes, saved a part of the fractured multiverse from apparent destruction and preserved the integrity of the timeline—erm, hopefully on the last two, anyway. In light of current events, and while we all cool down, I thought we'd play with a little fun hypothetical to stimulate conversation. Call it something that's been on my mind. So, riddle me this, Audentes ...

If saving a world meant destroying it—you know, kind of like a hard reset—what would you do? Would you do it, let it die and get coffee instead, or would you fight with tooth and axe for its survival, despite all odds? All methods in between, of course, feel free to be creative.

[ sometimes, some things remind him all too much of Ragnarok. ]

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[dailydouble]

[ He'll reach out absently to take the glass from her, if she allows it. ]

I doubt you are close to either state.

[ She's many things, but useless or a drunkard do not number among them. ]

[grunehexe]

[Thankfully? She's not in any position to fight that, so it's goodbye glass... but she waves her hand around uselessly anyway.]

That is true! It is why I have so much leverage at the moment... !

[dailydouble]

[ The glass is suddenly filled with delicious water. Ahad's half hoping that she simply accepts this without question. ]

Here, drink this.

[grunehexe]

Good man.

[She admittedly spills a bit of it, but, she drinks it without question- even though she knows it's water, she's not that drunk. He means well, so...]

This vintage is a bit better than the last, admittedly.

[She wasn't drinking that saloon swill because it was good.]

[dailydouble]

[ There's enough kindness in him to completely ignore that she's spilled any on herself. ]

It would be difficult to be worse. The next time you wish to drink, come to me. At the very least, I can supply you with something worth the time.

[grunehexe]

[How nice;;]

It is not as if I planned to drink, it just happened... !

[They were giving out free booze, Ahad? It would have been rude to refuse???]

- though, just to know, what is it you have?

[dailydouble]

Anything you could desire, I would likely be able to create.

[ He'll shrug, as if this isn't anything unusual. ] I've also added to my private collection, during our time in various worlds.

[grunehexe]

Anything?

[That gets her attention, and she tries to sit up- an awkward, uncoordinated flail of limbs and dress, but. She's working on it.]

I need more saltpeter and green vitriol...

[dailydouble]

[ In retrospect, he likely should have been more specific. ]

Ah. While I did say anything, do remember that I am not an apothecary.

[ He will reach over to aid her in sitting up, though. Even if he's not entirely sure how to best do that and likely ends up leaving his hands hovering somewhere in the vicinity of her arms. ]

[grunehexe]

It has to be a liquid... ?

[After one or two failed attempts, Sieglinde manages to realize the arms would make good support, grabbing one and just clutching it to her chest for an awkwardly long moment before she gets up the gumption to try and haul herself to her feet.]

[dailydouble]

Is that what you've chosen to focus on?

[ At least he sounds amused. If Sieglinde attempts to hold onto his arm while standing, he'll have the good grace to move with her. ]

[grunehexe]

It is [hiccup] very important...

[Standing is about... all she manages. Mainly because if she had a destination in mind, she has already forgotten it]

[dailydouble]

If I asked you what was so important, would you remember?

[ Ahad likely should not take advantage of her condition in this way, but teasing her is just too easy. ]

[grunehexe]

One does not forget the need to find a cure for the Ultimate Magic.

[Unless one is an undersized witch who accidentally drank too much.]

That would be most foolish indeed...

[dailydouble]

Perhaps we should find an appropriate place for you to sleep?

[ This is less of a suggestion and more of a goal he intends to complete. ]

[grunehexe]

But I am not even tired... ?

[Which might be the worst lie she ever told, but.]

[dailydouble]

But you may become tired, at some point.

[ He assumes she's too drunk to argue much around that. Nevertheless, he'll wait for permission, before doing anything else. ]

[grunehexe]

... well, I cannot say I am inhuman and never get tired...

[Bingo]

[dailydouble]

Shall we then?

[ He'll once again hold out his arm to her. ]

[grunehexe]

[Wait a minute... Sieglinde thinks she knows what this is about. He's so eager to find "somewhere to sleep", when she isn't even tired...]

Is this an elaborate plan to get me into bed... ?

[dailydouble]

Yes. This is clearly an elaborate plan to get you into bed. That I found you so drunk that you were lying on the floor and nearly incapable of rousing yourself with aid has nothing at all to do with it.

[ This may be the wrong way to go about answering that question, but Ahad's patience was only going to last for so long. ]

[grunehexe]

[If there's impatience in that tone, it seems to go straight over Sieglinde's head, and she simply continues to let her mind roam. Maybe not "let" so much as there not being any helping it at current.]

My handmaidens always told me that men were fond of women in their cups as easy conquests... perhaps I should have known better...

[But she's taking his arm, at least??]

[dailydouble]

There's some merit in their advice. Avoid anyone who searches out those who are vulnerable, and protect those you can from their predation.

[ After she takes his arm, he'll begin to lead her off to somewhere safer. The goal is to find a place where she can sleep off the alcohol, without worrying about anything dangerous happening to her. ]

[grunehexe]

That is a very righteous sounding line... are you sure you are not the god of justice... ?

[Thankfully? for all involved, Sieglinde is also not in a position to really think very deeply or sink her claws into any particular topic, following wherever he leads.]

[dailydouble]

Did you think a god of love would have no opinion about this?

[ He doesn't even make the attempt to sound anything less than entirely deadpan. It's not justice he cares about so much as matters of consent. ]