Loki isn't sure what to expect when a fox comes to him and leads him to a new timeline. He presumes said timeline needs his help and needs to be course corrected somehow and while the fox tells him that he needs to reach his full potential, Loki is of the opinion that he's already done that. He controls time. He's managing the timelines on his own. What is it that he can achieve that he hasn't already? The fox assures him that nothing will happen to the timelines if he chooses to come with her so he does.
It's possibly the strangest thing he's ever done and that includes turning himself into Yggdrasil to maintain millions of timelines to keep them from being pruned spontaneously. He'd thought nothing could surprise him any longer but this has. Good for you, Fox, he thinks.
He's instructed to make a list of things he needs but Loki has always conjured things he needs so the list has one thing: a set of daggers. The cubes containing what he needs are stuck in a thick, sticky moat and it's only after he's waded into it that he realizes it's molasses. It's also not affected by his magic. When he sees someone on the shore, as it were, he calls out to them.
"Could you possibly help me out of this? My magic isn't doing what it should."
❥ This Is Our Get Along Shirt
He's stuck, again, but this time it isn't molasses. It's a shirt. Loki has never been defeated by a shirt before and he has no idea why this one has been shoved over the head of himself and someone else. They'd argued over one of the little cubes earlier, certainly, but it hadn't been such a quarrel that would warrant a punishment. Not to this extent anyway.
The person isn't even his height, which makes it worse, and he tries to rip it with his hands and he fails. His own elegant script mocks him along the front of it reminding him that this is his "get along shirt" and he has no idea how his handwriting got on this shirt because he certainly hadn't written anything. Not a singular thing. The magic here is annoying because it works against him at every turn.
"Try to rip it simultaneously," he says, voice strained in irritation. "It has to come off somehow."
loki laufeyson | mcu (show variant) | legend
Loki isn't sure what to expect when a fox comes to him and leads him to a new timeline. He presumes said timeline needs his help and needs to be course corrected somehow and while the fox tells him that he needs to reach his full potential, Loki is of the opinion that he's already done that. He controls time. He's managing the timelines on his own. What is it that he can achieve that he hasn't already? The fox assures him that nothing will happen to the timelines if he chooses to come with her so he does.
It's possibly the strangest thing he's ever done and that includes turning himself into Yggdrasil to maintain millions of timelines to keep them from being pruned spontaneously. He'd thought nothing could surprise him any longer but this has. Good for you, Fox, he thinks.
He's instructed to make a list of things he needs but Loki has always conjured things he needs so the list has one thing: a set of daggers. The cubes containing what he needs are stuck in a thick, sticky moat and it's only after he's waded into it that he realizes it's molasses. It's also not affected by his magic. When he sees someone on the shore, as it were, he calls out to them.
"Could you possibly help me out of this? My magic isn't doing what it should."
He's stuck, again, but this time it isn't molasses. It's a shirt. Loki has never been defeated by a shirt before and he has no idea why this one has been shoved over the head of himself and someone else. They'd argued over one of the little cubes earlier, certainly, but it hadn't been such a quarrel that would warrant a punishment. Not to this extent anyway.
The person isn't even his height, which makes it worse, and he tries to rip it with his hands and he fails. His own elegant script mocks him along the front of it reminding him that this is his "get along shirt" and he has no idea how his handwriting got on this shirt because he certainly hadn't written anything. Not a singular thing. The magic here is annoying because it works against him at every turn.
"Try to rip it simultaneously," he says, voice strained in irritation. "It has to come off somehow."