❄ 4 - The Trickster tricked

[behisequal]

[Normally when Loki is out and about the Plane, he likes to observe in relative silence, occasionally showing himself to people of interest, or those he's slowly growing to know to personally. He has his reasons for doing what he does. Even his snow

This time, however, he makes it very clear that he's arrived since he's brought with him an ornate, gold sofa. But the thing is...the golden color isn't due to actual gold or any metal at all. It is golden sugar glass and smells of honey, while the cushions themselves are marshmallowy in texture.

And Loki? Looks very much displeased about this, which does seem to contradict that he has a giant candy couch. Anyone else may be pleasantly surprised by such a state of affairs, but him? Oh no. Not at all.]

This, this, will not be tolerated! Whomever has dared to do this will show themselves now to right what has been wronged. All will be forgiven if this is done without haste.

[...Except it won't because he will remember, and he will take retribution for what has been done.]


[ooc: Unfortunately, this isn't all that has been done to him. Loki's first experiment makes it so he can only turn things into candy and ice cream, and if he really tries, he can reverse it--but that's it. No matter what kind of spell or enchantment he tries, it'll have the same result. So that also means he can't skulk about in secret either. Oh, but he won't be able to turn people into candy or ice cream versions of themselves. With player permission, he can change clothing--but that's only if any of you guys want that. Otherwise, we'll see where things lead!]

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[beagoodman]

[Alright, Steve has seen pretty sure everything he thinks, but then there is this man on candy furniture and... he has to think again. He's speechless. Excuse him, while he stares.]

Is there something wrong...?

[He can see that there is something up but that might be completely natural for Loki... but still, he asks.]

[behisequal]

[He stands in an angry flourish--or rather...he tries to. Instead, he finds himself well and truly stuck on the sofa. And it is extremely embarrassing. As angry as he is, he takes a moment to take a deep breath, and tries his best to keep his voice calm now that someone has found him.]

Yes, Steve Rogers, something is very much amiss. [But in what way, he isn't going to say immediately. And does sound a bit tetchy despite his best efforts.] Now could you please assist me? You may need to put some strength into it; this substance does not wish to release me so easily. [He holds both hands out, feeling himself fortunate not to have them stuck.]

[beagoodman]

[Steve watches his attempt to get up, and blinks slightly surprised. Though, he's not laughing, he's just damn confused.]

Oh, right. [He hurries over to take the hands to free the poor man stuck in that... is that really marshmallow? No time to think about it, because as he starts to pull on Loki to help him out he involuntarily puts his feet against the sofa... and getting stuck.] Whoa-! Alright, bear with me for a moment.

[He slips his hands on Loki's forearms for better grasp and tries to pull him like that. He could easily take him out of the sticky mess but he doesn't want it to maybe hurt the other.]

[behisequal]

I am not going anywhere. [His patience is quickly growing thin, but he tightens his hold on Steve's own forearms all the same, but not too tightly as he is much stronger than the mortal and doesn't wish to break his arms.] You will not harm me, so pull as hard as you can and you will have my gratitude.

[beagoodman]

[Steve swallows and tenses up to prepare to free Loki finally. He nods.]

Here I go then.

[And he pulls with all he dares, and ever so slowly, making process. Though he struggles to keep his balance with one feet stick to the sofa too.]

[behisequal]

[And that is just enough progress for Loki to loose his bottom half from the sofa--but the sudden release is enough to send him forward like a rock out of a slingshot, so he's propelled directly into Steve. He lets out a small cry in surprise--as well slight humiliation if he's honest with himself, but he's ignoring that for now. (But hey, at least this should be enough to dislodge Steve's foot as well!)]

[beagoodman]

[The vehement was indeed enough to free Steve's feet from the sticky marshmallow. And he has to admit he was a bit unprepared when Loki bumped into him so he lost his balance and fell.

So he grasped onto Loki's arm instinctively.]

[behisequal]

[Loki, too, is unprepared for such a thing, but he scrambles very quickly to his feet and acts as though that didn't just happen--and pulls Steve to his feet while he does so since the mortal is still holding on. He composes himself instantly.]

Thank you, Steve Rogers. You had found me in...a rather compromising position and I have the Plane of Astral to blame for this infliction! [Because it's the only source that makes sense.]

[beagoodman]

[Steve gets back on his feet quickly too, wiping his hands. He eyes the marshmallow sofa for a while more with a slight frown.]

It's... don't mention it. [He's still a bit confused by all this. He attempts to wipe off the leftover stickiness on his feet with the Astral floor.] But... the Plane? How... what happened?

[inhumanity]

[Christopher just completely bypassed all that dramatic angriness.]

It looks marvellous. Is it Halloween? No—Easter!

[behisequal]

[Loki tilts his head and peers at this curious creature as though he has no idea what he's talking about. And in many ways, it's true; Halloween and Easter are completely unknown to him, and never mind that this is not the reaction he expects to his queries.

After a second, he steps forward and points at it.] This? This is not marvellous. It is no more filled with marvel than it is made of gold.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher takes out one of his gunblades and swings it through the couch. He looks at Loki.] I've been lied to! Where is the gold? Is this how prospectors feel in dry rivers?

[behisequal]

[Loki glares at the neat crack and slice that's now in the couch. It's something he will have to repair later when his magic returns to normal. Then he turns that look back to this creature.] Why would you presume such a thing?

[inhumanity]

[The creature in question only smiles.] Your comparison.

[behisequal]

Then you know nothing of metaphor. [His eyes narrow slightly as he appraises this creature.] There is something odd about you. [The red eyes aren't abnormal to him, so it's not that. He just doesn't seem like any of the mortals he has seen around.]

[inhumanity]

[Christopher turns to really look at Loki. He smiles.]

Thank you.

[behisequal]

[And Loki takes a step forward, really looking at Christopher] You are unlike anything I have seen in the Nine Realms. What are you? [Don't think he isn't keeping an eye on that sword, though.]

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies happens to be passing by when Loki throws his fit, and she has to admit, that sofa is entirely unexpected. she gazes at it curiously, then at him, and finally remarks:] Hullo, Loki. So, you're more into fruit for dessert, I take it?

[behisequal]

[In his anger, he kind of misunderstands her. He strides towards her, gesturing behind him with a very accusative finger.] Do you see fruit here? That is a sweet monstrosity! A mistake!

[grip_on_reality]

[she just scoffs, not intimidated, and raises an eyebrow] You know, believe it or not, I noticed that. So what were you going for? Let me guess--cantaloupe?

[behisequal]

[He just gives her a very confused, albeit still angry, look in return. He's never heard of a cantaloupe before] What does that have to do with anything? That used to be a sofa. A place where one could sit and rest beside the fire, or enjoy quiet conversation with others. [Or loud, boisterous ones.]

But now it is that thanks to an unexpected mistake--one that was, unfortunately, made by my own hand. This couch was gold once, yet now it is sweet! Now Inspector Menzies, just what exactly could be the cause for something like that?

[grip_on_reality]

You know, I had noticed.

[she snorts, considering that question rather obvious] This place. Unless, of course, you think it's just somebody back 'ome with a massive sweet tooth.

So. [she eyes him, her flippancy giving way to seriousness. if this is an experiment, it doesn't look dangerous so far, but she doesn't really know what it entails yet--which, of course, means it's time to find out] Just what exactly is going on?

[behisequal]

No, it's not someone back home. [Even if he does know a couple people who would relish the chance to eat such a portion this size.]

[And boy, if there is one thing he doesn't want this inspector to know, it's the fact that he can do magic with the same kind of ease she'd have as taking in a breath of air. But still, she doesn't have to know the scope of his powers.] I...have been learning rudimentary-level enchantments to better aid my brother and our friends in battle. Cloaking spells, creating fog--spells of that level. And I had been close to perfecting them when I tried to mask this sofa from view for a simple trick on my brother when it turned into this. I was scared; nothing like that had happened before, so I tried again and again to reverse what I had done but to no avail. That is why my temper grew as hot as it did. I am frightened that this could have happened in the middle of a fight and could have led to much unneeded death.

[Part of what he said is true. The last thing he ever wants is to kill his brother. The thought of Thor's blood on his hands is unimaginable.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she blinks at his seeming sudden shift toward complete honesty. he really hasn't struck her as the type to admit fear, making her feel rather dubious about his words. however, even though she's fairly sure he's lying, she doesn't know enough yet to be able to guess at what he's trying to hide. so, naturally, she counters his lies with sarcasm of her own]

Oh yeah? You know, you might find this hard to believe, but I think I've got the solution for your problem! Don't use magic in battle for now. [she pauses as a thought occurs to her] Or, if you like, use it on your opponents' weapons. Could come in useful.

[she walks over toward the sofa as she talks, touching it with a curious finger to see if it really is what it looks like]

[behisequal]

[...Curious. Mortals are easier to fool than this. However, he doesn't let that bother him. Instead, he simply sighs.] You know not my brother. He is stubborn and hot-headed, and any protection I can provide him in battle, the better. Turning weapons into edible treats will not be an advantage for long.

[He watches her like a hawk.] Your eyes do not deceive you. It is what it is.