❄ 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.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher just completely bypassed all that dramatic angriness.]

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

[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]

[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.

[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!)]

[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?

[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 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?

[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?

[behisequal]

[A bitter little smirk spreads across his face.] Oh yes, the Plane of Astral. Do you remember what you read and learnt about regarding experiments? I have been able to visit this realm for months. An odd thing has appeared in my chambers some time ago, but I keep it hidden from anyone who may visit.

[Anger seeps into his tone again as he continues] Then this happens to me! [He points a finger at a random wooden structure (a hat stand, but he doesn't know what one is), and the wooden surface turns into chocolate ice cream.] That is not what I was trying to do. Everything I try ends up like this or that! [He points back at the couch.]

[beagoodman]

[Steve frowns in concentration to listen to you, Loki.] An odd thing, right.

[He blinks at the trick with the chocolate ice cream, er, hat stand. Just give him a few seconds. Just a few seconds...] You mean you change things into... sweets, and it's not supposed to happen. Is that what's happening?

[inhumanity]

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

[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]

[He angrily sweeps a hand towards the chocolate hat stand, easily cutting it in two. The ice cream sections fall to the ground with a soft plop.] Yes. [Feeling slightly calmer, he turns his attentions away from the pile of ice cream and back to Steve.] That is exactly what is happening. I know not what this cold yet sweet substance is, but someone has dared to play a trick on me. I have been crippled!

[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.]

[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!

[beagoodman]

[Steve's rapid, disbelieved blinking continues. He's looking around as if the answer to this situation could lie around the sweetened furniture. But no such luck.

Though he can understand that taking away something essential to you could be annoying, and also frightening in a way.]

Does anything feel different when you use your powers? Besides the uncalled result?

[inhumanity]

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

Thank you.

[behisequal]

[Loki starts walking away from the candy sofa and pile of melting chocolatey sludge, the sight of it annoying him.] No. Had I not performed a rudimentary enchantment, I never would have known. I cannot even conjure a bit of smoke!

[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.]

[inhumanity]

[Christopher stays smiling, but he becomes more alert. The weapons shift, just slightly, in his hands. He is ready to defend himself.] As natural as it is to ask that sort of question about someone as interesting as me, don't you think you should ask who I am first? It's only polite.