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[Everyone who is listening can hear the sound of leaves rustling followed by a soft groan coming from someone's mouth.

After that there are footsteps that slowly fade away but get louder again after a minute or two. Apparently someone discovered the book and the small yelp followed by a referral to Odin's empty eye socket might give the impression that someone managed to step into a pinecone with his bare foot.

There is more rustling and a soft thud, the sound of someone opening a book and...]

Oh! It is a Midgardian recording device in a book!

How perfectly...impractical!

[Since the owner of this voice, Loki Laufeyson from Asgard, is really fond of any Midgardian way of communicating through long-distance connections he figures the book out in a rather quick way.

Eventually his face appears on everyone's feed, finger tapping against the screen to test if it might be a screen of touch, like his own phone of Stark used to have.]

Everyone! I figure this book of communication has been left to me with a certain purpose. So I shall ask for your aid, yes?

[Loki takes a deep breath.]

First of all, someone has provided me with white pants, yet has forgotten to give me a proper shirt. Second of all, I am fairly sure this is not Broxton.

Is there a town nearby? At least one where I can get proper garments?

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[Loki shakes his head.]

That is not entirely correct. An adult version of myself has experienced way more in life than a mere child. I am afraid that I might not be able to answer all your questions.

[Yet, he sits back.]

But I shall do my very best, yes?

[He nods.]

Indeed. And I am afraid I am not able to explain that. My memory has been downsized quite a bit after Thor came to seek me out.

Oh, I'm certain I know many things that you do not. But my experience should entirely encompass yours... if you are actually my younger self.

[He could draw a diagram of it, one circle inside the other.]

For example, you know what we are. I only found that out myself less than one year ago.

[He crosses his arms over his chest.]

So perhaps you ought to start by explaining 'downsized.'

We are the same, its just that our realities differ.

[Loki gets comfortable on the chair, pulling his legs up and folds his hands.]

There is not much I have to explain about that. I have no recollection of our past deeds, therefore I am unable to describe them. All I can say is that older!self has died sacrificing himself for Asgard after being responsible for its destruction.

[He shrugs and gives a symphatetic smile.]

Have you been treated differently because of that? Ridiculed? Mocked?

Ah! And I would like something to drink as well.

I had begun to think it was something of that nature, but wished more evidence.

[He takes the news about the destruction of Asgard and his own apparent sacrifice - or his other self, perhaps? - with apparent calm.

But he doesn't like this at all. Even if he can feel the shape in relation to his own game.

The question, however, makes him snort.]

I... left Asgard shortly after I found out. So I would say there was not much opportunity for such things.

Though it certainly provided ample explanation for the way I was treated. [He shrugs, lips compressing in a thin line.] None knew why, but plainly felt I was different all the same.

[Right. Drinks.]

Water or tea.

[Loki nods slowly, his brain busy processing everything, trying to draw the right conclusions.

The only thing that stands out that this older Loki, he himself, seems to be affected by his emotions, in pain even. In a sense it does do something to notice that, the way his face changes when he is referring to his background.

He makes a mental note that he does not want to feel like that, ever. And he wants to tell his older self as well but he does not know how.]

Tea...? Ah, yes. Tea it is.

[He nods again and seems to be deep in thought.]

And Thor? Did he treat you different?

[Loki starts the little ritual of making tea from loose leaves, and he's glad for the distraction. Thor is the last thing he wants to talk about, ever. It's easier to speak with his back to his younger self. He doesn't have to try so hard to control his expression.]

Thor is an idiot. There's no significant difference between him and the rest.

His shadow is a cold thing to be.

[Loki watches the other moving around and the words about Thor...well...they sting and he frowns. His voice changes a bit when he replies.]

Do not speak ill of my brother.

[He shifts in the chair, unfolding his legs, the look on his face serious.]

[Loki's voice is cold as he finishes making the tea.]

He is no brother of mine.

[He walks back over to his younger self and thumps the mug of tea down in front of him]

And I shall speak as I like.

[Pathetic, he thinks. Even his younger self likes Thor better. He stalks away to see to his own cup of tea, dumping it out in the sink and starting a new one.]

He is.

[Loki takes the mug from the table the minute the other puts it down. He repeats his words again.]

He is.

[He curls his hands around the mug.]

Of course one can speak as one likes. But do mind your words, yes?

No. He is not. [The words are delivered with cold finality.]

And if you aim for childish bickering over this obvious fact, you may leave my house.

Not by blood. No.

[He takes a sip of his tea. He is not one for arguments, at least, not if they are not necessary.]

Point taken, older self. I shall not mention Thor any longer. It is obviously quite painful to you.

[Loki peers into his mug.]

I like this tea.

Not by anything. [He is not willing to even cede this much ground to his younger self. He knows what sort of dangerous proposal that might be. And end to the subject of Thor is a relief.]

Not so much painful as maddening.

[But still, he relaxes slightly.]

It's called oolong. I rather like it.

[Loki disagrees with the other about the entire Thor-matter on so many levels that its easy to see on his face. Yet, its not wise to bring it up at this point, its obviously a subject that makes his older self tick.]

Maddening, ah I see. Maddening...

[He nods halfheartedly and thinks of his brother for a moment and has to conclude that he still misses him.]

Its good. And warm.

But older-self, world domination?

[He vaguely remembers that Tony Stark told him this.]

Why?

[Loki rolls his eyes.]

Reading too many psychology texts, perhaps?

[But the next question, he finds very amusing.]

Tell me, younger self, have we ever played a game so simplistic as that? Come now. A little faith.

[Loki shakes his head at both things, really. He merely continues to sip his tea for a moment, thinking.]

It is good that we meet.

[He smiles the most friendly smile he can muster.]

Yes. It is good that you are here, older self.

[It's his turn to shake his head.]

No, younger self. It's very bad.

I've business which requires my attention. I've contingencies, but none prepared for me being entirely absent from our known universe.

Schemes of unspeakable evil? Total destruction? Chaos and despair? Those sounds like things an older self would do, yes?

[Loki's voice sounds playful, as if he is making a joke. But he is afraid it is actually not a joke. But he nods.]

Will you be missed?

[Because Asgard sure as hell will not miss him when he is gone, or well, maybe Leah. But she would never say such things out loud.]

[Loki snorts.]

It depends upon to whom you've been listening, I suppose. You ought to know better than that. [He cocks his head.] Or do you?

Those things are utterly pointless for their own sake.

[He laughs in earnest now, a mix of humor and pain.]

Another question you ought to know better than to ask.

[Loki laughs as well and thinks the other's question over for a moment. He himself has no desire for destruction or chaos. Yet, aren't those things others expect him to crave?]

Let me correct myself...

[He smiles.]

...restore one's pride?

Ah, and of course... If Asgard would have a poll of popularity, we would end up at the bottom.

[The tone of his voice is light.]

[Loki shrugs.]

'tis on the list, but I've far more important things in mind than pride.

[He snorts.]

Were the universe entire to have such a poll, I should think.

May I ask what they are?

[He looks at his older self, expecting the other to not answer this.]

Do not fret, older-self, I do understand your motivations, yes?

[Loki does, in a sense, but he also definitely doesn't.]

You may always ask.

[But that is no guarantee of an answer. He knows his younger self must already understand this point.

He snorts a bit rudely.]

I do not fret.

[While it would be nice if his younger self understood, he also knows that there is a massive gap of experience there. And he's basically given up on being understood. It's a hollow desire anyway.]

You don't seem at all surprised about meeting your older self. Why?

But I shall not get an answer, right? After all, I am not fond of answering questions, I rather ask and get answers.

[Loki makes note of the snort but does not reply to it. And he thinks his older self frets a lot. Just like he himself frets over certain things. It is only logical that these things will be kept to themselves.]

I have met my older self before. He differs from you. He is...an older older self.

I wish not to become like him.

[A pause.]

Just that you know, I really disliked answering this question, yes?

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[Loki smiles crookedly.]

Ah good, you now how this game is played. No, I shan't answer.

[He tilts his head, frowning. Well, he supposes it's a relief that he's apparently survived long enough to get older than he is.

Hah.]

And you wish to not become like me, either.

I find it odd you think you have a choice.

[Of course, there are always future visions and warnings, but there is also causality. There is who they are and how they are treated, experiences brick by brick becoming a wall that surrounds them.]

Though 'tis an interesting thought. What do you think you will become, otherwise? A potted plant? A dancing bear? A good little warrior of Asgard, rolled in gold leaf and glory?

We are what we are.

Edited (Okay I swear I'm done editing now.) 2012-10-04 17:28 (UTC)

I find it odd you think I do not have a choice. Can you prove this to me?

I am most curious, you see.

[There is really no motivation to change? To break a certain cycle? Its disappointing and it shows on Loki's face.]

What I shall become is still uncertain. Yet, becoming something driven by anger and bitterness...that seems most gross to me.

We are not what we are.

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