[ ugh, feats of strength. how boring. only the most brawn-minded of people would enjoy this kind of activity. what would it even prove? what is the measure here? either way, it bores loki to tears to see people lining up to try their luck.

well.

perhaps he should have their luck change. with a twist of his fingers, he starts manipulating the ball, having it stop before reaching the top or simply freezing it to the ground. when you find your attempt thwarted, you're welcome to give him a dirty look. loki innocently shrugs with a beatific smile on his face. ]

Better luck next time.

[ the hall of mirrors at the very least seems intriguing. a veritable maze of only your reflection, distorted, muted. a mockery. a critism. or perhaps a secret, hidden deep down. at least, that's how loki felt when he was confronted with his frost giant form, blue-skinned and red-eyed. for a while, all loki is content to do is look at it head on. his skin crawls the longer he has to revisit his hidden visage.

a monster, lurking under his skin.

finally, he presses his fingers against the glass, applying enough pressure to watch it crack and the frost giant's image fades. loki only mutters. ]

Sentiment.

[ just one ride couldn't hurt? it isn't fair that they would have unicorns, a creature loki has always admired from afar. surely it'd be fine. against his better instincts, he climbs on and goes on a little carousel ride.


once it's done, a well-dressed man wearing sunglasses seemingly steps off, looking quizzically. ]

Hmm. Did Heimdall drop me off at the wrong location?

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