[ it is no different from any other temple. though that annoys him too. it makes it harder for him to glean any real details and knowledge from the stone and wood. or perhaps it is knowledge out of loki's grasp, the kind he despises the most.

he finds himself drawn to the painted yellow figure in the middle, trying to discern the intent behind its creation. to himself, he murmurs: ]

What do you seek, old gods?

[ oh, loki does love a party. even if it is a party where everyone has been spirited here through unknown means, playing to the whims of unknown gods. parties are where secrets are whispered, where one's ears can pick up the juiciest of secrets. he adjusts his mask, brushing off some imaginary dirt off his shoulders. he's dressed simply in midgardian clothing in order to fit in. whispers flit back and forth across the ballroom and loki finds a smile spreading across his face as he heads towards you. ]

Shall we play along?

[ most people would ignore the skull. flinch away. they would be overcome by the macabre, the slow miasma of fear and pain. most people, however, are not loki and so he picks up the skull, turning it over in his hands curiously before tossing it up and down like a ball. ]

You have quite the enchantment laid upon you. But you're not a suitable companion to assuage my woes. But perhaps we can have some fun instead.

[ loki grins, making the skull's teeth clatter together, chattering noises as if it were alive. he watches the fog roll over the shores, the slow shambling of the dead. after hela's hordes, this feels deeply unimpressive and anti-climatic. he almost feels bored. he turns to the skull with a shrug. ]

Well. Shall we?

[ and loki promptly throws it at the first zombie, knocking it back into the sea. loki grins, giving a thumbs up before flicking his fingers and returning the skull to its rightful place. ]

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