Joker? Oh, well done. Loki presses a hand to his chest. “An old jester and merry; the first, perhaps, if you believe the stories, though the stories are nonsense.”
Still, he bows shallowly, only a slight bending of the back. “I have no interest in this creature you wish to keep; take him. Take him, and stay out of my way, for I've no interest in you, either. Your life or death is of no concern to me. It ought be of little concern to you, now you have released me.”
They must know. They must, though it'll all be so much funnier if they don't. “The son of Laufey remains bound 'til the dawn of Ragnarök, the twilight of the gods, end of all things. And here you have released me.”
If anything, smashing that thing's head was a blessing. A boon. If this day is the last day, it's very nearly a kindness.
“Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a prophecy to fulfill.”
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Still, he bows shallowly, only a slight bending of the back. “I have no interest in this creature you wish to keep; take him. Take him, and stay out of my way, for I've no interest in you, either. Your life or death is of no concern to me. It ought be of little concern to you, now you have released me.”
They must know. They must, though it'll all be so much funnier if they don't. “The son of Laufey remains bound 'til the dawn of Ragnarök, the twilight of the gods, end of all things. And here you have released me.”
If anything, smashing that thing's head was a blessing. A boon. If this day is the last day, it's very nearly a kindness.
“Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a prophecy to fulfill.”