( Fleetingly, their gazes meet over the span of the kitchen rooms, where the ladle roams mighty and free and devoid the fetters of one [1] woman's human arm. Oh. Well, that's... unfortunate.
One learns, after a time of coexisting Loki, to think both pathetically and on one's feet. Hail surviving fratricide. He draws his voice stronger, with a cough. ) Yes. The ladle. Which is sat. Under her... ( He squints. ) Witchy spell. Of power. Much... much...
( Some of the spirits squint so devotedly, he half suspects this is how the last one lost its eyes. )
...much power? ( He seeks out the woman, nodding. ) Now, she and I are... departing. And in her wisdom and generosity, she is leaving you and the ladle be.
( Yes. Yes, with certainty. Why, look here, as Thor is starting to sketch out a gesture of descent — )
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( Fleetingly, their gazes meet over the span of the kitchen rooms, where the ladle roams mighty and free and devoid the fetters of one [1] woman's human arm. Oh. Well, that's... unfortunate.
One learns, after a time of coexisting Loki, to think both pathetically and on one's feet. Hail surviving fratricide. He draws his voice stronger, with a cough. )
Yes. The ladle. Which is sat. Under her... ( He squints. ) Witchy spell. Of power. Much... much...
( Some of the spirits squint so devotedly, he half suspects this is how the last one lost its eyes. )
...much power? ( He seeks out the woman, nodding. ) Now, she and I are... departing. And in her wisdom and generosity, she is leaving you and the ladle be.
( Yes. Yes, with certainty. Why, look here, as Thor is starting to sketch out a gesture of descent — )
All salute her.