fulltiltdiva (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-03 01:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam young, loki laufeyson |
WHO: Loki Laufeyson & Adam Young
WHAT: Adam says that if Loki can best him, he will return his scepter. Loki is blissfully oblivious.
WHEN: July 3rd; afternoon
WHERE: The Desert just outside the city
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress
This felt like it was going to be the worst idea that he had ever had, and considering how many horrible ideas that he had both had and participated in in the past, that was certainly saying something. But Loki was a predictable creature in as many ways as he was an unpredictable one, and the fact of the matter of, when presented with an intriguing idea, he was physically incapable of passing it up. A duel with no weapons was an impossible thing to come by on Asgard. A duel with no weapons was pretty much equated to a fist fight among those that he had known most his life, so to realize just what this Adam had meant in his words had sent a spark of interest running through Loki. He wanted a battle of ability, magic against magic, and that, no matter what the result, was something Loki was unwilling to pass up. He was assured in his abilities, his powers, and even if they were weaker here, his conversation with Willow and Tara had allowed him new methods of powering himself, new options that he hadn't had otherwise, and he could only hope that this would be enough to carry him through.
A swirl of green and black smoke wrapped around him as he landed in the familiar desert plain, Loki couldn't help but be quietly thankful that this time, there was no Hulk from which he had to flee the second that they touched down, his gaze lingering about the area to take in the barren landscape. Yes. This would be perfect. Nothing to destroy, nothing to get in their way, and plenty of landscape to take advantage of. Loki could most certainly make this work.
Raising his hands, Loki smirked quietly to himself as he faded his battle armor up into view and turned to wait. He might as well take the chance to make an intimidating impression. Even if, a second later, his mind couldn't help but replay all of the nonintimidating comparisons that Stark and the other Avengers had made as far as his battle armor went. Oh, well. He's made a decision. Might as well commit to it.