Re: Behemoth | Mon., Feb. 4th, Evening
"Well," to paraphrase his Midgardian comrades, "that sucks." Loki cleared his throat and sat in a chair opposite where a purple tapestry lay. He recalled it, then. The wedding. Huh. Anyway. "No," he said of the liquor with a small wave of his hand. He'd been fairly vice free for a week or so, actually.
"Listen," Loki eyed the bottle as his brother raised it to his lips once more. He couldn't decide if he'd rather have a limber-minded Thor or one that could pay proper attention. "With all this talk about uniting the realms, I had a thought. What if I were to go to Jötunheimr and claim my rightful place? You would have allies on the majority of the thrones. We could use the Jötnar to achieve our goals. I thought, perhaps, Skadi could be of use as well in reclaiming the realm." He leaned forward toward Thor, then. "What do you think?" the darker-haired brother asked, eyes narrowing with anticipation.