pullmeoutalive | A comic book indeed.

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A comic book indeed.

[ Leif Helgarson is nothing if not patient. For a thousand years he has waited for this- the day that he finally gets revenge. The day they sneak into Asgard. The day he kills Thor.

Unfortunately, that day was tomorrow, but what was one more night after a thousand years? He'd just slaughtered a whole mess of young vampires intent on invading his territory (his territory being the entire state of Arizona), and now he had the rest of the evening to kill- figuratively speaking. Just as well since something his Druid friend, Atticus, mentioned to him has his interest piqued: Atticus had said that Thor was a comic book.

Why anyone would want to make a comic book about that arrogant, self-centered--- well, why anyone would want to make a comic book about Thor was beyond him. And so the vampire spent the evening in his office at the law firm of Magnusson and Hauk in front of his laptop doing a few idle searches.

Ah. Now he understood. Complete and utter ignorance was why there was a comic book about Thor. This selfless, heroic character was the polar opposite of the real Thor. ]

You will get your comeuppance, God of Thunder. I can promise you that.

[ Not that Leif was one to talk to himself, but he figures he's allowed a little bit at this point. ]

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[Some people, more scientifically-minded, would say that Asgardian magic is nothing more than the ability to manipulate a special kind of energy, a task that is impossible for mankind but second nature for many of the Aesir. Perhaps it runs on a different wavelength, a different frequency, a different something that is foreign to the natives of Midgard; still, they would continue to argue that it was more science than magic, and in theory could be just as calculated in its delivery.

Loki would say no such thing. It was energy, and yes, it was something to be manipulated, but there was nothing sterile and scientific about it. It had a life of its own, and even a master of magic could find themselves pulled along by its whims. Fortune herself would make sure that the reins were not always firmly in your hands.

Such must be the case today. Because Loki is fairly certain that he did not mean to randomly appear in a rush of wind and an almost-explosion of green magic, especially not in the middle of a mortal stranger's office.

But he does, so much that the magic has him crouched down and on one knee, as if being pushed down by the initial force. Give him a second to catch his breath in surprise, because that was... unexpected.]

[ Leif is not so crass as to swear, but a "WHAT THE FUCK" very nearly escapes his lips. Instead it comes out in a sort of strangled snarl as he he is out of his chair faster than any mortal should have a right to move, positioning himself within easy reach of the swords hanging on one wall ]

Who are you?

[Loki hears the voice, and glances around the room. How decidedly mortal and mundane, like everything else on Midgard – but he would admit that the swords were a nice touch, if he were in the mood.

But he's not. The Trickster rises and straightens to his full height, and looks at Leif with some indignation, like it's somehow his fault that he ended up here. When he finally speaks, it's with dry condescension.]

Someone who does not mean to be here. And is it not polite to introduce yourself first, before asking for someone else's name?

[ Leif can to dry with the best of him, even if he is glaring daggers at the stranger. ]

Is it not also polite to knock before entering?

I assure you that I often try to make a habit of it [no he really doesn't, appearing out of nowhere is his speciality] but in this case, I apparently had little choice in the matter. My magic decided not to cooperate. A frustrating sort of feeling.

[Perhaps this is the part where Loki counts down the seconds before this mortal starts calling him insane. Since, you know, Midgard and all.]

[ Some of the tension drains out of Leif, but not much. For all he knows this is some kind of clever trap, or trick. He does not move out of reach of his weapons. ]

Are you a wizard, then? Or something more?

[Oh, so it's a mortal acquainted with magic, then? That's not something Loki comes across everyday, and suddenly he looks vaguely more interested.]

I've been called sorcerer by many. But I don't think that's quite what you're asking, is it?

I am Aesir. [Jotun, actually, but like Hel if Loki is going to expound upon that.]

You are what?

[ The tension is suddenly back, and he barely stops himself from baring his fangs ]

Aesir. Is that an issue? [Loki repeats the word slowly, but he's also noting those fangs. He's fairly certain the natives to this realm do not possess fangs.]

Nonetheless, I believe it's your turn now. Your name, and exactly what you are...?

That depends entirely on who you are and why you are really here.

[ If looks could kill, then Leif is trying desperately to kill this intruder. He offers no answer to his questions. ]

[Loki is trying to look unaffected, but he does manage to raise an eyebrow slightly. Obviously the word 'Aesir' has meaning to this man, and not necessarily a positive one.]

Very well, if we must be difficult, then my name is Loki. As for my reason for being here, it is as I told you – an unexpected happening of the day.

[ Leif continues glaring, the next words slipping out of his mouth in Icelandic ]

I find it difficult to believe that the Trickster would pay me a visit for no reason.

[ Did he know about Leif's plans to kill Thor? If so, had he come to help him or hinder him? ]

[Since all those that hail from Asgard and many of the other realms possess the All-tongue, understanding Leif's words are not an issue. Depending upon the man's mindset, he may even hear them back in Icelandic!]

And yet... here I am. [He spreads his arms wide as if to accentuate this.] Should you wonder why fate should bring me here, that is not a question that I myself can answer.

[ It's then that Leif looks at him. Really looks at him. Something about this particular Loki reminds him of some of the images he found in his recent search.

Atticus had warned him that if he thought about it too hard, that the comic book version of Thor might show up. He hadn't thought about the comic book version of Loki. His eyes flick to his open laptop, abandoned in the middle of his search, and back to the Trickster.

Still, it was just a theory, and not enough to really make him relax. He maintains his guard and his distance. ]

I have long since stopped trying to decipher the whims of fate, but understand that makes me no less wary of your visit. [ a beat ] My name is Leif Helgarson.

[Loki will be bold enough to take a step or two forward, if only because he can sense that this man is slightly uncomfortable.]

Leif Helgarson. [He repeats his name, committing it to memory for however long it pleases him.] A pleasure, but that only answers half of what I had asked you.

[ He gives Loki a looooong look. Comic book or no, this man was still an incarnation of a God, and one who may be persuaded to ignore Leif's plans for Thor if it suited him. Why lie?

He straightens a bit, adjusting the jacket of his rather expensive suit. ] I am a vampire.

A vampire? [Loki is not terribly familiar with the lore here on Midgard, but he has been here long enough to do a bit of research now and then. So the term doesn't completely escape him.] A creature that drains the lifeblood of another. I see. I've never met one before.

Still, when I mentioned I was Aesir, you seemed surprised. Have you dealings with them before?

Now you can say you have.

[ Leif pauses, choosing his next words carefully. ] I have, though not by my own choice.

[The next question is a quick one, in contrast to Leif's hesitations.] And who did you have the pleasure of meeting?

[ May as well use this as an opportunity to test the waters and see how Loki reacts, though he can't quite keep the contempt out of his voice ] Thor.

[There are several reactions, if one is quick enough to catch them all: his brow knit in slight confusion and surprise upon hearing the name, followed by the threat of a scowl pulling at his lips. And then that is even followed by a scoff, a dry and disbelieving sounding thing.]

Thor? The Thunderer himself? Oh, I doubt it. Last he was fumbling about in your world, I kept close watch. I do not remember you being one of his acquaintances.

[ That was certainly a mixed bag of reactions, one that has the lawyer in him a bit intrigued ]

It has been over a thousand years, but I remember that day as though it were yesterday. It was Thor.

[Now Loki is just mostly encroaching upon confusion, though he tries not to let it show. It probably just looks more like he's thoroughly intrigued.]

A thousand years? A thousand years ago and Thor could not even lift Mjolnir, much less visit Midgard without an armed escort.

[ Leif chuckles. It seems his theory, or at least aspects of it, were proving to be true. ]

Has it not occurred to you that perhaps you and yours are not the only Aesir out there?

[Now there's a thought, and Loki's mind processes it at the speed in which only the Trickster could manage. That doesn't make it any less difficult to wrap his mind around, though, but it would explain the inconsistencies in their conversation.

That, or this Leif fellow was playing at something very odd. For now, Loki decides to leave both options open.]

I've never had reason to think of such a thing. That there should be more than one Thor among us is something I shudder to entertain.

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