[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.]
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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.]