[Loki is trying not to make a face because he sort of has one too, not quite as delicate looking and, but still. After a moment he relents and summons his...cirlet, it looks odd with his modern clothing, but he doesn't seem to care]
Most gods have some kind of head gear, often makes you think twice about headbutting.
[Loki flips between the two pages once M is done before carefully tearing them out and laying them side by side. Placing his index and middle finger on each drawing he pulls the concepts from their prospective pages. It takes a bit of creative liberty on Loki's part, but he flushes the figures out, gives them color, and he makes them look like they are real, three-dimensional, small beings. He's able to scoop them each standing on the platform of his palms, they have autonomy, they move a bit and stand without falling. It's an illusion, but it it also real, just call it weird trickster magic shit.]
Either my creative liberty is running away with me, or you have good taste.
[Loki gets it.]
Not from me, I have an iron clad stomach.
[Speaking of which, he'll set the miniature sized models on the table to wander as they please while he attends to what's left of his meal. When one of the Apollos wanders two close to the edge of the table Loki gestures with his finger to bring him back around.]
You can't fly yet, you'll look awfully silly falling to the floor.
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Date: 2017-01-15 10:58 am (UTC)Most gods have some kind of head gear, often makes you think twice about headbutting.
[Loki flips between the two pages once M is done before carefully tearing them out and laying them side by side. Placing his index and middle finger on each drawing he pulls the concepts from their prospective pages. It takes a bit of creative liberty on Loki's part, but he flushes the figures out, gives them color, and he makes them look like they are real, three-dimensional, small beings. He's able to scoop them each standing on the platform of his palms, they have autonomy, they move a bit and stand without falling. It's an illusion, but it it also real, just call it weird trickster magic shit.]
Either my creative liberty is running away with me, or you have good taste.
[Loki gets it.]
Not from me, I have an iron clad stomach.
[Speaking of which, he'll set the miniature sized models on the table to wander as they please while he attends to what's left of his meal. When one of the Apollos wanders two close to the edge of the table Loki gestures with his finger to bring him back around.]
You can't fly yet, you'll look awfully silly falling to the floor.