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Your Sassy Gay King
To Alfheim.

ravenhairedchaos:

contriveroffraud:

Contriver gives the flamboyant clone a slightly intrigued look; He never thought, within over five-thousand years of life, that he would hear any incarnation of himself say he’d rather not kill someone if he had to. “I suppose, if you’d rather not get your hands too dirty…it would prove useful.”

The trickster paused, allowing the clones’ inquiry before responding. “I have a vague idea of the layout; Nothing perfectly detailed, but it’ll do.”

He shrugs his shoulders, not really caring about the sassy clone at this point.  He only wanted to focus on the matters at hand.  He wanted to make Alfheim tremble, he wanted them to feel their wrath and their power and to fear them.  And then there was the bigger picture, Yggdrasil…  Though they were only on the second realm, the excitement for what was to come was starting to swell within him.  He became elated with the thought of being an absolute ruler.  Finally he would have the power he so deserved.  Finally he would rule.  Finally Thor would kneel at his feet and beg for his mercy.  Oh how he reveled in these thoughts.

He turns his attention back to Contriver upon hearing him speak.  “Yes, a general idea should be fine.”

“Alright, so, then, like, what’s the layout?” the clone asked, getting frustrated. It was taking longer than he had thought and he was totally missing out on Blue Oyster’s fab gay scene. “I want to get it done already,” he whined. “Can’t we just get ghetto fierce, sneak inside, get the king and queen and be done with it already? I mean, you guys are acting like we have to be ninjas or something, dear god.” He glared at RavenChaos, who clearly thought nothing of him, and gave an almost glare at Contriver. “We’ve been here, slogging through forest, and we haven’t even got a plan?” He crossed his arms, tapping his fingers on his upper arm and looked away, exasperated.

To Alfheim.

ravenhairedchaos:

contriveroffraud:

Contriver couldn’t help but roll his eyes; This was hardly the time for either of them to try to seem better than the other, or any other such nonsense. He picked up his stride, tugging his long Midgardian coat tighter around himself—and squaring his shoulders— before speaking. “If you two are quite finished with your ridiculous quarreling—as you can clearly see—the forest is coming to an end.”  He tossed a stern glance at them both, raising his eyebrow.

“Some of us may not particularly like each other but, as I am sure both of you are aware of due to your intelligence, arguing over your differences is unproductive. As humans say, ‘knock it off’.” He shifted his gaze toward the opening in the trees once again. “Now, since it’s gotten rather dark by now, it should be easier to slip past unnoticed; However, if necessary, cloning may be a reliable option for distraction…”

He stifles his laughter at SGKL’s fierce outburst.  It did not take much to get this clone going.  It was not really like RavenChaos to tease, but he could not lie that the sassy comebacks were amusing, but that was not the point of this mission.  RavenChaos did not want to be the cause of this plan failing over some teasing.  He is genuinely excited about this, and does not want to see the plan fall to pieces, especially if it is over his doing.

He puts his hands up in surrender at Contriver’s reprimands, “My apologies, I am finished, though I am sure he hates me now.”  His somewhat light-hearted countenance returns to its normal state, stern and bitter as the near the forest’s end.  He does not want to lose sight of what this mission is really about, and like Contriver, he pulls his furs closer around him.  “Yes, understood.”

The sassy man stopped at the last large tree, peering around it to examine the area past for just a moment before turning around to face Contriver as he spoke. “You’re totes right. I’m not sorry though,” he added in a mutter under his breath coolly.

“Anyway… if you need, I can totally take down some guards while you go after the king and queen. I’m not really a killer,” he admitted, “and besides, that would get blood on my clothes, which would totally stain and make a mess. That would not be fab at all… I hate doing laundry…” He wrinkled his nose at the thought. “Do you know the layout or is it a run in and guess thing?”

To Alfheim.

ravenhairedchaos:

contriveroffraud:

Contriver raised his eyebrow, allowing a quick glance at Ravenchaos. “Well, I certainly wont stop you from doing so…vivisection isn’t a particular hobby of mine; However, I will assist if you require it.” He offered, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. After a few minutes of silence, he does notice the flamboyant clones’ closeness. Contriver only gives it a brief thought before he notes that they will be exiting the forest soon enough.

“The tree’s will begin to thin a mile or two up; Remember to keep as out of sight as you possibly can. Only attack if necessary…you’ll both have your chances with the King and Queen. We want this to be swift, yes?”

“Honestly, I will probably not do such a thing here, but rather in my own private chambers where I can be in control of everything.  Not to mention I have none of my instruments with me.” He snickers at the sassy clone’s closeness to Contriver. “Are you going to be able to do this, oh flamboyant one?  Or shall we leave you in the safety of the forests?”  He continues to walk along side them, letting his mind wander off sometimes to think about the brilliance of the scheme that they were about to begin.

“All right, and yes, swiftness would be best.  If we linger around it will give them more time to call in reinforcements.”

The sassy clone scowled at Raven-Chaos. “Look, honey, I may not be as strong as you, or as powerful, or as magical, but there’s one thing I am that you’re not. Fucking fabulous. And it takes a lot to be fierce like this, and yeah, I’m absolutely terrified. But I am sure of myself, and, sweetie,” he said, almost exasperated, “Heels can do more than just make my tush look good.”

He turned his ankle in just the right light to show that the faint glamour on the shoes faded, revealing that the stilettos were not just teeny tiny pillars for his shoes, but also magically bound knives. Small, granted, just a few inches, but the glint of magic hinted at stronger powers than just looking beautiful.

“Now, if you’re done ques-tion-ing me,” he finished, dragging out the word with a hip swish and a wagging finger, “we can get to the king and queen and get it done.” With a flamboyant sniff, he threw the scarf over his shoulder and marched on in front of Contriver with a stronger stride and an irritated glare. A sassy gay clone he may be, but in the end, he was still a Loki.

To Alfheim.

ravenhairedchaos:

contriveroffraud:

He gives the flamboyant clone a curious look; He seemed a bit nervous. Contriver hadn’t felt nervous when it came to mischievous plots since he was younger, stuck in Asgard and foolish enough to believe Odins’ lies. “As have I; As for the bleeding comment, I suppose we’ll find out, wont we?” Contriver offers, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He takes a step forward, planning on leading them both.

“Come along, then.”

“Perhaps we can tear them open to see what they look like on the inside.  I would be very intrigued to see their…mechanics,” he says to no one in particular as he uses a dagger to pick under his long nails.  When he looks up he sees the sassy clone giving him a strange look. “Vivisection is something of utmost interest to me.”  His eyes switch to Contriver as he begins to move.  RavenChaos slides his dagger back into its sheath and follows the other incarnation as he tells them to come.

“I absolutely cannot wait.”

The sassy clone choked down a faint whimper at the idea of slicing and dicing the king and queen, feeling queasy. He refused to look weak in front of the incarnations of his original though and simply bit his lipglossed lip nervously before following after Contriver. He liked Contriver more— he knew Contriver thought he was queer in the weird way, pathetic, and a little bit useless, but at least he didn’t have talons for nails or a propensity for dissecting things. He was tempted to grab his hand as he kept up fairly well, but the gay man changed his mind and simply highstepped over a hole that threatened his heels and flounced along in the forest like he belonged there.

To Alfheim.

ravenhairedchaos:

contriveroffraud:

Contriver raised his eyebrows the slightest bit before glancing to ravenChaos once again. “To Alfheim,” The trickster uttered before he used the sum of his magic to assist in the transport. Certainly, with their powers combined—even if the clone didn’t have as much as the both of them, it was still something—he was sure they wouldn’t have much of a problem. They appeared in one of Alfheims’ vast lovely forests; They had to keep somewhat careful. They did need some Light Elves to rule over, after all. Contriver freed his hands enough to gesture to the Northeast.

“We need to head Northeast, for that is where the King and Queen reside; If we do not run into any sort of trouble—which is highly unlikely once we exit the wooden areas—we’ll transport into the palace…” He shifts his gaze to them both. “We’ll want to avoid being seen at all costs; If you are seen, however, make sure to keep…whatever it is you do to them quiet as to not draw further attention to yourself. We’ll find them both during the night in their chambers, much easier to take them both down at once rather than separate. We’ll split up and meet in front of their chambers; If you require assistance at any time, use your telepathy.” Contriver folds his hands behind his back, giving them both pointed looks. “Is that satisfactory? I’m open for suggestions or changes, if required.”

RavenChaos also uses some of his magic to help transport the extra person.  Once they arrive, he looks around his surroundings, they were truly beautiful.  They even rivaled the beauty of Asgard’s lush forests.  But they were not here for a luxurious vacation, and he turned his attention back to the matters at hand.  He listens to Contriver’s plan nodding as he spoke. “Yes I do believe that to be a feasible plan, I cannot think of anything else to add, other than I cannot wait for nightfall.” His lips curl into a sinister smirk.  “It has been awhile since I have caused chaos on this large of a scale.  I have missed it.”

He was surprised at the feeling of transporting in such a manner and his stomach flipped about before calming himself down through his fluttering will. The forests were beautiful, yes, very idyllic and picturesque, but all he could think of was how it would ruin his outfit if he ran into a tree or fell into a river. “Right,” he said with a faintly nervous tone. “Head northwe— northeast, find the king and queen and kill them. I wonder, do they bleed red…?” he mused to himself for just a moment before shaking his head to clear it of the idea before nodding once more. “Ready when you are.” He looked about, clearly not knowing which way northeast was.

To Alfheim.

ravenhairedchaos:

contriveroffraud:

Contriver gave the flamboyant clone a long, uncertain look. He was certainly an…interesting version of himself. “…Erm, yes, I suppose…” He trailed off for a moment before shifting his gaze to Ravenchaos. He extended his hand, his magic ready to use when told.

“Shall we, then? I am, as they say, ‘Ready when you are’.”

“Never fought before, hm?  This shall be… interesting then, for a kick, a scratch, and a bite will not prove to be very useful in battle, lest you just have a deathwish.”  He looks over at Contriver and smirks, “Yes, let us go, then.” He takes the other incarnation’s hand, waiting for the sassy clone to take their extended hands.  “Come, now, we must do our duties and not keep the others waiting.  We will have much to accomplish once we arrive on Alfheim.”

The clone simply sniffed. He was far from weak, but if they wanted to underestimate him, so be it. He did keep a small knife on himself in case of rapes, after all, and he damn well knew how to use it. He stepped forward and took their hands cheerfully, smiling the perfect combination of joy and malice. It was rather like a wicked child with a hidden trick. “Let’s gooooo then~” he whined, holding tightly and smashing down the faint fear he felt. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing…

Frost, Sassy, you have help for Project Mischief

lokithetrickstergod:

A Time Lord, The Master, will assist you get to where you need to go with what you need and such once you’ve planned out what you’re going to do. Simply tap a beat of four on something or with your foot and he will appear, or so I’m told.

Yay! That’s totes awesome— a Time Lord! I hear they’re dreamy…~

To Alfheim.

ravenhairedchaos:

contriveroffraud:

Contriver raised his eyebrow as he watched the clone run about. He was rather talented, running in such footwear…he had to give him that. “We must help you in traveling, then, correct? As for our plan, we have to get to the king and queen—while attempting to avoid everyone else, and if they catch us, we must attack—and take them down. They’re our primary source.”

Raven-Chaos also quirks an eyebrow at the sassy clone, though the look on his face was less than approving  He listens to Contriver tell the more flamboyant Loki of their plan.  “It sounds primitive, but our main goal is complete domination, of course.  With the combination of our skills it should prove to be a very possible aspiration.  And even though Thor thinks I cannot wield a sword he is sorely mistaken.  But such fighting will be but a back-up plan if my magic fails for some reason.” He looks at SGKL, still prancing about.  “Yes, so, off we go then?”

The clone nodded. “I need help transporting. I have like, a lot of magic, but I can’t do as much as you two.” He paused and looked around curiously. “Let’s go and I’ll totes follow your lead. I can distract people if we need, I have fab illusion skills. I’ve never fought before…” he mused, “but I prolly can. I mean, it’s like fighting for the last pair of heels, you kick and scratch and bite until you get what you want.”

To Alfheim.

ravenhairedchaos:

“My, you are quite…the flamboyant one.  And how are you supposed to help us take over Alfheim?  How are you going to be able run in that kind of footwear?  And what magic do you possess, oh sassy one?” He smirks a little, crossing his arms.  “But yes, we are heading out right now.”

He pouted hard. “I can run just fine. Look~!” He darted off and indeed showed remarkable skill in the heels, running just fine, in fact, better than most men and far better than any Midgardian, though lesser than a god, as a clone. Returning with only a faintly panting breath, he adjusted the scarf with an aristocratic sniff. “As for magic. I have magic of the same type as yours, just not as strong. I’m just a little bitty sassy clone is a big big world.” He paused and sighed dramatically before shaking his head. “What are we going to do? How are we going to do this?”

To Alfheim.

contriveroffraud:

Contriver inclines his head, the corners of his mouth pulling upward in a smirk. He had a feeling they were going to get long just fine. “Neither can I, I assure you.” The trickster approached Raven-Chaos, his eyes flickering about his frame for a moment. He remembered being fond of such clothing…he did, in fact, miss wearing such thick, layered clothing. These Midgardian clothes were much too thin for his liking.

Contriver, waiting for Raven-Chaos’ say, gave a flick of his fingers and they were off to meet the sassy, gay clone.

Loki, by this time, was out and about again, having left his little toy in the bedroom. He was waiting at a park, just lounging about on a bench and was rather bored. The green skinny jeans were tight about his legs and the pink tank top was florescent in the night, matching only the rainbow scarf about his neck. His heels were bright fuchsia, a favorite color of his, and very high heeled. He were some simple wristbands about his wrist and sighed. The other two were so fast that he couldn’t really get a word in! They were lucky to have him, the clone decided. THey needed some cheering up.

A moment later he felt the stir of magic behind himself and perked up, spinning to hand his hands on the back of the bench as he saw two clones of himself burst into existence, Contriver and Raven-Chaos. Wonderful! “Hi!” he trilled cheerfully and leapt to his feet, sure on those stiletto heels. “Are we, like, heading out now? I’m so totes excited~!”