FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
Loki nodded. "indeed." he agreed. "even more interesting, is that the language preferred by each 'type' of magic, differs between sorcerers." he admitted. "for example, i prefer Irish for blessings, as well as Jotunord." he admitted. "for curses, French works the best for me, as well as the language of the Dark elves Dokkalfarord." he admitted. "Aeser don't tend to use too many other languages, they prefer their own for any ceremonial magic." he admitted before focusing on his meal. "i can't decide if this is better or if Pizza is." he admitted, inhaling his burger, delighted by the flavors sweeping across his tongue. he ate another, and two more helpings of fries before he was satisfied. "that was an amazing meal. i will have to take many of these ideas home with me." he admitted, looking eager. "we will have to start an open trade with Midgard. we have many things you might like to have for yourselves." he admitted with a nod. "most of your people won't be able to visit Jotunhiemr, it's much too cold but i know many of you would love to have some of the meat we can provide. out Musketen is so sweet, you would think you where eating lobster or crab." he admitted with a smile.
Steve nodded, accepting that. how could he not? it was fact, and he knew Thor well enough to know the man would know this for a fact. "just a baby huh?" he asked, grimacing a little. "but i'm fully mature for my people, so i'm not too worried about it." he admitted as he closed his eyes and shook his head. "...so. that apple could make Clint as immortal as you are. but you don't know how he'll take it..." he muttered, studying her. "i see..." he hesitated and then took the Apple out of her hands and headed for the doorway. "how about i find out for you?" he offered, not really giving her a choice. he knew Clint was worrying about being a mortal too. it was time to make them both stop fretting about it.
Steve nodded, accepting that. how could he not? it was fact, and he knew Thor well enough to know the man would know this for a fact. "just a baby huh?" he asked, grimacing a little. "but i'm fully mature for my people, so i'm not too worried about it." he admitted as he closed his eyes and shook his head. "...so. that apple could make Clint as immortal as you are. but you don't know how he'll take it..." he muttered, studying her. "i see..." he hesitated and then took the Apple out of her hands and headed for the doorway. "how about i find out for you?" he offered, not really giving her a choice. he knew Clint was worrying about being a mortal too. it was time to make them both stop fretting about it.