WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

[The scene is outdoors, a forest somewhere— dark, but not too dark to see by. There is a monster, hulking and brutish, looming over Loki, and for once Loki seems small by comparison. The horns are off, and his body language is much more shaken.]

You have failed to avenge me. I lie rotting and my sword lays undrawn.

No, father— you are large, and you are strong, but the quality of mercy is larger and stronger still.

[The brute raises his arms, preparing to strike. Loki's arms are likewise raised, but in defense, and not in anger.]

You are one of them, now!

[Now, Loki saw this "haunting" as a nuisance at first, and then realized he could play it for sympathy. He would give the network a glimpse at his wretched origin and score some "he's not evil, he's just misunderstood" points. But at this moment and with those words, Loki's composure slips, just a bit, and true anger spikes his words.]

I will never be one of them.

[The feed cuts out. Replies will be ICly delayed.]

[It's Loki, who has apparently managed to acquire that sword he wanted. Or, at least, a sword. He regards it intently, runing his fingers up and down the blade.]

It seems there is a sort of mischief afoot! Face-changers are said to walk amongst us unknown and unseen. I am no stranger to suspicion, but I shall take some pains to cast off its yoke.

[Loki is going to use the sword to chop off his hand for the network, hurrah! It falls to the ground with a small thud sound. He bends down to retrieve it, apparently dropping the sword in the process.]

Rather pale, but not a hint of green, I'd say.

[The hand is pretty quick to reattach itself, and Loki waves cheerily before the video cuts off.]

The air runs thick with prophecy. I liveth not amongst you, so I can call myself no witness, but 'tis difficult to look upon the coming days without the pang of dread. Some have fled, I suppose, but many yet have stayed.

I wonder, for what danger wouldst thou abandon thy homeland?

Tell me true, does the device which brought us hence reshape the mortal form? I did not pay the thing much heed upon our meeting. My head was clouded with anger, unwisely, and it is difficult to hear in a storm.

I hear that those who did not wear human forms now do, and that those who ever did now find their limbs capable of wonders undreamt. But canst thou name thyself "human" if that be not in thy beginnings? And is the boon of powers purchased in the coin of humanity?

After all— the stories say that here the dead may rise. 'Tis expected. And what is the ribbon that binds humanity together, if it be not death?

'Tis quite the clever tyranny, I'll give it that.

I gather you are upset with me for reasons I can only suppose. Know that I despise being defined by the future even more than I mislike being condemned for my past.

And yet I am curious.

[Loki is standing in the middle of his magnificent kingdom of candy. There are a few people nibbling/taking pictures/generally gawking in the background, but for whatever reason Cityzens are giving Loki some space. It's probably the hat.]

It would take no keen powers to observe my most recent and regrettable handiwork. [Gesturing to Candyland behind.] More regrettable still, I can at this moment offer you naught but these words— 'twas an honest mistake. The magic of this place is rife with peculiarities. My haste to conjure an escape from this reality, something I need not state would benefit all of us so trapped, has borne some rather odd side-effects. It would be an act of ill faith to claim not the misfortunes of mine own making. Thus I speak now, in defiance of my pride.

I am searching the entirety of my power for the remedy. Mayhap there are those amongst you who would add theirs to the cause? My hope is that this shall be but a temporary inconvenience, though my remorse will no doubt live on.

Some of you may have been acquainted with a being known as Thor. Alas, he was here but briefly, too briefly for me to truly know him! Yet, I have been made to know that he was spreading wicked untruths about my person at every conceivable opportunity. I do not blame him for it; given circumstances 'tis quite understandable. But I am not his brother, Loki-- anyone who has glimpsed my appearance can give attestations to that. I have long known that there are many Thors, many Lokis, scattered about an infinite number of dimensions, and to one of those infinite dimensions he must have belonged. I can but wonder what my counterpart may have done that his sibling would be so staunch and unforgiving.

Of course, words alone cannot bring trust, nor should they. None here can have much reason to put faith in me, and I would not have it given out so lightly. All I ask is that you not force me to pay for the crimes another has committed in my name. Also, if there is anything I might do to be of assistance, do not hesitate to ask. If the unfortunate matter with the teleportation device and the muddling of abilities does not resolve itself in the coming days, there is much that could be done.

( Private, warded to Norman Osborn and Hood )

It seems I find myself in a new circumstance, in a new world. How foreign the air doth taste! But strangeness and sweetness can be one and the same, if we are wise enough to make the best of our situation.

I, of course, have duties to my homeland that must not go long unfulfilled. Yet, as I am here, let me make the most of it. If there be a call for heroes, then I shall answer, as best I can, and humbly. I imagine we are all affected by some degree of urgency, though I pledge to help those people here whilst I still may. There are surely those among you who yet plot a return-- I would know of it, and offer my assistance, such as it is.

Is that suitable introduction? Come now, speak! I wish to know more of this place, and such people that inhabit it.