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latverianprometheus
...Well, sweet fucking shit.
☼ —— “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you’ve known about these incursions longer than I have.”
The Latverian tongue was hard to pick up on, but Loki managed—she knew its predecessors, and from there, it was just a matter of morphemes and dialect. After a week alone she sounded natural, on the phone trying to find housing from her hotel as she idly observed the streets from the windows.
It was nice to be in a place where Romani were free. She had always liked them. Even with the obvious presence of the dictator's robotic police force, it seemed as if everyone here was happy enough. Loki had no doubt she'd be safe.
The matter was finding a house. Her belly swollen, Latveria seemed the safest place to raise a child. Even if no one had come yet, she was always worried that they were looking for her.
Alliance
Castle Doom was impressive…for mortal construction. Loki had been drawn to the location for more than just its interesting architecture and defensible position. The man who ruled over this fortress and the lands it overshadowed had a reputation about him, as well as a strong scent of magic. He could prove to be a useful ally, and not just for his resources.
Plans for chaos aside, the Asgardian sought shelter after his second fall to Earth, and this time the world’s heroes knew just enough about him to make finding a safe haven difficult. It was a risk to rely on a dictator of Victor von Doom’s reputation, but that risk was half the fun. Loki doubted the man would appreciate his literal appearance in Castle Doom, but he’d made sure to inform a passing guard that he would appreciate an audience with Latveria's king. A bit of magic to coax the weaker mind into doing what he asked without fuss never hurt, and the time left waiting meant more time to study.
Loki kept his wanderings to a minimum as he traced fingertips over the stone wall. No need to make his messenger wander too far to find him again. He took the time to sample for that power he’d sensed, to better understand how studied this human was in mystic arts before a face to face confrontation. Although not defenseless, Loki knew he was weakened from his constant need to move over the last few weeks to avoid Asgard’s detection.
Thinking of you "Foxy Grandpa"...
I hath returned to harass masked mortal men.
I am looking at you, Victor.
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Doomie! Not seen you around since the wholeDoomWarevent! How's it hangin'? You still crazy as anything - I'm one t'talk right -?