Get Down with the Sickness

At some point in a large group of people, all arguing, you just start to tune things out. Too much going on, too much noise, and entirely too much ego. Loki, however, thrived on chaos. It was his element, like a porpoise in the ocean. So when Freyja showed up, with her usual sultry walk and her condescendingly confident demeanor, to annoy all the siblings who remained there, Loki's grin just widened. Sure, she could be annoying sometimes, but seeing how much she annoyed everyone else just endeared her to Loki. "Oh, isn't it just?" he replied with relish to her comment about the family being together again.

Granted, he'd left the pack in part to get away from that self-same family, but he did so enjoy watching the way they allowed themselves to be manipulated and stressed by each other.

He returned her sneer at him with a little wave of his paw, wiggling his toes at her in a sarcastic greeting. "It's just so lovely to see you again, Freyja," he gushed mockingly. "I just couldn't possibly make any of my own decisions without you here to tell me to do exactly what I'm already doing."

Then Eyfura, his younger half-sister appeared and added a comment of her own. You know, just to add even more chaos to the mix. "Oh, you know how it goes, darling Eyfura. The more things change, the more they stay the same," he answered her airily.

Of course he would have completely ignored Thor's warning look. How could anyone have thought differently? He was Loki, after all. But he didn't do any more than sigh and roll his eyes when Hati jostled against him as he struggled to his feet before claiming that he was heading off in some random direction to gods knew where.

Any sarcastic comment he could have made to his elder brother - at risk of the brute tearing off one of his ears to match his own scruffy ones - was interrupted by the squeaking, squealing exodus of bats from one of the mines, a white-coated figure flailing his way out in the midst of them. Loki gave a barking laugh and just shook his head, a grin plastered on his face. That didn't even need a sarcastic commentary, it was one all on it's own. Baldur then proceeded to make, around another bat held in his mouth, a surprisingly sensible suggestion as far as direction. But the flapping wing smacking him in the face set Loki off again, and he couldn't even answer let alone make a snarky comment for the uncontrollable laughter that bubbled out of his chest at the pure, unadulterated ridiculousness of it.



"Speech"

It's in my nature