It is impossible for Loki to get tipsy on human liquors, so there's no way the little bit of mead he's consumed should be affecting him. He's in an elated mood, though, probably because of the general celebratory atmosphere. And he looks relatively ordinary, except for the elaborate braided hairstyle he wears, but there is something smooth and sleek and graceful about the way he moves around the assembly, like a fish through water. He's very much at home.
When he spies Vars, he wanders over and sits on the table he's got his boots propped on, as if to one-up him.
"Poor Fenrisúlfr," he says, nodding at the collar. "Really got a raw deal in the stories, no matter how you slice it."
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on 2021-05-01 03:34 pm (UTC)When he spies Vars, he wanders over and sits on the table he's got his boots propped on, as if to one-up him.
"Poor Fenrisúlfr," he says, nodding at the collar. "Really got a raw deal in the stories, no matter how you slice it."