The Chaos Realm

[Frisk E. Coyote]

As the smoke and debris clear away, Loki can be seen standing in the same position he was in when the energy around him exploded violently, his arm still extended forward as if he were still holding the marble. He smirks and crosses his arms, inclining his head backward to examine the damage Salem's doozy of an attack did on the atmosphere, probably damaging it's ability to predictably rain random objects. "I find it very cute that you can afford to act like I'm lucky to be alive when all you've managed to do was take away my little toy, and damaged my very old, cliche and tacky cloak that I was planning on tossing out anyway." He cackled at her back as she disappeared.

Turning to face his servant, Frisk E. Coyote, he rips his smoldering, shredded cloak off, leaving him shirtless and in nothing but his rawhide leather pants as a live studio audience of women and some creepy men swooned and squealed excitedly at his bare, powerful chest and streamlined abdomen, heavily scarred from his childhood, whether beings like him had childhoods or not. "I think I quite like her." He said, snapping his fingers and causing his torso to appear mummified with rawhide leather belts. "She's spontaneous, and cocky- not to mention violent. I like that in a woman." He paused, and continued. "-Though her taste of music was not to my liking."

"You... like... women?" Frisk E. cocked his head to the side curiously. "But sir, I thought you were more partial to hors-"

"-That was just one time and Svadilfari ran faster than thought." Loki interrupted his subordinate with casual disdain. "But I digress. If this was an RPG, my turn would be over, and it would be Tuxedo Mask over there's turn. I suppose I'll do the irrational thing and wait."