[At least that's fucking something. Even if it isn't his Grimnir, there's one out there that is fucking dead. Sweeney hopes it was an especially painful death.]
"No chance he was the really real original, eh?" [Wouldn't that be grand?]
"Norway's ya'll's Earth spot, right? Or...Middlegard. Whate'er the fuck ya call it."
[He shrugs. Really, one is enough, whichever one it is.]
"The creation. The... [Sweeney shakes his head tightly as he looks for the words.] "The name made manifest, imbued with the gifts human wished him to have."
I think I see what you're saying. This is sort of a 'chicken and egg' thing, I think.
[Loki gathers that this one isn't human himself, so he doesn't bother to get annoyed about everything being about humans, for once]
Humanity didn't create Odin, in my world. Nor Thor, nor myself. We visited and they built stories out of what they saw. Whether that belief imbued us with power... [Shrug. He doesn't know, honestly.] So in that sense, yes, he was the original. But it sounds as if you're saying there were literal others, not just stories he inspired.
"Well, yeah." That is, in fact, exactly what he's saying.
Sweeney kills his whiskey and pulls a rolled cigarette from behind his ear. Nestling it between his lips, he speaks around it as he fishes in his pocket for his lighter.
"Given humans need ta fuck shit up."
Lighter successfully retrieved, he flicks it open, lights the cigarette, and snaps it shut. He pulls a long drag before expounding.
"Him bein' what he is ta the folk that came ta America. Easy ta see why that'd get watered down in the worst fuckin' ways." Sweeney rolls his eyes at the thought of that cunt.
[Ugh. Loki doesn't at all hide his distaste at the smoking, but he doesn't say or do anything to stop him either.]
Hmm. In my world, there wasn't much of an awareness of Odin in America. Thor, though. He was one of their literal heroes. Well, those who weren't just terrified of how powerful he was. But honestly there were very few people who had anything bad to say about him. Never mind the fact that he did just about the same amount of property damage, at the very least.
[He takes a drink and looks very obviously bitter.]
Sweeney gives precisely zero fucks about any distaste Loki might have in regards to him smoking. That said, he's not aggressive about making that point. He smokes casually, not intentionally blowing smoke in his direction.
"Yeah. America's Thor fuckin' offed himself in the 30s. Over a fuckin' woman. An' 'cause, well, Grimnir's a fuckin' cunt."
He rolls his eyes and presses the cigarette between his lips so he has both hands to refill his glass.
"Haven't spent time with..." Sweeney pauses in consideration before vaguely wiggling his fingers at Loki in illustration. "Their Loki. S'spect he's too clever ta spend much time with Grimnir."
Bottle set aside, he lifts his glass in faint toast. "Cause fuck that asshole."
Even as he knows that the Thor Sweeney is speaking of isn't his Thor, at least twice over, Loki feels a cold shock at the idea of him committing suicide. It's absurd to think of Thor ever getting that low, of course. Which is probably why it hits so hard to consider it.
But he does his best to conceal this reaction and keep focused as Sweeney goes on. He manages a faint smirk and a raised glass in kind.
Once he's swallowed, he muses, "I should have gotten out of there much sooner. In hindsight it seems so obviously foolish, to think I was related to any of them. And yet I let him influence so much of me." He draws his fingertip along the rim of his glass. "Perhaps someday I'll forgive him. But not anytime soon."
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"No chance he was the really real original, eh?" [Wouldn't that be grand?]
"Norway's ya'll's Earth spot, right? Or...Middlegard. Whate'er the fuck ya call it."
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Midgard. And they're certainly the ones who remembered us, in any case.
What exactly do you mean by "original"?
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[He shrugs. Really, one is enough, whichever one it is.]
"The creation. The... [Sweeney shakes his head tightly as he looks for the words.] "The name made manifest, imbued with the gifts human wished him to have."
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[Loki gathers that this one isn't human himself, so he doesn't bother to get annoyed about everything being about humans, for once]
Humanity didn't create Odin, in my world. Nor Thor, nor myself. We visited and they built stories out of what they saw. Whether that belief imbued us with power... [Shrug. He doesn't know, honestly.] So in that sense, yes, he was the original. But it sounds as if you're saying there were literal others, not just stories he inspired.
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Sweeney kills his whiskey and pulls a rolled cigarette from behind his ear. Nestling it between his lips, he speaks around it as he fishes in his pocket for his lighter.
"Given humans need ta fuck shit up."
Lighter successfully retrieved, he flicks it open, lights the cigarette, and snaps it shut. He pulls a long drag before expounding.
"Him bein' what he is ta the folk that came ta America. Easy ta see why that'd get watered down in the worst fuckin' ways." Sweeney rolls his eyes at the thought of that cunt.
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Hmm. In my world, there wasn't much of an awareness of Odin in America. Thor, though. He was one of their literal heroes. Well, those who weren't just terrified of how powerful he was. But honestly there were very few people who had anything bad to say about him. Never mind the fact that he did just about the same amount of property damage, at the very least.
[He takes a drink and looks very obviously bitter.]
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"Yeah. America's Thor fuckin' offed himself in the 30s. Over a fuckin' woman. An' 'cause, well, Grimnir's a fuckin' cunt."
He rolls his eyes and presses the cigarette between his lips so he has both hands to refill his glass.
"Haven't spent time with..." Sweeney pauses in consideration before vaguely wiggling his fingers at Loki in illustration. "Their Loki. S'spect he's too clever ta spend much time with Grimnir."
Bottle set aside, he lifts his glass in faint toast. "Cause fuck that asshole."
cw: mention of suicide
But he does his best to conceal this reaction and keep focused as Sweeney goes on. He manages a faint smirk and a raised glass in kind.
Once he's swallowed, he muses, "I should have gotten out of there much sooner. In hindsight it seems so obviously foolish, to think I was related to any of them. And yet I let him influence so much of me." He draws his fingertip along the rim of his glass. "Perhaps someday I'll forgive him. But not anytime soon."