Post by Locke on Feb 1, 2021 21:19:11 GMT
I know it… I know it! Locke thought to himself.
He sat at one of the tables in the typical saloon. Was it a real one? Or was it all created by The Trickster that he knew he was… a sinister smile coming across his face. Locke clenched his fist and pounded it against the table, pounding down the glass of whiskey! He slammed the empty glass back down to the table and began laughing to himself.
“I know it!” Locke shouted aloud.
“What?” an intruding voice projected. Did the vessel that exerted the question have a soul? Or was it Locke’s own inner thoughts talking to himself? Not important.
Locke looked at the figure, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, “I know… what I must do… y’see, these people, these fans. Midgard. They ain’t gon’ believe me when I tell them who I am. They ain’t gon’ believe that I am the real God of motherfucking Mischief, and I will damn well see them cryin’, beggin’, and pleadin’ for mercy when I get bored. They gon’ pray… that I don’t get bored… lest we have Ragnarök on our hands, an’ then I’m gon’ have to deal with the whole end o’ days. D’ya understand?”
“What must you do?”
“By golly, that’s the most simple answer… Odin ain’t gon’ try to silence me because he surely knows what I know.” Locke stalled, and tapped his finger against his cranium, “I don’t have to hide. I don’t have to. They’re gon’ think it’s an act, y’understand? I’m gon’ tell them. I’m gon’ tell them who the fuck I am. An’ let me tell you: not one of those souls are gon’ know that I ain’t playin’. Goddamn it! I AM LOKI! An’ if this Nick Danger wants to go toe-to-toe with a God… with… the… God… of Gods an’ Monsters, well, who am I to disappoint? I’ll get that boy in the ring an’ show him he should mind that tongue of his.”
While still laughing and chuckling to himself, Locke pats the back of the man beside him.
“The whole IWF world is gon’ hear the truth… an’ they ain’t gon’ believe me. I’m here to stay, baby! Loki… is… here to stay… Get the camera ready. An’ prepare to show… no… mercy. Heh.” Locke said as his finger traced the rim of his glass, still chuckling to himself while counting the time down to when he and Abraxes would step back into the ring to unleash carnage.
He sat at one of the tables in the typical saloon. Was it a real one? Or was it all created by The Trickster that he knew he was… a sinister smile coming across his face. Locke clenched his fist and pounded it against the table, pounding down the glass of whiskey! He slammed the empty glass back down to the table and began laughing to himself.
“I know it!” Locke shouted aloud.
“What?” an intruding voice projected. Did the vessel that exerted the question have a soul? Or was it Locke’s own inner thoughts talking to himself? Not important.
Locke looked at the figure, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, “I know… what I must do… y’see, these people, these fans. Midgard. They ain’t gon’ believe me when I tell them who I am. They ain’t gon’ believe that I am the real God of motherfucking Mischief, and I will damn well see them cryin’, beggin’, and pleadin’ for mercy when I get bored. They gon’ pray… that I don’t get bored… lest we have Ragnarök on our hands, an’ then I’m gon’ have to deal with the whole end o’ days. D’ya understand?”
“What must you do?”
“By golly, that’s the most simple answer… Odin ain’t gon’ try to silence me because he surely knows what I know.” Locke stalled, and tapped his finger against his cranium, “I don’t have to hide. I don’t have to. They’re gon’ think it’s an act, y’understand? I’m gon’ tell them. I’m gon’ tell them who the fuck I am. An’ let me tell you: not one of those souls are gon’ know that I ain’t playin’. Goddamn it! I AM LOKI! An’ if this Nick Danger wants to go toe-to-toe with a God… with… the… God… of Gods an’ Monsters, well, who am I to disappoint? I’ll get that boy in the ring an’ show him he should mind that tongue of his.”
While still laughing and chuckling to himself, Locke pats the back of the man beside him.
“The whole IWF world is gon’ hear the truth… an’ they ain’t gon’ believe me. I’m here to stay, baby! Loki… is… here to stay… Get the camera ready. An’ prepare to show… no… mercy. Heh.” Locke said as his finger traced the rim of his glass, still chuckling to himself while counting the time down to when he and Abraxes would step back into the ring to unleash carnage.
Well howdy there pardner.