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[entrailbound]

There is a globe sitting in front of Loki, who is lounging cross-legged against a wall, idling spinning the globe before him. Despite the casual air, his eyes are intent on it, and every once in a while he reaches to stop the orb from turning. His finger always stops at New Mexico.

Dozens of books lie scattered around him, all in different languages. One or two of them seem unbearably old, more in place under a glass case in a museum than lying carelessly on the floor, even the floor of a pan-dimensional room. The Norns knew where he retrieved them from.

Presently he picks a scroll up to read. Hardly an inviting scenario,but it's unlikely he will chase a curious passer away.

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[sinnersalwayspay]

[A girl enters through a door, a trio of books in one hand and papers sliding up from her other arm. She notices right away she's not where she supposed to be, and whirls to grab the door. Too late, it's shut. She carefully sets everything down, and gives the handle a hard tug. It doesn't move. She repeats the process with the same results.]

Wait until your door comes back, they said. That sounded so easy.