Eh-eh-eh? [ King Loki twirls on his heels and faces him finally, hand on the back of his head. he hisses through his teeth like he's just banged his knee, a thoughtful whistle escaping afterward. ] Oh, buddy, you got this all wrong. It's not like I don't like you or anything, but the whole you and me thing? Yeah, it's not really working out. You and me don't have business anymore. It's over, done, there are other fish in the sea, yadda yadda yadda hyuck hyuck hyuck. No good for either of us, so we're just gonna call the whole thi—hey!

[ Loki turns suddenly, putting all of his weight into a full-force punch to King Loki's face. there's a rush of accomplishment and victory (and the pain in his fist brings him a little more back to reality). King Loki is taken by surprise enough that he wobbles backward on his heels, toppling over into a green, furry mess and a few ow ow ow ow ow ows. his form shifts like a reflection on the water, or a pattern that the eye produces after staring too long at the sun, and he slowly gets to his knees, determined not to let that set him back.

Loki breathes, his eyes narrowing. ] You're not real.

Of course I am, but this was certainly a clever trick. [ he starts, wincing. ] Time's going to run out, little Loki. Soon enough, time will run out. It always does for those like us.