"Hmm, who are you again?" He asked with his nose in the air.
"Someone who doesn't answer to the likes of you," came the venomous retort.
"Okay, answer me this...why are you here, and why are there chains on me?"
He turned to observe the hovering entity. "To proposition of course, why else?" Loki looked at the young man in his midst. There was a certain familiarity about him that made him intriguing to the sorcerer. This bar the fact the man he was speaking to, was as dead as they came. Though he did want to know why this man hadn't passed on. Loki figured it might take some tact, perhaps a way with words; something he was certainly adept at.
"And the chains, well I have a plan you see," He said, raising his hands yonder. "A plan to make most wondrous things happen. No, I know what you are thinking..."
"You don't know me, you don't know anything about me." He shot back, cutting off the walking man's diatribe before he had a chance to continue.
Loki undeterred, stopped walking, and the ethereal man remained floating in his wake, as if being pulled along with the sorcerer by invisible strings. "I know of how you met your demise and what spurned you on that perilous mission in the first instance."
A cruel smile played upon his lips as he turned to face the young teenaged man that bore a strong semblance to his past youthful years, the time when he was far more innocent and yet to decimate lesser civilisations. "I know what passion drove you to do it..."
"How do you know, you been spying on me?"
"I would never waste my talents on spying...on you." He added, dryly. "Others, however lets just say, one in particular spikes my interest."
"Who is it, I could help you get him." Morro's face began to soften, his deathly pallor floated down to Loki's side. Maybe if Morro helped then this man would leave him to roam his lonely afterlife in peace.
"Names, are not important to me, I surmise that you may know him as Cole..."
Was it worth feigning ignorance on this? Morro could have easily shrugged his translucent shoulders, but he was intrigued. What was so bad that Cole had done to warrant an angry god to take a vested interest in someone such as he. "The master of earth? Why him?"
"He's the only one left that challenges my authority."
"Okay, so what do you need me to do, I'm a ghost, kinda dead?"
"Observant and astute." Loki smiled, the grin was of pure homicidal joy. "I need for you to set him up. I want him to fail spectacularly, to put his team on the line and this stupi..." He bit his tongue hard, not wanting to insult the little green ghost further. "Ahem, this quaint little realm too."
Morro wasn't an idiot, he knew this man in front of him was powerful somehow, even if he evidently despised this realm. It explained how he was able to summon him astrally. "How?"
Loki looked him up and down. Waiting for the ghost to understand, when it was apparent he didn't, Loki continued with a exasperated sigh. "You can possess things, yes?"
Morro looked hurt for a few seconds. The last time he tried possession, it didn't end so well, though he deed feel exponentially powerful as he took on Lloyd's body and the powers that had entailed. "You want me to possess Cole," He asked, unsure of the reason why. "To what end?"
Why was speaking with the dead such a chore? Loki was asking himself this same question repeatedly. This was only the second ghost he had encountered on this tiny little realm. "Yes, I want you to possess him, until the task is done, when I set it; that is."
Morro sighed and his ghostly visage slumped as realisation sank in. "I'll do it," What other choice did he have, it wasn't like he had anything else to do other than wile away his after life, floating around churchyards and ruins. Hoping that year after year, people would still remember him and his ethereal form would still remain.
On the day of the departed, the year he remembered his old master to be living, he spoke with Sensei Wu, spoke about what Day of the Departed meant for the living and for the dead. He was told that it was a way for the living to celebrate the life of the departed, to remember them and the life they had lived, the good and bad times, what made them, them. The only thing that would upset that balance would be if the person, the departed was forgotten about. Their aura, and spirit would cease to exist.
"You and I, we are not so dissimilar. We share certain...shall we say, life goals?"
"I guess." Morro said. He had nothing better to do anyway other than have a conversation with an egomaniacal God who had a chip on his shoulder. Floating around in the afterlife with the cursed realm holding him back was like floating around with nothing to do. He couldn't even sleep, his body had been doing that years. Sleep was for the dead after all.
"If it makes it any better, I am not planning on remodelling the city and its limits into my own image, why would I need? I have my own statue in Asgard for that." Loki smiled and continued. "I just require a realm to rule, benevolently...of course when I choose to visit, you know from time to time?"
Morro quirked a brow. "You know, in my time, I've a seen a few try and do what you want to do, all of them failed, they all do."
"Hmm, that may have been the case before. However, I won't fail."
"Really? Go on then, entertain me, what makes you so different from all these others who had delusions of grandeur."
"Because, unlike these so called rulers, I am a being from the likes you have never known."
"You don't look any different to the other men, other than the helmet, what is it with the strange headgear anyway?" His ghostly breath rustled Loki's jet black hair but the God didn't flinch, nor move.
"Haa, there are no men like me, I'm a God you silly boy. One of a kind." He said, creating a wisp of green magic that encircled Morro, giving his hand the sense of it being solid again. "The helm gives that position of authority. Of power and domination, all good rulers need one."
"All good rulers, are you even listening to yourself?" If Morro was going to be stuck with this man for the next few days, the least he could do was to get to know as much as he could, it may be beneficial, in a case of a coup.
"You know," Loki said, turning on his heels, with his fist clenched, biting his knuckle. "You are irritatingly annoying, for one of the deceased."
"It comes with the territory, I've nothing to lose and everything to gain."
Loki looked askance at the young man. He wasn't going to state the obvious thing that Morro would stand to lose, he hoped that the ghost might come that conclusion himself. "Have I wronged you in a past life, perchance?"
"No." Morro grumbled in response.
"Then why the animosity? I know we share certain, shall we say...goals?
"We might have done, once."
"Oh, I beg to differ." Loki smiled the most devilish grin that would have easily rivalled that of Lord Garmadon. "You see, I know that you wanted revenge, retribution, for something you were denied?"
"Maybe, I did. I got over it."
Loki smirked, shaking his head in disappointment. "No, you did not. You are still here, ergo you have unfinished business, yes?"
He conceded, begrudgingly. "Ugh fine, look where are we going?" he asked, now accepting of his fate.
"We are going to pay the ninja, a little visit. It'll be fun, I promise. Oh, and this little partnership, you are to call me by the correct title."
"Which is?" Morro asked, quirking a brow. "I'm not a slave."
"I beg to differ." Loki said, clicking his fingers as more deep stone chains appeared to drag Morro down to the ground.
"From now on, I expect you to call me either: my liege, my prince, majesty, my God, my master, and so on and so forth. You will remember this, yes?"
"Yes," Morro grumbled. "my Liege."
Loki smiled a crooked sideways smile. Why were this civilisation so easy to break? "You learn fast too, I'm impressed."
Morro and Loki. Hope you enjoyed Decembertwelve.
RandomDragom, the 44th chapter of Lost boys is there. I had some editing to do.
Jayaaaa, I'm doing a one shot with Jay and Nya and I'll be releasing that some time this weekend as part of a challenge, it involves a poorly Nya too. And, Spitfirewaterninja, sorry, Loki's evil, well he's mischievous and what better way to cause trouble than to make the ninja suffer?