I'm not evil, you vile little creature!

With far too many books stacked on his bed and a completely unhelpful magpie on his wardrobe, Loki felt perfectly prepared to begin working with Tara on her magic.

And possibly learn just a bit himself.

"This is not a good idea," the magpie informed him, feathers fluffed up to emphasize his opinion.

"Duly noted," Loki replied, sitting down on the floor to place a towel down. Just in case. He didn't need to upset his delicate roommate after all.

[[Open! Talking magpie NFB, please]]

Why did Loki do it? No one knows. He faced a mad creature with the power of a star piled upon star. A creature that he brought down upon Asgard. A creature that brought down Asgard. He faced it... and was reduced to a scream on the wind, shrill enough to draw tears from those who prayed for his death.

( Seven magpies looked back at the remains of this earthly Asgard. )