(I know that I will never, ever have any plausible context to use these gifs
but they amuse me.)
“To underestimate your opponent, whatever relationship you may have to them, is a mistake,” Loki said, giving a slight smile. He had found that out the hard way. Sometimes though, he wondered if maybe when he had been fighting… He had wanted to be defeated.
When again Johann spoke, Loki laughed slightly in return, “…I did not handle it better. I went insane…Twice, if I recall correctly.” That was all before he came to be in the Titan’s presence… Of course, he could only remember fragments of that time, so it was entirely possible that his sanity had lapsed, and returned, only to cycle through again, more than just the second time.
“Relationships?” the Trickster quirked a brow at that, tilting his head only a fraction of a degree to one side as he spoke, “…What do you mean, precisely?” It was a perfectly harmless question, but at the same time, there was slight cause to speculate as to it’s meaning… After all, he was supposed to be their great enemy… That was intended to be the only relationship they had… But of course, nothing was really ever that simple.
“Relationships… As in are they simply professional or are you all friends now?” The mental image he had… All the Avengers sitting around a table and sharing tea. And then there was Loki among them. Somehow, that didn’t quite fit. At least in the Red Skull’s mind.
the-adolf-hitler asked: MARCHES THROUGH ASK BOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! stops..."oooooooooo Das ein nice suit..."
Herr Hitler? *clears throat* Ja, danke…. What are you doing here exactly?
Johann smiled briefly. She was so honest. Sometimes it was to the point of naivety, but he wasn’t complaining.
When she nudged him, he patted her neck. “It’s alright. It was just a maid. I dismissed her for the time being.” He tightened his robe and stepped outside so the two could enjoy each other’s company without forcing Sleipnir to be a human.
“I have a question for you as well, but it can wait for just a moment…” He sighed and took out another cigarette as he stepped slowly down a path to the garden. Lighting it, he began to answer the mare, “Something has indeed happened. I recently lost some land to my enemies.” After a drag, smoke clouded around them but barely lingered.
A snort left her at the sweet burning smell tickled at her nose, she minded his smoking not for it was better than burning other things. Sleipnir was not surprised he had lost land however. “All must lose something in order to gain in return. War is a greedy mistress in terms of fortune, she will take from those that display their power proudly.”
She though that it might come ‘round and bite him at some point, that pride of his. Though she could relate, too many wounds she had earned because she was so full of pride on the field of battle. “Nothing is exempt from her talons, But her rewards are high and bountiful if her game is played right.”
He tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette and nodded. “I suppose you are correct… No, I don’t suppose. I know you are correct.” He looked around his grounds and brought the cigarette to his lips again. “I simply didn’t anticipate certain elements of said game. It won’t happen again.”
Johann thought for a moment to remember the encounter. “Well… He greeted me, and greeted him… Then I asked him about his culture and the Necromongers.”
“I can’t imagine why Necromongers would be interesting. If they are such a powerful race how is it that I was able to kill their Lord Marshal.” He crossed his arms.
“You’re the one that killed him?” Now he was intrigued. “You actually are skilled then.”
“Gut,” he said in his native tongue. “We are equal then…” He stared at her a little longer before sighing and crossing his arms. “You won’t be leaving any time soon, will you?”
“Equal?” Lucy had spoken in a rather angered tone when he said that, she glared at him and shook her head. “I’m not equal to you humans in any way, only because i agreed not to kill you, doesn’t mean that i’m the same as you…”
“Fine,” he mumbled with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t really think they were equal either. He was above her, of course. “Then do me a favour and leave.”
Her eyes widened. ”Hans Landa is here? Now?” Of all the things she expected to hear, it was not that. ”How? When I knew him in the 1940’s, he was already a middle-aged man. He’s got to be long-dead by now.”
Johann’s face hardened. He hated when conversations about him went a different way. “We both had our shares of experiments and accidents.”
“What kind of experiments?” She was curious now. There was something about this man that seemed…off, somehow. ”What kind of accidents, Herr Schmidt?”
He furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes at the woman. “None that concern you, Fräulein…!” Johann wanted to just walk away and leave the conversation. He had nothing further to say to someone like her. But then again, he would be leaving her alone. Without supervision.
Johann felt awkward. “I see…”
Vaako waved it off as nothing. “All in the past.” He then looked the man in the eye. “You are a smart man, smarter then most of the people of earth.”
Now the Red Skull grinned. “A grand compliment, thank you.” He bowed his head again. Of course Johann knew he was smart, he simply didn’t say anything to acknowledge it. That would be a little arrogant.