12542/Amazonian Wonders

Amazonian Wonders
Date of Scene:	22 August 2022
Location:	Sif's Ranch, Upstate New York
Synopsis:	Upon returning to Sif's ranch, Amazon.com packages galore await. Sif has some misconceptions cleared up. Loki shows up, meeting Zatanna and Jimmy, and granting gifts. Lots. Of. Gifts.
Cast of Characters:	Jimmy Hudson, Zatanna Zatara, Sif, Loki

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Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    Things had been rough that last mission and during it Jimmy Hudson had taken a good shot to the ribs that still sang like the dickens. Though, to be fair, he hadn't tried to make too much of a do about it. Instead he managed to get changed and out of his gear without too much trouble, then headed back into the Embassy's main study where people had gathered.
    It was a brief moment of respite while the big wigs did their chit-chatting, and at a glance he saw that Sif was distracted talking with her countrymen. Which had him standing near the doorway looking a little off. He rubbed the line of his stubbled jaw with one hand, pondering a few things until his gaze fell on Zatanna who just so happened to be there as well.
    Was a brief conversation. The Phys Ed teacher asking a little sheepishly if it would be alright if the Mistress of the Mystical Arts could give him a lift back to the upstate ranch that he tended to at times with Lady Sif. He figured he could make it, just driving with that burn and the healing ribs... woulda been a bear.
    Which, thankfully, she agreed to and thus opened the chance for the Canadian mutant to make his way through the magical byways and portal tunnels with Zatanna's help letting out...
    Here.
    The swirl of magic swirled to life and deposited the two heroes on the long sidewalk that wends its way from the gravel road on up to the front door of the ranch house that sits comfortably in the clearing. The silhouette behind of a large barn is seen, and there's a good amount of fencing far as the eye can see that covers the acreage that Sif calls her own.
    "So this is it." Jimmy says as he emerges, adjusting his Rangers baseball hat as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Not a bad piece of property if I do say so myself."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
    When people came tumbling out of the portal back into the Embassy, Zatanna could see the strain on their faces, and the bloodstained clothes. Worse they carried whiffs of dark magic, something akin to the worst Chaos magic in existence - skunky and persistent.

    Sif's man carried himself stiffly, hiding pain in her estimation. Zatanna had been blown back once in an explosion and suffered some broken ribs. He had the same hesitant gait and she caught him wincing once.

    Should she offer to heal him? The magician possesses the magic which doesn't make it a given that someone would like to experience it.

    But first he needed a portal. It touched her how careful and polite he was about the request. Unlike some, he realized that portaling, though something she has done many times is not as simple as filling a tank of gas.

Zee draws a line in the air and a portal forms, sizzling bright as the sun for a moment and then diminishing into a simple doorway. From pristine Embassy air with a tinge of New York traffic in the background to the deep aroma of well-tended livestock, manure and hay in an instant.

She steps out next to Jimmy and smiles. "I like it. It is beautiful."

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    The young man is recovering, healing albeit not as fast as some. But it's a steady improvement. Though he still has a small hitch in his step as he starts up that path. "She's got a good number of horses here, maybe lookin' to breed 'em down the line."
    One hand lifts as he walks, the other holding the gear pack over one shoulder that likely has his change of clothes and the equipment he used on the mission. "Property line runs along that way til you hit a brook and then creeps on up toward that bit of forest there." He gives a nod, then turns the other way, "Rest is off along there til you hit the power lines and it turns to wet lands. Not prime territory but figure mebbe some day can drain it."
    Since not normally an option for them, with people like the Asgardians on call... well their options are a bit wider.
    "But we got a lot of the grunt work done over the course of a few..."
    Of course that's the moment when his voice trails off as they climb up the first group of steps that lead to more of the pathway. Then there's another set of steps that lead up to the porch. It's just...
    Kind of hard to see the porch.
    As there is what seems like a rather prominent number of amazon boxes and packages that have filled the porch. No room on the small swinging love seat that's out front as there are four packages there. No room on the rocking chair as a couple of large cardboard boxes are piled up. There's a path to the front door, but on either side of that path are a good ten to twelve other boxes...
    Which is an exhibit of such curiousity that it has James Hudson walking up that path slowly and rubbing the back of his neck as he says low, "What... in the heck?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
    Zatanna swings beside him, head swiveling to each new point of interest he remarks on as they walk toward the house. There is nothing dutiful or forced in the exclamations she makes at the size of the trees in the wood, or the lushness of the pastures. She would spend much more time outdoors or in settings like this were it not for her work.

    The magician's booted feet make a hollow sound on the steps they climb up. She notes happily the care they have lavished on the property, knowing how busy they both are with their duties to Embassy and, in Jimmy's case, to his school.

     The well-kempt air ends when they arrive on the porch and walk into a sea of packages. Politely, Zee clears her throat and remarks, "Someone has been shopping!"

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    "This is a curiousity." James Hudson says as he stops at the front door and starts to pick up this package or that large envelope, peering at them with curiouisty. Then his eyebrows raise as he sets them back down as he answers Zatanna's words with one of his own. "Yeah..."
    Then his lips twist and he laughs a little, "I mean... yeah." Shaking his head he looks to Zatanna and says with an apologetic tone as he holds up a hand. "If you'll... I'll be beggin' yer pardon." That said he gives a nod to her as he hops off that porch and digs into his back pocket for his cell. Once he has it in hand he swipes it to life and taps Sif's number then proceeds to wait a bit until.
    "Hey. Hey it's me. Yeah." A beat, "Nah m'alright. Hey I had... well... you been to your house lately? Or seen the porch? Because..."
    Another pause then he adds, "Well because, damn girl." Though he's grinning a bit.

Sif has posed:
Back at the Asgardian Embassy, Sif was finishing up with the aftermath of their trip. She had to make sure the information was passed along to Asgard to be on watch, just in case the Dark Elves retaliated since Sif has been in their realm. And all Hel had broken loose.

'You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, and know when to run.'

The unmistakable voice of Kenny Rogers came from her bag nearby and she quickly reached in, pulling out her cellphone. Sif slid her finger over the screen to answer the call.

Priority was asking if he was alright. Which he assured her he was. She hadn't even realized he had left, which showed how hectic things had been for a time there. But when he asked the question, Sif looked a little confused. "It has been six days I believe." Six days. Hundreds of packages.

"Is something amiss? Are the horses alright?" she asked worriedly, slinging her bag over her shoulder and waving off others as she strode for the exit toward the courtyard. Though his tone did not seem concerned. She just didn't understand what 'damn girl' could be referring to. "I can be there in a moment."

And already she was drawing her sword to open a rift in the air. One side Asgardian Embassy, the other the front of her ranch house. She stepped through the rift but her expression quickly changed from worry to happiness.

"My packages arrived!" Though she was scanning them as they sheathed her sword and walked toward the steps. "Though I had not realized their number had grown so."

Loki has posed:
There are others at the embassy that.... are entirely easy to overlook. That being due to some expertly cast invisibility -- so it's hardly any surprise that such overlooking happens.

So it is that when Sif disappears nearby, the curiosity of one invisible, bored Asgardian prince is triggered. Where's she off to in such a hurry? Perhaps he should have been INVITED.

Perhaps not.

It matters not; Loki's coming along. The invisible, sleek form blends into the Embassy, with a subtle swirl, and he follows, shifting into a raven as he goes, to follow through the signs left behind by Sif. This is hardly the first (and certainly not the last) he's skimmed along in the wake of another traveling Asgardian. His arrival flexes with the magic she used, mostly hiding his presence, as he alights nearby, allowing invisiblity to subtly fade once airborne. He's visible then after an aerial little circle above, smoothly landing. He innocently grooms glossy dark feathers, the sheen of liquid green much like that off of slick, reflective-edged oil. He's perched up and out of the way, but not directly /hiding/. He'd be invisible if he were hiding. But most people don't look up. Ravens are hardly strange for Asgardians, besides.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
    There is no room to pace on the porch and get out of earshot of Jimmy's conversation with Sif. His final exclamation of, 'Damn girl," instantly makes her grin. The more she knows him, the more she likes his open, easy going nature. Some men, she had witnessed it, would have mocked the number of packages or been angry at the cost. Zqtanna has no idea of whose money was spent nor does she want to know. Still, she is curious about what prompted the huge quantities of packages.

    The ozone smell of magic paints its aroma over the clean country air. The grin disappears from Zatanna's comely face and she raises her chin, sniffing the air. Sif's arrival is expected and she can't help but smile at her glee on seeing the packages.

And yet, there is something more. Another signature, she sniffs and like all canny sorcerers looks up and searches the nearby trees. Her eyes move past the raven and then zero back.

    There.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    When Sif steps through even before Jimmy's hung up he sort of half-smiles, then gives a nod toward Zatanna. The cellphone is pocketed and he steps over to meet her, taking her hand briefly and giving it a squeeze, then stepping to fall into step by her side as she advances on the house proper.
    "Yeah, I mean I remember you telling me you ordered a few things but..."
    His eyebrows lift, "This is a bit more than a few." He moves along, not noticing the curious raven above though his nostrils flare subtly as he starts to move once again amongst the piles of freight.
    "Think you're single-handedly keeping our local Amazon branch in business all by yer lonesome." He does take a moment to shoot an apologetic nod toward Zatanna, since all she had agreed to was giving the guy a lift. Then back to Sif, "I figure you might need a hand gettin' all this squared away though."

Sif has posed:
It might seem strange for a warrior woman in full armor with a sword at her side to be all gleeful at the sight of the packages. She mounts the porch and starts picking up a box here or a padded envelope there. One box she even gives a little shake. "It is wonderful, is it not? I know what has been ordered but I do not know what is in what box. This shall be a surprise even as I am opening." If she had a concept of Christmas Morning, she might make that comparison.

That is when she spied Zatanna as well. "It is good to see you." Two and two put together for Jimmy getting here so fast. "You brought him? I thank you for your kindness. He likely needs to rest while he recovers from his wounds." And that gets Jimmy a /look/. Because she understand stubborn, as she is herself when injured, but she also is concerned about him.

She opened the front door, which wasn't locked. There were even some packages inside. Apparently some of the people that helped around the ranch during the week had 'helped'. Though it wasn't as bad as the porch.

She addressed Jimmy's observations. "Indeed. I had not realized I had purchased quite so many though it matters not. It is a noble cause in the support of such esteemed people."

Loki has posed:
The raven is entirely unconcerned with being looked at, nor does the bird seem to register those who are feasting their eyes upon his glorious plumage. Feast away.

He remains where he is, neatly perched, though he has finished his grooming, having deemed himself very elegant indeed. He observes the packages now, but without actively staring. Still, there ARE a lot of packages, which raises questions. Probably enough to where those present will ask said questions, without Loki needing to bother.

Still, he might have a fun idea. And therefore... he stays put. For the moment.

Patience.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
    Zatanna's attention is focused on the raven in his rich oily black plumage until Sif's voice brings her out of her bird watching reverie. It has done nothing, she decides. So, she says nothing. Yet.

    "It's rather like several Christmas's rolled into one, isn't it?" Zatanna observes with a bemused half-smile at the plethora of boxes around the porch. There must be an example of every packing box size in Amazon's warehouses, as well as envelopes. A Herculean shopping effort worthy of a warrior of Sif's stature.

    She waves away Sif's thanks for bringing Jimmy. "Certainly. He was in no shape to drive." But does not add, I wouldn't have missed this for the world. But, what worthy cause?

    Should she mention that she can, at the least, help those ribs knit together faster? Then something occurs to her.

    "Jimmy do you heal faster than most people?"

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    Jimmy's hands come up perhaps a sign of surrender to the sentiment that he might've been down-playing. Or perhaps a sign of innocence. Either way gets the same half-smile that may be as disarming as he can manage. After a moment he confides, "Seriously, m'ok. Just takes a lil bit a time." Which is when he gives a nod to Zatanna, "Yes ma'am, I'll be right as rain in an hour or so most likely."
    That said he follows after and can't help but laugh a little as he espies the interior and the rather... robust amount of packages on the inside as well. Shaking his head he looks back over toward Zatanna and gives a small shrug before he follows after.
    One hand sliding into his pockets once he heads on inside he steps to the side of the door and rests a hand on it to make sure it remains open for Zatanna's stroll through as well, but he does quirk an eyebrow toward Sif, "A good cause? Did you do this all for some sort of charity thing?"

Sif has posed:
"Charity?" Sif seems surprised at that suggestion and shakes her head. The front door is left open so she can start shunting packages from the front porch to the interior. If necessary, they may be piled into the spare bedroom to allow for continued use of the other rooms and room to move in the house itself. If she knew they were being spied on, she might have closed it.

"It has nothing to do with a charity. I felt it was only right to support the company. Though I do not know where they have gotten all the wonders they have available through their app," Sif explains, though it is odd to hear her use the word 'app' when her speech is usually a bit different than Midgardians.

"It is only in the recent years they have chosen to be open to the world at large, from my understanding. But their trade skills must be excellent." She ferries in a couple more packages.

"It is only right we support a fellow race of warriors such as they." And that might let the proverbial cat out of the bag. Sif's understanding of Amazon is off in left field.

Loki has posed:
Innocent raven is still entirely innocent. At least, until everyone is clearly going inside. At least, by his estimation. He's a little torn on that - moving out of easy range of observation is annoying, but leaving the porch packages in his care is nice.

Still, it appears the window is small, of the time when they are looking away, and he needs just a little window of time to execute his 'fun.'

So the next moment everyone has looked indoors... he fires off a quick little spell-- in a volley.

Abruptly, all the packages on the porch begin to duplicate, bouncing off each other, erupting into even LARGER piles. When they jar each other, again, more copies are made! They seem ... all slightly different, as if perhaps the contents were not /entirely/ exact copies.

Who KNOWS what may lie inside each package! Sif did say she lacked that mystery. Loki's helping. Loki does listen, even if he pretends to not care or listen. It's a selective hearing thing.

The package pile may block the door soon. But look at all the goodies, right?!

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
With one more upward glance at the raven, Zatanna follows Jimmy into the house where they are greeted by even more boxes of every shape and size perched on furniture around the room. Neither of them tries to hide the conversation so Zatanna listens, her interest peaking at Sif's question about charity and subsequent explanation. Her eyebrows knit in confusion at it.

"Here, let me help," she proposes and walks back out on the porch, stopping in momentary confusion at the sheer volume of boxes greeting them. Were there this many when they went inside? Instinct or chance cause her to glance at the raven.

She picks up several packages. "Where would you like them?"

    Zatanna peers around the packages piled in her arms and almost blurts warriors, and manages to shut her mouth on the word. Jimmy will get to the bottom of it.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    "Hon, I think you might be a lil confused," Jimmy starts to broach the possibility though his smile is a little wry and it's a contagious thing as warm as the Summer's day. He pauses to take a deep breath as he looks over toward Zatanna before turning back to Sif as he seems about to embark on the telling of a tale...
    When suddenly the packages behind and around them seem to take on a mind of their own!
    They start dancing and bouncing and suddenly spawning, more and more coming into play as Loki's magic manifests in a decidedly Sorcerer's Apprentice way. Which, curiously enough, surprises him despite all of the magic these last few months he's been exposed to.
    There was the Bifrost.
    Sif's sword.
    Thor's hammer.
    Dark Elf spells...
    But this was another thing entire.
    "Uhh what's going on?" He asks as he tries to help. By picking up a package. And holding it. Which doesn't really help that much at all.

Sif has posed:
"Thank you, Zatanna. Down the hall, second door on the left. It is a spare so we can fill it." Sadly, that might actually be a valid sentence with as many packages as there are. Sif was walking toward the porch again when she saw the packages seeming to move on their own. She wandered out to find packages bouncing and landing around her feet. Then realized they were spawning more packages.

"What goes here?" And her hand goes to her sword because at this rate, the packages are going to utterly bury the porch and anyone on it in a few minutes. She doesn't but she remains ready as she watches the packages in confusion.

"If I did not know better, I would think the Trickster was about," she mutters. "Though that cannot be for Loki likes the sound of his own voice too much to remain silent and hidden for this long."

Loki has posed:
Loki ... was about to start talking. The mutter entirely catches HIM, though, and he's stuck between wanting to comment and also not playing exactly into Sif's expectations.

Grrr....

.... but he can't /not talk/!

...

"...You seemed to be lacking the excitement and wonderment of what might be inside. Now, you can have that. Mysteries now abound. You're welcome," the raven decrees loftily. It's Loki's voice, he's not hiding his presence - at least not from Sif, who knows his voice quite well indeed. She'd also pick up that he's not being nasty -- at least not in his view, as he seems to playfully expect accolades.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
    The smell of ozone presaging a storm waxes in the air. The sky had been a perfect celestial blue when they arrived. It could be nothing but...magic

    Zatanna does not follow Sif's instructions but puts her boxes down wily-nilly and returns to the porch in time to see the packages' wild ballet. She dodges several to stand on the edge of the porch, peering into the tree. Nothing but magic has that particular smell of ozone.

    "Who? Thor's brother?" Sif's insult about the loquacious Trickster stirs a faint sardonic laugh from her. The laughter cuts off at the sound of Loki's inimitable voice voiced by the raven.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    As for Jimmy he scoops up one of the bouncing packages and tucks it under one arm. Then he grabs another from almost hopping off a shelf on the wall and catches it before it smashes into the coffee table. He continues to collect packages in similar ways until he seems well and duly encumbered though he tries to bring them to a clear space on the floor and unloads with a tumble and thud of cardboard and wrapping tape.
    One of the packages bumps into his shin and he gives it a small /kick/ in the side before he moves along to start saving a few more, "So this is... Loki?" He asks with a little bit of incredulity, peeking down under the porch awning to see the raven, but then another package thumps into the side of his head and he catches it at the last moment.

Sif has posed:
Speak of the Trickster.

Sif honestly had thought if it was him, he would hold his tongue just to spite her. Yet, he had subverted her expectations. Admittedly, she had hoped it might bait him had it been his doing. She just didn't think he would!

"Aye, Loki. Loki, do come down and introduce yourself to my friends," she called to the tree where the raven rested. Had the voice not come from the beast, she'd not have known it was him. Ever was the way with his shapeshifting. "I thank you for your wishing to enhance my experience. Though I would like to be able to open the packages I had ordered. The extras will take up more hours than there are in the day so please remove your spell? Or better, remove your spell and the packages I did not order?" Reasonable and polite. Showing the respect he obviously felt he was due for granting such a boon with his gifting spell.

Loki has posed:
"Prince Loki of Asgard, yes," Loki says, with a tangible pride to the tone, that Sif not be adding his important titles when she introduces him. As if he were common rabble. Not invited, and then lacking in titles! Still, Loki didn't snarl at Sif for it, so she may recognize that she's on the right track overall.

It wouldn't be Loki without SOME correction, and this is pretty mild.

The raven remains where it is, but Loki himself appears... to the left, on the porch, seated on a stack of packages that don't duplicate at his touch. "/Remove/? That insults the gift. I will cease the duplication, though, if you feel you have enough to sate your wish for mystery," Loki says benevolently, with a fanning gesture. The duplication stops... but the array of packages remain. A castle of cardboard and tape.

Loki himself is dressed cleanly, though it is more modern fare than the others may have expected from an Asgardian. Black suit, sleekly tailored, dark hair long and tidy. He doesn't remind in particular of the Loki that assaulted New York on a quick glance (lacking the armor and horns...) but yes, same voice that commanded New York to surrender in 2018, not that long ago.

So, there's that.
"Greetings, Sif friends." Dry, but with the 'tolerance' of royalty.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
    This family surpasses any oddities she may have grown up with, she decides, tapping a finger to her lips to cover a smile. Zatanna's eyebrows rise at how carefully Sif handles the overblown ego in the raven. She had only met him once and even that glimpse of him from afar had informed her of how capricious he could be.

    The packages stop their waltz on his arrival.

    Elegant is the first word that springs to mind as Zatanna examines the man. Tailoring as austere and well-fitted as her own clothes.

    The magician composes a gracious smile for him, "Prince Loki. A pleasure."

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    The latest handful is deposited on a bit of floor that's more clear than the others, then once that's done Jimmy straightens up and dusts his hands off and steps up to stand beside Sif and Zatanna. He lifts a hand in greeting then gives a firm nod as he says, "Good to meet you, sir."
    Terribly polite.
    Though he does spare a sidelong glance for Sif, clearly taking his read of the situation off of her lead and since she seems a little on edge he seems to be too. Though he doesn't offer any words beyond what has been given.
    He returns his hands to his pockets in that instinctive idling posture, trying to wrangle in his mind which way this situation might kick.

Sif has posed:
"Of course." Sif says in regards to Loki's title. Though to her, he's Loki most of the time. Just as Thor is Thor, not Prince Thor. Though Odin is King so he gets far more respect than the two brothers she grew up around. They were family, though not by blood. Despite the various attempts to harm each other through the centuries.

Asgardians. Gotta love 'em.

"Prince Loki, it is my honor to present my friend Miss Zatara, practitioner of magic. Though in this realm, I believe it is often considered a sleight of hand? Not true magic." Which Sif does know better but she doesn't want to give away Zatanna's secrets. They are for the woman to share if she chooses. Sif's tone is formal though, the introductions a rite that she must follow for propriety.

She motions to Jimmy. "Mr. Hudson. An educator of youth in the scholarly pursuits." As opposed to teaching them sword or magic. "My friend and Honey Bunny." Stated completely straight faced and the final two words are given a tone such as it being a title.

Loki has posed:
Loki gives Jimmy a sort of mildly disinterested half-smile that he uses with humans that don't interest him much. Sif's seen it plenty of times. It's non-aggressive. But eh, human. "/Officially/ a bunny...? Interesting. ...Don't tempt me." Loki's teasing. Mostly. It IS tempting. But he doesn't shapeshift anyone. He can save it for another time.

Loki orients almost entirely on Zatanna, then, at her gracious smile, and more fully takes her in. He echoes her smile plus a bit more, which suggests his awareness of HER, too. She's not a 'ug human'. "Zatara, yes. Quite a pleasure," Loki answers, without clarifying if HE is the pleasure, or if she is, or both. Wordplay is fun, as are double meanings. His attitude is gallant, appropriately princely.

"I do want to add that ONE of the parcels does contain something very special. And I say that without sarcasm, and sadness that you may not believe me... but you will when you discover it," Loki assures Sif serenely.

"Please, DO enjoy your ...unboxing party," Loki adds, emerald eyes panning over the items, which suggests if they don't push, he'll leave them be.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
    At Sif's introduction and Loki's oh so gracious greeting, Zatanna's performs a stage flourish and bow, her rich black hair falling around her face. Rising she brushes it back and returns Loki's gaze steadily with her own.

     Then, she tips her head slightly at Sif for not giving her abilities away. Will Loki sniff out her innate power or be too full of himself to care, she wonders.

Zatanna bites her lip and makes a small sound deep in her throat at Honey Bunny said with such seriousness.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    Jimmy had been following the rhythm of the introductions, nodding at points and looking over at Zatanna when she was given hers. Then when it's his turn he almost misses what she says since he's rehearsing in his head what he's going to say. So he starts out, "Prince Loki..."R    But then the words echo in his head and his lips part as he /coughs/, then looks down and coughs again as he smiles a little pained, then leans over and says to Sif in a tone of voice that's explanatory and gentle. "That was..."
    A beat.
    "That was kinda a joke, darlin'." Defaulting into his accent and patter, but then he leans into it. Owns it.
    "But yeah. My significant. Ahem. Honey bunny." Said with a straight face, though his brow knits at the end. Punctuated with a nod as if to say, 'that's right.'

Sif has posed:
"It was?" And now Sif is confused anew. She considers Jimmy carefully. But then he just owns it and takes his title though she shelves that for discussion later.

She did catch the look from Zatanna but does nothing to return it for she does not want to have Loki catch such interplay. He is entirely too observant, often picking up on the tiniest of things. And honestly, Sif might not have actually hidden anything with the abilities of the trickster. He may well know more, which given his dismissal of Jimmy and attention to Zatanna it seems likely.

Then her attention is back to Loki. "No, no actual bunnies, please. I thank you again for your thoughtfulness and I look forward to opening your gifts." Even if it might take her a couple of weeks to find the one good one!

Loki has posed:
"Jokes about your significance? Hm," Loki observes thoughtfully, his tone a small dig into their confusion or lack of communication. "/Well/, be good to dear Lady Sif, or ... consequences," Loki says. His tone is very strange - there's a flippant quality, but also a sort of hard THREAT under it that leans into that personality that ... murdered a lot of people during the New York situation.

But the smile remains, drifting back to Sif. Gallant. With that undertone of bite. Sif can have TWO Asgard princes looking out for her, in their very different methods. Whether she likes it or not.

"Excellent," Loki says, as she says she'll enjoy it. He's amused by that, and his little trick today. With that, he steps back, and there's a flux of Asgardian magic, as he disappears - taking the raven with him.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Introductions made, packages settled more or less though the mystery of the charitable Amazons has not been laid to rest, it is time for her to take her leave. Zatanna eyes flicker to Jimmy after Loki's blatant threat to gauge his reaction. Then, the black prince is gone and tension seems to ease from the air.

"Thank you both for having me to your farm. It's lovely. And" her gaze sweeps the cluttered porch, "you have a lot to do. So I will be on my way."

     She walks down the steps, then, traces a shimmering purple line in the air, takes a step and is gone.

Jimmy Hudson has posed:
    As for Jimmy? He takes it in stride with a deep breath, and then a sloooow exhalation that seems to just say 'of course, another Asgardian prince that hates my guts.' His eyes linger for a time on the place where Loki disappeared, then he catches Zatanna's words.
    "Thanks for the lift, Miss Zatara. I appreciate it."
    Though quick as that she's already fading. Which leaves him here with Sif.
    And the boxes.
    Another deep breath then he turns and starts to walk after Sif as they move to tend to all the packages, "Hon, you do know that Diana and her people don't run Amazon.com, right?"