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Hours pass since you last heard from Loki, and the sun beats down as hard as ever. Your chitin protects you from the worst of it, you realize, but even so, you're feeling sluggish. It becomes increasingly difficult to keep upright as you stumble and slog through the soft sand, with your heavy, segmented tail trying to throw your balance off with every step.
"Are we having fun yet?"
You stop, growling softly as you look around for the source of the voice, although in reality, you're actually somewhat glad for the break. It's not a *good* excuse to stop, but you'll take it.
Standing at the top of the dune to your right is a form you assume to be Loki. He's taller than you, though looking remarkably similar, with his gleaming red chitin, tail, and four pincered arms.
"Have you come to change me back?" you ask, both hopeful and nervous at the possibility. After all, if you make it back to civilization, you can't very well function in it with this form; yet, without this form, you might not actually make it back to civilization. A double-edged sword, as it were. Loki just leans back and laughs, clutching his sides with his pincers.
"Oh my, no! Why would I want to do that? And why would you want to?" He spreads his arms wide and looks down at himself. "Strong, armored, durable. You can handle the heat, and hold your own in battle too, if it ever came down to it. What more do you want?"
"To be human again?" you suggest wearily, tail dropping down behind to rest on the sand, propping you up somewhat as you rest your aching legs.
"To be human again?" The god snorts derisively. "You don't see me whining to be human, do you?"
"You're *not* human! And of course you won't complain. You can turn yourself into whatever you want!"
The god pauses, giving a small nod after a moment. "Okay, that's a good point. But even so, you don't see me complaining. Come on, take it like a man."
Glaring at him scornfully, you lift the end of your tail from the sand and start toward him. "Don't give me that crap. I'm twice the man you are, without powers like yours."
A somewhat surprised look flashes over Loki's face, before he grins devishly. "No, you're not twice the man I am," he says quietly, clasping his pincers behind his back as he seems to stand and wait. "But you will be."
Written by Spidaur (edited by wanderer)
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