[ Loki's fingertips weave green light around the thick scaly throat, lighting it up so he can see through it like an x-ray, weaving his magic through flesh so that Godzilla will feel the icy chill of it like the lapping waves of the ocean. The murmured Asgardian words are thick and lyrical as Loki slips into his own language, and rising up behind him the Norn Stones wink into existence, covered in carvings. The stones turn green to match his sorcery and as Loki ties in Godzilla's ability to speak to his loyalty to Loki, the seiðr spell seeps into the vocal chords specifically.
The Norn Stones vanish like dying stars and Loki steps back, eyes glowing green as his hands drip sparkles of verdant starlight. The space around them smells strongly like pine woods and snow. ]
I give you the gift of language, long used by dragons. Speak then, cousin of Fafnir.
[ Not the best role-model, but a solid reference in the moment. ]
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The Norn Stones vanish like dying stars and Loki steps back, eyes glowing green as his hands drip sparkles of verdant starlight. The space around them smells strongly like pine woods and snow. ]
I give you the gift of language, long used by dragons. Speak then, cousin of Fafnir.
[ Not the best role-model, but a solid reference in the moment. ]