What I wrote last night

Loki played without a strategy of his own, moving almost randomly.  Though he still played with little mercy, pointing out errors and bad moves as he took each piece from the field.  Even as Sigtrygg swore at him, he laughed, and Loki sacrificed enough of his own pieces to keep him engaged.

"You bastard!" Sigtrygg shouted when Loki took his last piece.

"Move over," Ozur said, nudging him with his elbow.  "I can beat him."

Loki said nothing, and reset the board.  He played just as chaotically as he had before, allowing pieces to be taken and ignoring obvious moves for the sake of entertainment.

"Move your back row, you coward!" Ozur shouted, leaning over the table in a mirror of Loki.  

They both held their weight over the board with hands planted on either side of it, invading one another's space with each move.

"Are you sure you want me to?" Loki asked, holding one hand over a piece.

"Move it!" said Ozur.

Loki did, jumping over four of his pieces.  As Ozur shouted at him, Sigtrygg and Vigdís broke into peals of laughter.

"Is this what you think beating him is?" Vigdís asked.

"Shut up!" Ozur shouted.

Loki let him take a few more pieces before ending the game.  While Ozur made noises about cheating and rigged games, Loki turned to Vigdís beside him and held out his hand toward the other side of the table, gesturing for her to take the next turn.  Slowly, she stood and moved to the other side, looking down at the board.

"May I be silver?" she asked.

"Absolutely," Loki said, switching up the pieces so he had the pennies.

She had been quietly watching the other two during their turns, and was slower to make her moves.  Loki changed nothing, moving the first piece his eyes fell on, and playing with no goal at all other than entertainment.