[ open: may/june catchall ]

[dothelokimotion]

who: Loki + You
what: catchall stuff
when: Late May/Early June
where: Around
warnings: Nothing so far, but Loki is a dick so plz be warned. You're welcome to prose, but I'll be responding in brackets.


[ i - no hero ]

[ Loki loves chaos. He has no shame in that and his joy is unbridled as he reads his book during the ensuing fights, as harried citizens scream and run for their lives.

Well. He could do without the screaming. With a sigh, he sidesteps some random woman on the street as he shifts the book in his hands. What were those so-called heroes doing? Shouldn't they be all over this? How inefficient. Loki glances back. One of those creatures seem to have found her. And he'll be blamed for his inaction. From a distance, he casts a minor mirror illusion. Hopefully, she'll have enough senses to get up and run while the creatures tries to ponder the sudden appearance of his own reflection. With grim satisfaction, he turns back only to have another creature knock the book out of his hands. ]

Now that was rude.

[ His hand darts out for the creature's throat, letting the insidious cold seep out from his fingers, burning the creature from the inside. It chokes and crumple. His lips curl in distaste as he drops it. Now for his book . . . ]

[ ii - homesickness ]

[ Loki doesn't have much in the way of taste. He's not picky about food anymore and often skips meals regularly. In Asgard, meats and wines, beers and well laid tables were the staple, food wasted in its abundance. He hated it then and it still turns his stomach. Now, though, he wonders if there were different reasons it bothered him so. Some strange infernal chemistry at work in a body he barely understood. Still, the idea of looking over foods from different worlds. He listens attentively to the people ramble on. Feel free to bother him. ]

[ iii - wild card. ]

[ Loki can be found at the Gramarye Research Facility, doing magical experiments, the library with a large pile of books or Communal Housing, Floor 12. He would also be wandering the outskirts of Riverview and near the portal.

You're welcome to catch for any daily life shenanigans, plots or prijata gift giving ]

[ closed to Thor. ]

[ The existence of a magical spring had been the most engaging part of Loki's post. He hadn't expected much in terms of information. He only meant to lay the groundwork for dismissal. Treat him like a trickster, remove the trust and ultimately, ignore him. Loki finds he does his best work when he's invisible, as much as it niggles at his skin.

Unfortunately, the news spread quicker than he thought. Everyone was scrambling to find this spring. Which didn't leave much for a plan. Just Loki and his daggers out in the woods. He had survived worse in the dark, under the menacing light of Thanos. On his own. But the toll of fighting was heavy even when he succeeded with his prize: five vials to hold close.

Loki hisses as he stumbles back into the compound. Blood tricked down from a nasty cut on his forehead right down to his lips and he absently licks at it with a snarky grin. Thor wasn't the only one who enjoyed a good fight. Still, he wishes the blood from his head, trying to clear his vision. He hopes he can get back to his room or at least the labs unnoticed. Patching himself up from there should be easy. ]

Comments

[worldsaway]

[Thor has heard a lot about the magical spring in the depths of the wood, though he's made no attempt to pursue it. He can see the value in the spring, to be sure, especially for people without regenerative powers. The risk, however, is high. There are monsters, selfish beings and the risk of over-dispensing the waters from the spring could have negative impacts they don't know about.

Considering the long-term impacts of your actions is exhausting.

In any case, he's keeping an eye on the surrounding area, listening for distress called and people in need. As part of Search and Rescue, it's his duty to haul back the many people who sustain injuries in their pursuit of knowledge and power. It's busy work, but it occupies his mind well enough. He only hesitates from his routine when an injured figure looks more and more familiar in his approach from the skies.

Thor drops downward in front of Loki as he makes his way into the compound, a frown knitted on his face as he looks upon him.]

Trouble so soon?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki chuckles, a hoarse sound as he wipes the blood off with his palm. He's hardly surprised by Thor's appearance. ]

You have the instincts of a blood hound, brother. I'm fine. A few minor scratches, nothing more.

[worldsaway]

That's why they hired me. [He says plainly. This is his job, after all. It just so happens he has a particular interest in this case.]

Yes, you look fine. Better than ever. [The sarcasm is heavy-handed and he reaches out to offer Loki a brace against him, even if he's not sure he'll take the help.]

Let us make you look more respectable for your grand return.

[dothelokimotion]

[ For a second, Loki hesitates, a familiar fear rolling in his gut before he suppresses and takes the arm. He is no danger, he knows, but he rather not wobble and stumble on his own power before Thor's eyes. Still, Loki can't help his scathing rejoinders. ]

Ooooh, will there be chains? I do so miss those.

[worldsaway]

No chains. [He says with a roll of his eyes, glad for the fact that Loki doesn't fight him on the offer for help.]

There's nothing illegal about leaving. You reap what you sow out there, however. [Which leads him to the next question.]

What were you doing out there?

[dothelokimotion]

[ The cut on his forehead has yet to stop bleeding. Loki frowns as he brushes a tinge of magic over it with his finger, hoping it'll at least cease the flow. ]

Preparing my next evil plot, obviously.

[ But he offers the truth as well. ]

I heard of a magical healing spring. I needed samples for my work.

[worldsaway]

And that went well for you.

[He says plainly, dryly. He glances at Loki shifting to stop the bleeding and he reconsiders his method of transport.]

Perhaps the beasts attack you because you move so slow. [Without warning, he's hoisting Loki over his shoulder and throwing his hammer up into the air so they can fly toward the Search and Rescue quarters. Thor, at present, doesn't think Loki needs anything more than a patch up. Really, taking him to a doctor or a hospital would be an insult.

Eventually, Thor drops to the ground in front of the office and pushes his way in, inelegantly putting Loki down onto an office chair as he rifles around for a first aid kit.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Thor barely gave Loki time to react so once they land, he splutters in non-verbal rage before he sinks into the scowl with a belligerent scowl, his eyes darkening. ]

You can't simply cart people away in the air, Thor! If I didn't know better, I would have said you were raised in a cowherd's barn!

[worldsaway]

And yet I simply did. [Thor mutters, unbothered from the other side of the room before he returns with the first aid kit and takes a seat in front of Loki.

He takes out some gauze and wads it against the wound on Loki's forehead, holding it firmly to help stop the bleeding as he assess the rest of Loki's condition. He's no medic, but he's helped treat minor injuries before. One of the many things Frigga had managed to impress upon him before he went off to roughhouse and fight.]

Are you bleeding elsewhere?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Thor's touch stills him and Loki doesn't know whether to flee or lean into it. Playing Odin meant keeping his distance and Loki himself preferred that space between himself and others. But it's been a long time since he's been touched in any way that wasn't a blow or a bruising grip. His knuckles goes pale over the arm rests.

In answer to Thor's question, Loki lifts the side of his tunic. There's a tiny wound, not bleeding as profusely as the head wound, but it has stained his clothing. Next to it was an dark ugly scar — a memento from Kurse, the dark elf. ]

[worldsaway]

[Though it doesn't show in his actions, there's tentativeness in Thor's mind. A stab in the ribs is survivable, but it makes you second-guess how comfortable you get around particular people.

The thought lingers in the back of his mind, but he doesn't have any real fear that Loki will lash out physically. It's the emotional lashing out that he needs to be wary of.]

What sort of beasts did you entangle with? [He raises a brow. Now satisfied that the bleeding from Loki's forehead has slowed, he'll generously apply some disinfectant to a cotton ball and dab it on the wound. Loki's wounds heal easier than any mortal's would, but that doesn't mean infection isn't a possibility.]

[dothelokimotion]

The flying kind. My defenses have never been the best among those.

[ He hisses quietly at the touch, but at least he makes no move to bat Thor away. ]

It won't happen again.

[worldsaway]

Then next time you should not venture off alone. [Thor is fully aware that he sounds hypocritical, but as an older brother it's his job to nag and not take his own advice.

He places a small plaster over the gash and sits back to look down at the wound on Loki's side and the blood stains on his tunic.]

It will be easier if you remove your tunic. [He's trying not to let his eyes fixate on the scar.]

I have a spare shirt, unless you prefer to wear your bloodstains with pride.

Mind if I? ii. Homesickness

[legendary_hands]

[He prefers make his own food, but sometimes working in a hospital makes that pretty difficult to manage. So today, he finds himself wandering out of the smell of medicine and antisceptic to strike out and find something worth while to eat.

He's got time. So when he's really not so impressed with most venues, he lets out a soft sigh. The doctor's about to turn about and head back to his apartment to just eat there when he notices another person in this fine mess without any choice of food either.]

Nothin' struck your fancy either? [Really, he's got time, so why not get to know someone knew? Especially if this place has to be home for now. He pauses a moment then asks curiously, hoping this person isn't against the idea of talkin' to a stranger.] Is there something you're lookin' for in particular or just not hungry?

absolutely <3

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki starts a little, surprised that he has gained someone's attention before smoothing over his expression. ]

I was hoping to see food from my world though I imagine it's too far even for the likes of Riverview. As for my appetite, I fear I lost it a long time ago.

What is it you hope to find?

I love Loki, omg ;)

[legendary_hands]

[He can understand that for the most part. But he feels that maybe this gentleman means more than just being away from home for now. Likely even more than he is from Georgia when amongst the stars. So he considers it a moment before answering.]

Nothing quite ever emulates home. I was just thinkin' I'd rather be makin' food at home than buy out. [The doctor rubs at the back of his neck a moment then shrugs a little.] If you can't find what ya want, make it yourself. Or try. I'm not a horrible cook... what kind of food did you have back home that you miss?

<33

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki blinks as he tries to puzzle that out. Is . . . he offering to make food for him?? The very idea seems so ludicrous that, for once, Loki fumbles for words. He's used to being known or his reputation preceding him that he forgets that here, none of that matters.

For now. It will, eventually. ]

We kept a rich table back on my world. Meats, fruits, wines and other nectars. I suppose none of it is particularly unique.

[ Loki can't recall his favourite foods anymore. He's sure he had them, but memories of the past seem hazy. The one revelation had seeped into all his thoughts, tainting everything until Loki didn't know his past self. That's how the truth felt. Like ash on his tongue. ]

I had a fondness for seafood. That was rare and often palatable.

[legendary_hands]

Sounds like you come from royalty of some kind. Never really seen anything like that aside from movies and archive files.

[That and he's always mindful of never makin' too much or more than was needed with Jim around. Angling his head a bit, he slips down into the chair across from him and gives a slight nod at the idea of seafood and smiles a little.]

Gotta preference to how it's cooked? I've learned quite a few ways to prepare it, but it really comes down to the preference of the people eatin' it.

[He knows he could pull it off. Probably even figure out the planet wildlife and catch something fresh. But that's plans for a future dinner not current. Speakin' of...]

Sorry, forgot my manners... I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy. Probably strange someone offerin' somethin' like this.

[dothelokimotion]

[ This is the most baffling conversation he has made since coming to Riverview. He's been questioned, parried, had arguments but never anything this . . . simple or mundane. Thankfully, centuries of manners and societal graces that were instilled come back to him. ]

Not particularly. I have not been . . . picky with my food for some time now.

[ As an afterthought, Loki extends his hand. ]

. . . Loki.

[ He had considered the false name, but now he wants to gauge this strange person. See his reactions. Loki needs to know how to play, now that he's completely off-balance. ]

[legendary_hands]

Yeah, I had to stamp down preference while in space... Replicator food is less than palatable.

[Reaching out, he takes the man's hand and gives it a firm handshake. Nothing too long or lingering, just a firm shake before nodding his head. Though he pauses a second at the name and places where he's heard it before.]

Bein' in a place like this where there is no tellin' who you might meet, I don't feel so ridiculous askin' this question. But is that the same as the ancient Norse god? Sorry if that's a presumptuous question.

[Back when he was young, he read the books and stories well enough to know some of it. And honestly, he also knows there is more to life than just stories and makin' any profound leaps in judgment was just ridiculous.]

In any case, it's a pleasure.

[dothelokimotion]

[ His ears perk. Space travel. He didn't know of many mortals who attempted or even knew of such things. And here was one discussing it casually. Gently, he pulls his hand away, the stirrings of his curiosity in his eyes. ]

Likewise.

And yes, it is. We are one and the same.

[legendary_hands]

Huh, new things everyday. I know all I know is just stories, maybe someday you can clear up for me what was myth and what is reality.

[If anything, he feels more curious than anything else. And well, the man (or god, rather), seems a polite enough sort. So before makin' any assumptions he sees no reason to treat him in any other way than bein' polite.]

I'm from the twenty-third century earth... bit hard to read all the texts since the third war destroyed a good deal of literature.

[dothelokimotion]

[ He waves it off with a bemused smile. ]

I could, but where's the fun in that? Myths are meant to be open to interpretation. I'd hardly steal away one's ability to do so.

[ And he enjoyed it. The things mortals believed were so amusing. It's one of the few distinct pleasures he still held, to watch and see them puzzle out the myth from the god. ]

How many wars does your planet have? It seems endless.

[legendary_hands]

S'pose. Never took those stories seriously. More just an interest as a kid. But I always did prefer to make my own judgments than rely on possibly misconstrued information.

[It really didn't bother him none. Given a similar situation, he'd rather just get to know someone than set them straight. Tellin' stories could get tiresome. Though, that particular question and comment drew his interest.]

That was the last on earth. Planet's been pretty peaceful and united since the forming of the Federation. Only wars we tend to get tangled up in comes from other planets that value empires and conquerin' and the like. Did seem endless before... guess earth finally done had enough.

[dothelokimotion]

I am centuries-old. Misconstrued information will persist, no matter what I say.

[ That is the power of words, of the spoken tongue. Even if Loki decided to write down a truthful account (and even then, whose truth would it be?), it would be changed and warped beyond recognition in a matter of decades. A heartbeat. A song to Loki. He has no interest in guiding mankind to his truths. He has more interest in seeing what they make of his lies. ]

What is the Federation? I have never known Earth to be particularly . . . united.

[ The Nine Realms had their problems, but even they answered (more or less) to Asgard. ]