(closed) tell me you've never loved me, tell me it was just a lie

[ikols]

who: loki and billy
what: escapades
when: llllate because NERDING OUT HAS NO CURFEW and neither does thievery
where: sanctum sanctorum
warnings: tba

[ With the sleeves of his shirt smoking and hair singed, a burn stripes down one side of Loki's face from temple to jaw as he barges into the Sanctum at ass o'clock, stripping off his coat to stamp on the blackened parts. Shit. The shadowthread will need reworking. That's going to be time-consuming. His hot vest makes a loud clatter when he dumps the too-warm scalemaille in haste, climbing the stairs as he makes his way toward a working bathroom (not the acid one). By the time he passes multiple doors and makes it to his destination, his eye is stinging and Loki drops to his knees by the sink, elbows hooked over the edge.

When he isn't so dazed he stands and peers into the mirror at the mess several would-be Hel Hounds have made of him, their breath particularly nostalgic from a bird's-eye perspective but never so close up. They weren't purebreds, of course, some moon-twisted Silent Hill remake of Thori, more like split-mouthed hyenas than anything ...

He's glad those jaws never took purchase. He would have totally shredded his coat, never mind his arm.

Making more noise than usual as he goes about washing his wound, disorientated, the godling yelps and curses without any volume control because either Sam is around visiting Stephen and will come by to help or Loki is home alone while the sorcerer is off with his squeeze on a horrendously normal date. Blood drips red onto ceramic, a sheen of blue caught in it when the electric lights shine a certain way.

Above all, Loki sincerely hopes there is some ice cream left in the unchained fridge. ]

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[ikols]

[ Prepare to have that hand licked in retaliation!! That's what you get. ]

I avenge what I want, William Kaplan!

[ The ghosts of fear are better banished by the horseplay than any brooding could have accomplished, with the fondness he exudes for Billy overwriting bad experiences in the jungle tonight. Here is home, here is safe. ]

[wiccant]

( gross. still, a smile twists up the corners of his mouth as he shifts up onto his knees, moves a hand over to shoo elliot away before he gets stuck in this mess and shoves hard onto loki, tries to push him over into the pile of books to his side. )

Oh, yeah? Then I'll avenge these books. ( by digging his fingers into loki's side. tickle attack. )

[ikols]

Oh, ouch, you shit, these have edges!

[ Wheezing his way through a pitiful mix of laughter and whimpers, he falls down easily with the push as though mortal too. Arms wrap around his sides for protection and he brings up a knee to shove at Billy's hip. ]

Dirty cheating witch, burn you at the stake ... on a steak, with barbecue sauce, over illegally acquired pages!

[wiccant]

( physically speaking--loki has several inches, a lot more muscle, and asgardian strength over billy. if he'd wanted to, he could have easily fought him off, thrown him across a room--whatever. which means all his bickering is just. bickering. lips purse together as if he's fighting hard not to laugh himself but he's not stopping. not even when loki's knee hits against his hip, weight shifting back for a moment before his hands move up to loki's ribcage. )

Now you're threatening to burn them? You're really not helping your case here! Maybe I should shove you into some other edgy books.

[ikols]

I'm very soft and bruise easily, have mercy.

[ Funny because Billy can and has bruised him with a punch in the past, unexpectedly. Rolling around on the floor, he barks out a loud startled laugh as those hands tickle higher and then real effort goes into escaping. ]

Billy, no!

[wiccant]

You're not soft, but I'll show you bruises.

( no, no he won't. not intentionally anyway. this loki is much better; much nicer than the sad, burned loki of just a little while ago. he rolls, and billy's relentless tickles follow, moving up higher. )

I've got two younger brothers back home, remember? Tickle fights are one of my specialties. ( a low, thoughtful hum, fingers digging in hard into his ribs. ) Beg for mercy and swear to stop tearing pages out of books, and maybe I'll stop.

[ikols]

[ It's been a while since anyone tickled Loki and the result is much the same as ever, someone unaccustomed to hands roaming his body without ire, over-sensitive as he gurgles an apology and tries to ball up like a breathless turtle. ]

I, I promise to be good! I swear!

[ Some of those high-pitched squeals are not heard on any battlefield. ]

[wiccant]

( victory is his. loki rolls over and billy's raising his hands off of him, lips still twisted into a grin that looks more smug than anything else. he'll have to remember that for later: that beating loki's as easy as tickling him into submission. not in all cases, but--this is good enough for him. )

Don't forget "Billy Kaplan wins, I admit defeat."

[ikols]

[ The moment his release is a sure thing he sprawls out on the floor to catch his breath, draping a long leg over Billy's lap because there just isn't enough room for a god to crash on this floor. ]

... Billy Kaplan admits his crushing defeat.

[ Isn't that right? Oops. ]

[wiccant]

I think you need to get your ears checked!

( loki's sprawl gives him ample skin to go for next--so he goes for the area between his hip and where his ribcage begins, digging his fingers in to tickle him again. if loki's not going to admit defeat, then there is no time for him to rest! )

[ikols]

[ This time Loki is ready for him, using his natural speed and strength to snatch at an offending wrist and push Billy sideways with his greater bulk, inverting their position.

All to blow a raspberry in the junction of his neck. Devious, like that. ]

[wiccant]

( it's super effective!!

loki definitely has the upper hand with strength and speed and billy--expects some retaliation, but there's nothing he can really do like this, either. loki's faster, stronger, built tougher, and billy's down on the ground, any attempts to stifle his laughter are pointless, because loki's won this battle. he turns his head, presses lips together to try and muffle his own choked laughs, but it's ineffective and doesn't get him anywhere for long.

still, he's raising his free hand, shoving it into loki's forehead at the same time his knee bends and a foot raises to press his heel into loki's side, to try and shove him off. )

Now who's--haa--who's cheating?!

[ikols]

[ Licking his lips in a show of triumph, a winded noise echoes the shoving and he goes with it to flop at Billy's side but he quickly starts piling books on top of Billy's belly. Entombing him in tomes! Ha. ]

You, the council has spoken and your fate is to be buried alive with the dusty books you love so much ...

[wiccant]

( two seconds to take a breath in, steady himself--and by then he's already covered in books. thanks loki. billy presses a forearm against the ground, moves to shove himself back up despite the pile growing on his stomach. )

I'm not sure if I trust this counsel's decision!

[ikols]

[ These poor books, they never asked to be minions in a battle of flirts. ]

I'm not sure Knights of the Tickle are granted opinions in this fiefdom!

[wiccant]

( why is he not using magic in a battle against loki. billy raises a hand, blue wisps curling in the air around it and the faint scent of ozone following after as the books piled on his stomach raise, hover in the air just above him for a moment as billy moves fast, hands moving for loki's ribcage once more. )

You can't just invalidate my opinions, Loki!

[ikols]

I can when it's my kingdom, [ yelping when captured, he cackles and tries to give Billy some of his own medicine by tickling his waist, ] welcome to Asgard, asshole!

[wiccant]

( this is it. this is how they die: surrounded in old dusty books, having tickle wars. billy laughs just as hard, tears prickling the corners of his eyes from how hard he's laughing and it really only gets worse as loki keeps talking through it. he has to stop for a moment, take a deep breath in, chokes mid breath because loki's still going at it and-- )

This--isn't even Asgard! ( if it was he wouldn't be sitting here having wars with loki! ) This's, ( hands up loki's ribs, that seemed to be where he was sensitive most before. when he speaks again, magic laces his tongue, though it's a little hard when he can't breathe. ) uh--for. for Narnia?

( which shifts the entire area around them to a wide open field, grassy plains, and forestry around it. it's an illusion, obviously, but it's a very nicely made one. )

[ikols]

[ Giggling like mad doesn't dissolve much when the scenery changes and he peers around, huffing, impressed by the illusion but also focused on capturing Billy's hands and dragging him down for a peck on the nose.

Smooch, you lose! ]

Glad you didn't say Mordor.

[wiccant]

( he's out of hands, alas. loki holding onto his hands means he's also out of them, so. billy's nose wrinkles when loki's lips presses to them, letting out a low huff as he catches his breath. )

Call it a tie?

[ikols]

[ His fingers lace with Billy's as their breathing returns to normal in a Narnian field and Loki's smile touches his eyes as he grins up at the relentless, sweet young man fussing above him. ]

Yes, I call a draw too. Can you teleport us into the lounge? I don't have the strength and this fake grass is awfully hard on my coccyx.

[ Like the ground really belongs to a library or something. Note to self: assist Billy with projecting wholesome illusions. ]

[wiccant]

( it takes a moment, panting hard through his mouth, to steady his breathing. but billy takes it as a win despite the draw; there’s nothing fake about the grin on loki’s face, he’s not sitting in a bathroom covered in gross splotchy burns and looking about as depressed as an abandoned puppy in a cardboard box. )

Maybe your coccyx deserves the discomfort. ( for being a huge dick. but whatever. billy shifts his weight, presses it down against one of loki’s hands as the rest steadies back onto his knees. )

I’ll need a hand.

[ikols]

[ Why is it always the salty ones Loki is attracted to, wow. ]

My coccyx is offended, you'll have to apologise later.

[ One of Billy's hands is released and that means Loki's finds a home patting the witch on his leg, resting on a thigh as he sits up a little to avoid banging his head on whatever surface Billy exchanges the not-grass for. ]

[wiccant]

Your coccyx can handle it. ( because loki’s salty, clearly. but there’s still a grin on billy’s lips as he takes that hand back, raises it up as blue sparks of magic encircle his fingers. he murmurs the spell soft under his breath, encircles them in a soft sphere of blue for just a moment before they’re shifting from one room to another entirely--the lounge.

at the very least, loki’s back hits the sofa when they reappear, which leaves billy on his knees beside it. ) Freyja’s not going to eat Elliot, is she? I really don't want that to go down on my pet-owning record.

[ikols]

[ He drinks in every iota of Billy's magic, letting it settle over him like a balm atop the healed wounds. Extra comfort. The lounge itself is cosy and modern with a huge TV screen hitched to the wall opposite the large couch, upon which Loki scoots back to make room for Billy. ]

She knows the difference between a fox and a dog, and she met Elliot before. Worst comes to worst, they'll mess up more of the books.

[ Dragging a blanket off the back of the sofa, he pats the cushioning to invite Billy up. ]

I, er, usually turn the TV on with magic, but we may require the remote this time ...