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

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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( 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!

[ 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!

( 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!

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!

( 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. )

[ 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.

( 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?

[ 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. ]

( 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.

[ 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. ]

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.

[ 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 ...

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Think of how much less tired you’d be if you just asked me to come with you. ( if loki wouldn’t go outside in the woods alone and come back a mess. maybe billy isn’t the sneakiest, but he can be if he feels like it. though the idea of them ruining books is a little better (no one ends up snakefood, at least), it’s not an ideal outcome. freyja seems like a responsible snake, though. it’ll be fine. billy stands himself up, grabs onto the tv remote before making himself comfortable on the couch and holding the remote out for loki. ) You wouldn't even need this. Not that I'm vouching for using magic for every day activities.

Turning on Netflix with magic is hardly going to break the sorcerous bank. Anyway, you're my backup witch tonight, so it's fine.

[ It's with a yawn that he hooks an arm around Billy's waist to attempt to drag him closer, playful in the absence of his moodiness; Billy banished that glum outlook with tickles and now he has to deal with a spirited Loki who wants more of his attention, heartened to seek it out.

The remote is declined. ]

You choose.

( he’s starting to understand where the dates comment had come from. loki’s gotten—abnormally clingy in the amount of time between now and when he’d last seen him. to billy, the difference is definitely noticeable; less than two weeks ago, loki was twelve..ish, physically. he was yelling about breakfast meats and waving his arms around stupidly to distract them, pulling nonsense out of nowhere. now he’s grabbing onto billy, holding him close, intertwining their fingers and clinging on tight. his face twists into an unpleasant expression when he’s dragged in, but there’s no struggle, no voiced words telling loki to fuck off.

which means he’s fine as he is. if billy wanted him off, he’d get loki off of him. )

I’m not your backup witch. ( but he’s pointing the remote to the television, turning it on and sifting through the menu to find netflix and open it up, idly browsing through a few of the categories. ) Any preferences?

[ Blocking out the lies that have shaped his life, how every step was a manipulation on his mother's part and a future King Loki to break him down, this is vastly preferable even if he tucks his head onto Billy's shoulder so he doesn't have to see that look of consternation when Loki fusses to be held. It's embarrassing but Billy would tell him No if he really didn't want him around, Loki trusts that honest streak in him more than anything else. The Sanctum is safe, a cave of overlapped wards and magical barriers designed to keep out threats, and after being tickled on the library floor he feels a million miles away from being tortured by flames. Or their memory during his latest screw-up in the jungle.

Far more secretive and scared than he was in the guise of a child when Billy last saw him, he still acts up to cover his failings. Trixie is one big bandage holding fast to the idea that Loki is a party animal, but nobody has guessed otherwise yet. He doesn't turn into a touchy-feely octopus around many people, and the ones he did ... They're gone. ]

Something with explosions so we don't have to think too much, it's late.

[ Where the fuck Stephen is Loki has no idea, yet it seems unlikely they will wake him up. ]

Right. ( it’s not hard to find one, eyes focusing on the first image that screams explosions and car chases—something needlessly violent, not billy’s first choice of film, but they’re not watching something to watch it right now. loki leans up against him, and billy returns the favor, rests his weight up against the other and curls his legs up on the couch cushions.

being touched and held isn’t anything new; it’s the person doing it that’s new—but like this, billy doesn’t mind too much. even a god needs attention, and if loki’s preference for it is holding onto someone and coddling into him—better for it to be someone like billy, who does have some kind of understanding with him. he convinces himself it’s not because he’s growing to miss this already; misses teddy being there, anchoring him down.

loki needs someone to be there for him, but billy isn’t much better. and despite being told all of it was just bullshit spouted off a silvertongue, it doesn’t help him feel any better about the possibility he may have just been altering teddy to his wants and needs without thinking about it. there’s the phantom of a thought scratching at the back of his head that maybe, maybe that’s what this is, too. that he needs someone, that he’s somehow doing that to loki too. but that’s—more than a little overconfident, isn’t it? billy’s a mutant, a witch—there’s no way he can alter a god.

he presses in closer as the beginning of the movie starts—a man gets into a car, turns the key, the whole thing goes up in flames within moments. there’s a woman screaming in agony, another car pulling up and pulling her into it—the basic, dumb action movie plot. mind numbing, almost. which makes an absolutely perfect opportunity for billy to close his eyes and let himself doze off. )

[ It's when actors start screaming that Loki switches off and watches the movie through glazed eyes. You don't yell when you're on fire, it's unrealistic to run around madly when trying to bury yourself on the walls and floor becomes your first priority, and the charring of your own flesh in real-time only allows for aborted shrieks as your vocal chords tighten.

He wishes he didn't know that.

The point being, the film is dumb but Loki still feels stupid for suggesting explosions, even though he isn't actively bothered by the sight. When he thinks Billy is more asleep than awake, he steals the remote and switches to a documentary about space, settling back down soon after with long legs bent and a tall, cool body curled up against mortal heat. ]

( if he had been awake, the space documentary would have caught his attention. planets and stars are much more interesting to put his focus on than things blowing up into bits. billy isn’t as big of a space nerd as he is for other things, but space is still space. loki shifts, and his eyes open just enough to take in the change of shows—before they’re closing again with a soft, pleased hum, legs moving to press into the crook of loki’s own.

it’s late, billy was already getting mildly tired before loki had shown up cursing and yelling; playfighting had drained the last of him, and if they’re going to sit here watching explosions and documentaries, he may as well take a nap during.

~~the cold never bothered him anyway~~. )

[ At some point during the night, when the movie has gone back to a low-lit titlescreen, Loki ends up sleeping in Billy's lap where he slides due to mutual shifting, nose buried in the blanket he pulls up to his face. It isn't until some time after seven that he stirs, yawning widely, and promptly wriggles around to shove his face against the warm tshirt covering a belly, legs stretching and relaxing on the couch as he dozes.

He had no dreams. That can be counted a blessing. ]

Mmmm ...

( mutual leaning is one thing. waking up several hours later to loki curled up on his lap is a little different. billy cracks open his eyes with a yawn, hand raising to rub at his eyes before reaching down to shove at loki's shoulder. rough enough to knock off a normal human being. probably not hard enough to move an overly heavy asgardian. )

Loki, get off. ( before he gets creative with his removal methods. )

[ A grunt as he startles awake is annoyed and huffy, crawling to the other side of the couch where he drags the blanket over his head and hibernates away from both the morning light and nasty boys with habits of shoving innocent godlings. ]

S'too early ...

( please, loki is far from innocent. he'll give him a moment to settle back into the couch though, while billy takes the extra minute to rub his hands over his face, trying to will the sleep out of it. once he's gotten his own eyes open enough, he's reaching over for loki's leg, shoving against it to get him up. )

It's not too early. Come on, we're getting coffee.

[ Loki's leg may as well be spaghetti for all the good it does Billy. ]

Fuck yer coffee. I'm bed.

[ Every inch the eloquent Silvertongue. ]

( if he were mildly more awake, he might have thought that was cute. as it is, his sleep-addled body just leans over, shoves between loki and the back of the couch and uses himself as leverage to start. pushing the godling off the couch. or trying his best to. )

Come on, take me to your twenty-four hour breakfast club.

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