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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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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.

Auuugrrrhhh!!

[ A gurgled protest is all he can manage in between trying to stay on the couch and ignore Billy, both failures when he slips to the floor. His protest continues stubbornly as he wraps his arms over his head. ]

No-ooo ...

I'm not awake enough to deal with you being lazy.

( why is loki like this. he's off the couch, but it's not as if billy can just drag him either. sheesh. he gets up onto his feet, stretches his arms above his head to loosen tight muscles, before billy is leaning down to grab hold of loki by the shoulders of his shirt, yanking on him. )

Your book-defiling punishment isn't over yet.

Why ... are you ... like this?

[ Burbling words as he gets man-handled, he stirs to his feet and sways on the spot with his hair sticking up in very un-hipsterly directions, squinting accusingly at Billy. ]

Shower first.

Because I can be.

( haha, that's lovely. loki starts to move, which is good enough for him. billy reaches into his back pocket to pull out his phone, swiping the screen and raising it to point the camera lens to loki--snapping a picture of him if he's not fast enough to prevent it. )

I'll go in a second.

[ Someone give him the strength to deal with Kaplans, no mere god is equipped. ]

You stay. [ And because he owes Billy one, he shoves him back to the sofa. ] You wait.

( gonna send this to thor, he'll love it. the push is a little unexpected considering showers, but he falls with it all the same, lands on his ass on the sofa and tilts his head up to look to loki. )

I can't take a shower on the couch.

[ It is too early, TOO EARLY to fathom what Billy is going on about. What. ]

You want to share the shower?

[ He won't, you know, say no. But, what. ]

( this is what happens when two very asleep people try to communicate. )

No! No. No way. Never.

( and in case it's still not clear: )

I was going to go back to my room!

You have a room? When did you move in? I invited you and I don't know about this!

[ This sheer betrayal at seven AM, it's staggering. ]

Is that why you were here so late in the library?

My other room, Loki. The one in communal housing.

( "other room" clearly the first room is the library. )

I don't have one here, but I can still teleport. It has a shared shower.

... Oh. Whatever. [ Deflating now that his energy has been sapped, he shrugs and mooches out of the room, calling over a shoulder, ] Thirty minutes!

[ The courteous and thoughtful Loki doesn't exist until after breakfast, apparently. ]

( no one should have to exist before morning coffee. loki leaving is so much easier than taking the time to actually. try and open his mouth and use his words, so billy doesn't mind. loki makes his way out, and billy returns to the library, collects a sleeping fox, and goes back to his own room.

takes his time in the shower, because thirty minutes is quite a bit, and he's not going to rush it if he doesn't have to. dries his hair, even, combs his fringe over to it's rightful place. it's messier than usual; he's still half asleep hasn't had any coffee and his level of functionality is still rather low.

but billy's back at the sanctum's front door within the thirty minute time span, fresh clothes on and the feint scent of cheap motel-esque soap clinging onto him. )

[ Loki is late. He spends twenty minutes scrubbing off the smell of the witch he slept with and dozing under warm water before deigning to get dressed, and then he finds something in his desk-of-drawers that gives him pause.

It's the hoodie that Billy gifted him months ago, galaxies in green moving across the surface as he turns it over in his hands. Some festival or other about cherishing loved ones, showing that with presents ...

That's what he wears over his jeans when he leaves the house, hair damply curling in a starry collar. ]

The walk isn't far.

[ Because teleporting is just getting excessive at this point. ]

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