(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]

[ 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. ]

[wiccant]

( 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. )

[ikols]

[ 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 ...

[wiccant]

( 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. )

[ikols]

[ 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 ...

[wiccant]

( 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.

[ikols]

[ 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. ]

[wiccant]

( 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.

[ikols]

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 ...

[wiccant]

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.

[ikols]

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.

[wiccant]

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.

[ikols]

[ 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.

[wiccant]

( 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.

[ikols]

[ 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. ]

[wiccant]

( 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!

[ikols]

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?

[wiccant]

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.

[ikols]

... 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. ]

[wiccant]

( 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. )

[ikols]

[ 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. ]

[wiccant]

( the hoodie gives him pause; not because he doesn't like it, or because the design does closely match his own, but because it gives off a familiar resonance. like he's touched it before, but can't quite remember it. billy keeps his eyes on it for a moment, almost extends a hand out to touch it but--decides it's not really worth it in the end.

not to be weird about it at least. and loki's late, he's already dying for caffeine. )

Which way is it? ( he'll wait for loki's lead, hands shoved down into his own jeans' pockets. )

[ikols]

Nearby.

[ Words aren't Loki's best friends before he fully wakes up, shoving his hands into his hoodie's pocket and heading out with Billy. There's a lot on his mind, even so, and he can't help asking, ]

Why don't you get a room at the Sanctum for when you're away from the apartments? That's what I did.

[wiccant]

I was considering just moving.

( communal rooms are nice, but there's still rent, he hasn't figured out his job situation yet, the shower is shared, and living that close to that many people is a little exhausting. there's only so many dramatic fights he can take.

billy takes a deep breath in, raises a hand, and yawns into it as he follows a step behind loki. ) Did you get taller?

[ikols]

You made me six-foot-one, and only now you're noticing? [ Odd as the topic shift is, he hums. Squints through the morning light as he crosses the road, waving Billy along. ] I'm three inches shorter than the Old Man was. Why?