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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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Pancakes today.

( which is what he orders: a nice stack of pancakes, eggs to go with it, no sidemeats but hashbrowns and toast. and coffee. all the coffee. billy sits himself down beside loki, raises an arm to rest his elbow against the table and face against his palm. makes for an easy place to close his eyes and get in a small nap until the coffee comes, at least. )

So, a nightclub slash breakfast bar?

Mmm, you'd be surprised how easy it is to avoid vomit on the premises if there's toast and waffles to soak up alcohol in a stomach. It keeps cleaning bills down.

[ The basement and upstairs VIP lounge are all but dead in the day and it's only the pub that brings in money during daylight hours, but Loki doesn't care about that. He has an ore mine on the other side of the moon, riches are riches.

With little else to do as they wait, he slips out his phone and gets his own back with a photo of Billy at the table. Hah. ]

I didn't have anywhere to go when I first arrived and the apartment with the Avengers was ... not an option. The Sanctum and Stephen weren't around. So, I bought this place and did it up.

[ Somewhere to exist in peace. ]

( coffee arrives, which marks the absolutely most important moment of this adventure. fingers wrap around the mug, taking a few moments to cool it down before he's raising it up to his lips and. downing a good half the mug. no one wants to exist before coffee. especially not billy kaplan.

and he may have been half asleep leaning against a table, but his picture is still better: nothing tops loki barely standing, hair everywhere, and eyes barely open. )

It's nice. The pub area is, anyway. I'm glad you found somewhere for you. Twenty four hour breakfast does sound like your ideal kind of place. ( breakfast and loki go together better than anything else. ) Why the club if you've got the diner?

I like to dance.

[ Even if he only had one offer and that was after ekeing it out of Jason. Even if Loki only turns up at his club to meet people. Even if he doesn't have the time to be downstairs letting his hair down because he's always somewhere else, but likes having the option anyway.

He sips a latte, greeting a plate of eggs, bacon, waffles, sausages and beans like it could be a ticket back to Asgard when it arrives. Hunger growls in his stomach, an empty pit after the stress of last night's excursions in the jungle. ]

Do you want to? After breakfast.

( not yet, because he's not a fully functioning person yet, and the food's warm, and billy's not passing it up. the plate gets set down in front of him and he's giving another thank you to the server, quickly digging a fork into the eggs to shove them into his mouth.

it's the coffee that's the most important, but the food's nice, too. and he'd already promised loki a dance earlier, hadn't he? they're already here, he may as well make good on his word. )

[ Well, that's one way to make Loki choke on a sausage. ]

Dance after breakfast?

[ A surprised smile pulls up the solemn cast of his expression, looking at Billy halfway caught between fondness and wariness. ]

What, you want to mosh with just the two of us or go all Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner?

( the choking was not an expected reaction but gets a grin out of billy regardless, fork slicing into chunks of pancake to gets bits and pieces better sized for eating. )

I owe you a dance, don't I? There's no time like the present.

( he picks up the syrup, puts a fairly large amount all over his pancakes as he keeps speaking. )

Unless you'd rather wait until later tonight for the spiked punch.

[ Sitting there in a galaxy-themed hoodie, being offered a dance soon in an otherwise empty club, he wonders not for the first time whether Billy is aware of his low-key flirting. It isn't a product of a flourishing friendship, certainly, he pointed out they aren't at that level yet. Loki recalls this feeling from months before but now he's much more aware of it: substituting for Teddy's company.

He isn't so good as to point it out and decline the offer, though. Greedy and selfish when it comes to Billy's time and attention. ]

Sounds fair. What do you want to dance to?

( it's not as if loki is the only person he knows here, but he's the only person here he spent actual months hanging around. there was the civil war, spending time in their prison, spending time with the avengers, sure--but there's something much more intimidating about spending time like this with captain america versus loki. and he's probably busy. and loki's easier to handle, in a way. )

Your club, your owed dance, your choice.

( rip this pancake. . it never stood a chance. )

Hmm ...

[ Once the food and drink is out of the way, Loki agrees to take Billy downstairs. The circular metal stairs lead into a dark abyss and although the godling can see just fine he snags Billy's sleeve to guide him into the middle of one hall. His voice echoes in the absence of music and crowds. ]

Wait here, I'll turn on the lights.

( being able to see in the dark is, sadly, not an ability included in his skillset, so billy does appreciate the lead. he follows after easy enough, stops when loki does and turns his head towards the sound of his voice. )

No nightlights?

[ Trotting up the sound-stage, the glow of a laptop screen dimly illuminates Loki as he surfs through lighting options. ]

I wouldn't say that ...

[ The club turns dark blue and a shimmer of fiber-optic lights come to life across the ceiling in a play of stars, winking down at Billy. ]

( not exactly nightlights, but nice all the same. billy tilts his head back with a quiet hum, looks up to the display of stars against the ceiling and folds his hands behind himself. matches loki's hoodie, almost. except without the green. )

Nice.

[ ... And then Reach For The Stars! by S Club Seven blasts out of the speakers, because he's classy like that. And has it on the laptop, so. ]

( it takes him a few moments to realize what the hell loki has just started. the beat starts up, plays for a few moments, and the stupid grin that spreads across billy's lips is unstoppable. he raises both hands up to his mouth, covers it to muffle the barked laughter he can't quite contain. and from behind the hands comes: )

Loki!

[ Pulling a bewildered face as if he has no idea how that happened, it breaks on a laugh. ]

No? Something else, maybe?

( don't play dumb you little shit. he's got your number. it is nice to hear him laugh, so billy certainly doesn't mind it. they're just having fun, after all. with loki, it wouldn't be fun without pulling a few stupid moves. )

That's definitely not dance club music.

How many clubs do you go to on the reg, Billy?

[ As he leaves the DJ's booth, the music changes to something else and he can raise his arms to dance over to it, lazily caught on the beat as he reaches for Billy. ]

Not many. But I do watch a lot of movies.

( dancing with no one else present is new, but it's new in a good way; moving to the beat comes easy, an arm reaching out to grab onto loki's shirt and drag him in just a bit closer. )

But I guess I could be wrong. .

You're in the woods now, Billy. Careful!

[ Under Loki's sky, even.

The music blends into something simpler after a while, cheesy but fitting. When pulled closer a wide grin splits his lips and he wraps an arm around Billy's waist, scooping up a hand to sway them properly from side to side, humming lyrics with a tease glinting in green eyes. ]

Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood,
You sure are looking good!
You're everything a Big Bad Wolf could want ... !

( under loki's sky, in his arms, being pulled along as loki looks down to him with that glint in his eyes that speaks volumes words couldn't describe. billy presses a hand to a sturdy chest, moves the other to rest against a shoulder as he follows the sway of loki's body. )

If I knew you wanted to sing, I would've recommended karaoke. ( the tone of the song doesn't go unnoticed. but he lets loki have his fun regardless; he probably needs it more than billy does. he leans in a little closer, murmurs low: ) Don't worry, Grandma.

[ Laughing at that, he instead hums his way through the rest of the song, shyer about it. What big eyes you have, the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad... It's an easy thing to step back with Billy's hand in his to guide him into a slow twirl, then reel him back in. What a big heart I have, the better to love you with ... Little Red Riding Hood, even Bad Wolves can be Good ...

Billy being shorter is much more noticeable when they stand so close, with Loki briefly resting his chin on a brunette crown just to chuckle about it moments later when he meets Billy's eyes, unapologetic. ]

( like this, it’s easy to fall in step with loki. to follow his lead, spinning when spun despite how ridiculous it is. he leans back into loki, hand pressing against his arm this time, listening quietly as he hums along to the tune. when a chin presses to his hair, he’s quick to pull back a breath, lips twisting as he meets loki’s eyes.

billy’s leaning back in just a moment later, head tilting up as he speaks soft, low enough that it’s not loud but enough to be heard over the music. ) I’m still going to get you to talk to me, you know. ( because he’s nothing if not determined. )

[ The shake of his head is slow, a refusal to admit his true feelings that goes so strong he isn't even animated about it. His hand in Billy's, guiding the dance, gives a light squeeze. ]

What remains to be asked, Billy?

( the hand he has in loki's own shifts, fingers moving to entangle with the godling's as he leans in close. not too tight, but tight enough. they're here, in an empty club, dancing along to music with no one else present. it's a safe place to talk. )

Yesterday. What that was wasn't just getting physically hurt--it wasn't just the burns.

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