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but they're gonna pay me

who: loki and billy (616)
what: billy is loki's hero.
when: dec
where: trixie, the club.
warnings: gay boys play gay chicken, how can anyone lose? #moonboyfriends

[ The basement, pub, and VIP area of Trixie are all bursting at the seams tonight owing to bad weather and the enchanted nature of the building to stay a toasty hub in the wintertide months. Hygge is ongoing which means a party spirit is in the air but, for once, Loki can't be found dancing or flirting with his patrons; he sits in one of the booths upstairs on the restricted first-floor, not an ounce of merry-making beyond the half-closed golden drapes where he sits behind a low table scattered with official documents pertaining to his accounts. A laptop has a billion tabs open and a half-empty chocolate milkshake stands forgotten while Loki, with the sleeves of a smart white shirt rolled up, hunkers over bills and spreadsheets and genuinely wonders if this is a fate worse than falling into the Void.

The godling rubs his eyes and sighs, head in a hand. Not for the first time his mind wanders to a dozen other things, places, and people, restless and unwilling to cooperate because there was a reason he hired Tim Drake to do this, the guy was wired for marketing and financial nonsense. The strict, unrelenting nature of it goes against every iota in his body that tries so hard to feign interest, scripted for chaos and tricks and all sorts of things that don't help him explain tax and net incomes and EBITDA. His horned helm lies at an angle on the far edge of the table but it may as well be an omniverse away for all that he feels like he's the God of Mischief. God of Migraines, sure.

He always did hate arithmatic ... in every lifetime. ]

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Of me. Divest this barrier, Wiccan! Speak unto this deity with no illusions between ye ... !

[ Yeah, someone is in much better spirits already. ]

( it's a little weird how fast that works--how easy it is to pull loki into better spirits with just. contact. but if it works, it works? billy gives a soft hah, before he leans forward and tugs the coat off over his head to put it down on the booth beside them, quickly fixing the t-shirt under it back into place. )

Let me finish this.

I can help, I really do want this done with. Okay, so ...

[ A hand comes to rest on Billy's middle as Loki looms closer, but he seeks to assist the problematic accounts with a far more enthusiastic supporting role. Pointing to the files they'll need, whenever he isn't holding accounts or gesturing to the spreadsheets he drums an absent tune on Billy's jeans. Unlike most people, distractions work in his favour especially when he can escape the uninteresting task at hand by running the tip of his nose along Billy's shoulders now and then, eyes fixed on the laptop as he thinks of solutions while stimulating a restlessness he can't shake off.

If he were mortal, having too many tangents under his skin at once may have been defined as ADHD. For Loki, it's just the spectrum in which he operates best. ]

( it helps loki focus towards getting it done, but it's distracting the hell out of billy. the arm around him is a constant pressure; that hand, that one doesn't bother him at all. it's the drumming across his thigh that has him stuttering a little, the nose against his shoulder that has goosebumps forming along the skin at the back of his neck. he doesn't once voice any complaints though, nor does billy move away from him.

once they've finished--papers sorted out into nice, neat piles to one side of the table, spreadsheets saved and triple-checked, billy hooks his fingers over the tops of the laptop, moves to shut it and add it to the pile off to the side. )

--anything else you needed to get done?

[ Trials overcome, he helps shut the laptop and then drops back onto the couch with his arms spread and chin tipped up. Freedom! Accomplishment! Likely stable assets! A sigh guts him in relief, puffing to the tented ceiling. ]

Nope! Not a thing. [ He looks up, relaxed as never before tonight. ] Thank you for that, I'm in your debt.

[ And he wouldn't say that lightly, so Billy can be somewhat confident Loki is happy. ]

No problem. I wouldn't want to lose out on all my free lunches if this place did tank because some numbers didn't get moved right. ( loki had better be happy; billy wouldn't sit here and run numbers and try to figure out taxes if it wasn't going to benefit him in some shape or form--and in this case, loki's satisfaction had been his goal. the godling leans back, and billy shifts his attention to the golden helm sitting off to the side of the table, reaches a hand out towards it without quite touching.

asking first is important: ) Can I?

... Yeah.

[ He'd let Billy touch it even without asking but purely because he is who he is, of course he asks first. Loki chins a hand, watching him through contented narrowed eyes like a lazy cat. ]

It might be cold.

[ By a few degrees under room temperature, just as he is. ]

( metal is usually cold. permission granted, billy's pulling the helm over on the table until it's in front of him, fingers tracing over the horns with thinly veiled excitement. it's not every day one gets to ogle the helm of loki, and it definitely makes all the paperwork effort worth it. )

Nice. ( that's totally a cool thing to say, right. a few more moments, and he's lifting the helm up, leaning back against loki as he eyes it. today is a good day to be a nerd. )

[ No one else thinks it's neat. Loki does, of course, same as his twin when they compared how they wore the horns. Billy remains the outlier, however, with those thin fingers running reverently from base to tip ... ]

C'mere, let me.

[ He reaches around and takes the helm at the sides, lifting it at the right angle for Billy to slide on if he wants to. It'll stay in place. ]

It's light as a feather, you'll see.

( don't make his nerding out sexual, loki. he just really likes loki's horns. which, of course, means there's absolutely no way he's going to deny it when loki reaches out for them and holds them out so he can slip them on.

he leans into the helm, one hand raising to press over loki's own as it slides into place, smile widening as the helm presses to his forehead, his cheek bones. he leans forward enough not to stab loki in the face with them when he turns around to face the godling. )

That debt? Definitely repaid in full.

[ Is there anyone cuter than Billy in this moment? No. Chuckling as he adjusts the helm, he runs a thumb along the guard to skim a warm cheek. ]

Gold suits you, it brightens your eyes.

[ It's impossible not to sound fond. ]

( just like it's absolutely impossible for him to not get distracted by loki's hand on his cheek. billy's gaze shifts down for just a moment, eyes focusing on loki's mouth--before quickly going back up to his eyes. )

I bet you say that to all the boys you let wear your helm. ( he's reaching back into his pocket, scrambling to find his phone, yes. this is something to immortalize in selfie form. )

[ Reflexively, he licks his lips. ]

Oh, yes, and all the girls too.

[ Snerk. He leans in to get into the selfie, pulling a shocked face for one and ... tilting his temple to Billy's for the other, snapping the nicer shot on his own phone too. Hipster nerds abound in this club tonight. ]

There's going to be a party for all the Norse folk that have fallen into this realm through the portal, I suppose I'd be remiss if I didn't invite you.

[ Billy is practically an honourary Asgardian at this point. ]

( godfuckingdamnit loki. he's going to do his best to ignore that, and the flush spreading over the tips of his ears. this selfie is way more important than that!! billy's leaning back against loki after he's finished snapping them, pulling up the one of loki making faces and quickly switching it to his new background image. )

So there's you, the other Loki, Thor, your sister, and Sif?

And Ivar the Boneless who is an actual Viking, as well as anyone else of whom I'm not aware. I've heard a goat is going to be sacrificed to the gods. [ So, to him and his fam. Essentially. ] To usher in a decent new year, that sort of thing. Sentiment.

[ His hands skim over Billy's hips, up and around and forward where he digs his thumbs into the divots of bone. ]

Ivar the Boneless? ( there's a shocked sound that follows after, hips pressing back into loki as he stumbles with his phone for a moment. )

As in, son of Ragnar, Ivar the Boneless?

... You are such a bigger nerd than anyone gives you credit for.

[ His nose dips to the nape of Billy's neck and he nips at the collar of his tshirt this time. With that warm body sinking back against him, Loki wraps an arm around Billy's waist to keep him right there. Cosy and Loki's. ]

I didn't know getting nerd credit was a thing, but I'll make sure I work to get the credit I deserve.

( he's wearing loki's helm, leaning back against him, loki's arm wrapped around his middle and mouth pressing extremely close to his neck and here they are speaking of norsemen, as if this is the most normal thing there is. )

When's the party?

Dunno, whenever Ivar finishes the preparations.

[ Loki, too, is far more interested in nosing the nape of a neck where brunette locks begin, softer and finer than the rest. And then he tightens his grip on Billy, ensuring he can't escape ...

And blows an enormously wet raspberry. ]

( if loki hadn't been holding onto him tight, he would have jolted right out of the booth. billy gives a startled yelp, jerking forward against the hand at his waist as his neck flushes a brightbright red, weight shifting forward until he's all but shoving against that arm. )

Loki!! ( sure hope no one of importance was sitting around nearby doing anything uninterruptible. )

It was very necessary, before you complain. You left yourself wide open for an attack!

[ The arm around Billy eases up as Loki laughs, unrepentant to the nth degree. ]

Constant vigilance!

[ It was either a raspberry or a kiss, so. ]

I trusted you with my neck and this is how you repay me.

( you know what! he's reaching for that coat to put it right back on over his head and moving off of loki. that's what he gets!! )

Whoa!

[ Nonono! A hop and a skip and he has his arms back around Billy, looser than before as he looms over him with the advantage of his height. His laughter bubbles in brunette locks where he stuffs his face. ]

Don't go yet, you've barely looked at me since you came and you said it yourself, I was your reason for visiting in the first place.

( escape attempts are futile--but he doesn't mind too much. he is still grabbing onto his jacket and doing his best to throw it on over his head without removing loki's helm. that's staying there for as long as loki lets him have it, thank you. which is also part of the reason why-- )

I can't exactly look at you when I'm sitting like this, you know. ( he's felt loki against him plenty, can feel the shape of him against his back, dampness on his neck where loki decided to leave his spit. that's close enough, right. )

[ His spit is a coveted source of DNA, Victor would backflip to get a quarter of that. ]

Then fix yourself up, Kaplan, there's only so much room on these couches.

[ He retreats but he takes that ridiculous coat with him, tossing it to the floor by the curtain that isn't closed. The suede booth has more than enough room for two people as Loki sits back, trusting that Billy won't bolt while he's wearing the helm; he's too polite for that. ]

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