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[ikols]

who: loki & the heavy magic krew.
what: loki has mended the cloak of levitation. he demands bacon.
when: april.
where: healing springs & sanctum sanctorum.
warnings: tba.

( Post-broadcast from Stephen and a call or two from Billy, the scenes below play out. )

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( for stephen )

[ikols]

[ At 06:13AM, four days after the broadcast on the network, a text pings Stephen's phone. ]

Wait outside front doors. We'll be home soon.

[suckstobestrange]

'We'?

[But sure, Stephen will be outside, Wong snuffling in the bushes on either side of the porch steps.]

[ikols]

[ Loki doesn't bother replying, smiling enigmatically at his phone. He rounds the far corner of the street five minutes later, a tshirt and jeans having been exchanged for his armour soon after the golems were dealt with, green galaxy-themed hoodie tied around his hips. Most oddly, he wears a red cloak draped over his shoulders.

When he makes eye-contact with Stephen the godling huffs and smirks tiredly, then pats the cloak to wake it up from its exhausted nap. It shakes itself awake and follows Loki's attention ... Stephen may want to try and catch the cloak as it jerks off Loki's shoulders, sewn-together and old yet somehow quick to fly at its master. ]

[suckstobestrange]

[The red cloak wasn't entirely surprising, given Loki had run off with it. What hadn't been expected though was when that pat earned a reaction from it though- Stephen didn't have time to do much before the cloak had closed the distance and all but wrapped around him, earning a startled, but genuine laugh, muffled behind the fabric.

Wong of course came bounding out of the bushes to come greet Loki, stubby tail windmilling as he ran around the godling' ankles.]

[ikols]

I instructed Billy to make extra bacon and keep it in a tub in the fridge but I suspect he's still asleep. How willing are you to poach me some eggs to go with my cold meaty breakfast?

[ He scoops up Wong for pettings, heavy feet taking Loki up the porch where he rambles on inanely so as not to involve himself in the touching moment between man-and-garment. ]

[suckstobestrange]

[What was that? Loki wanted to avoid emotions?

Too bad. By the time he's up the stairs, the cloak has settled at least a little, Stephen freed up enough to put an arm out, catching him around the shoulders in a quick but tight one-armed hug.]

Thanks.

[Eeeew, bad words!

After this he releases Loki, instead heading to push the door open, leading the way in.]

I can get some eggs going. Might even have some english muffins to go with.

[Wong is continuing the affection train though, wiggling for pats and trying to lavish Loki with doggy kisses. He'd been gone practically forever in Lillipup time!]

[ikols]

[ Maybe, just possibly, he leans into that hug for a moment and turns uncharacteristically pink on the ears. Straightening as he follows Stephen inside, he cradles Wong like a baby and gives him all the bellyrubs he could want. ]

I knew you'd missed me, the muffins confirm it beyond a shadow of a doubt. Tell me, on a scale of one to ten, how hard did you weep for my company to return?

[suckstobestrange]

As if it could be measured by simple numbers. [While his tone was amused, he was honest. He liked having Loki around.] The Sanctum is far too quiet without you around.

[Wong is happy to soak up all the affection ever, spoiled thing that he was. He did however side-eye the hell out of the black lab that came trotting into the front room to see what was up and to mug Stephen for some pats while snuffling curiously at the cloak.]

[ikols]

[ It's nice to be missed. This hasn't happened before except with Verity and he follows along in Stephen's wake with a small smile in place that can't be shaken off. Welcomed home with a hug? Truly an outstanding experience.

Keeping Wong tucked in place with one arm, he pats the black lab. ]

Were no wild parties hosted while I was away? I'm almost disappointed. I would have thought that, with me gone, more of your fellows from our universe would want to visit.

( for billy )

[ikols]

[ Billy's forehead is kissed as he sleeps, a pretty blue flower left beside him on Loki's pillow. The godling retreats to the main lounge where it looks more like a frat house than not with the consoles set up and various paraphernalia from residents of the Sanctum drifting around the coffee table. Loki sits with his legs crossed on the couch, a plate of bacon next to him (a very kind gift left in the fridge by his excellent boyfriend, thank you) and a blanket around his shoulders. Barefoot, he looks like he may be ready for bed at 10AM, freshly showered but sleepy. ]

[wiccant]

( there's no alarm set because fuck alarms, he doesn't have work today, and he's not waking up before his body decides it's good and ready to awaken. the blue flower close to his face makes it evident enough that loki's back; no one else would come in here.

it's a quick trip down to the kitchen, stopping by the coffee pot first because fuck if he's going to function like a relatively normal person before downing caffeine. he downs the entire cup on the slow trek into the lounge, leans over the back of the sofa to wrap arms around loki's shoulders, empty mug against his chest. )

Welcome back, hero. ( with a soft kiss pressed to loki's cheek. )

[ikols]

[ Their bond which has lain dormant for the beat part of a week floods with delighted affection when Billy reels Loki in, his advance not unnoticed but Loki enjoys knowing he's there without having to look. When he does glance around he pauses his game, brushing knuckles along Billy's cheek and leaning up for a soft, all too chaste peck on the lips. ]

Have many monuments been erected in my honour? Did the Avengers beg you not to tell me how much they appreciate my hard work?

[wiccant]

No monuments, and no commentary from the Avengers, but you know how they are.

( buttfaces, even if they're among billy's favorite buttfaces. he slouches down against the back of the sofa, leans his weight into loki's shoulders with his chin resting against a collarbone to watch the screen in front of them. )

How was your trip?

[ikols]

Predictably eventful. It felt good to do something of import, Stephen is pleased and I think he won't kick me out for at least three years, minimum. [ It felt like the time was right to cement that odd friendship, time to prove he wasn't the Loki who harmed Stephen back on Earth-616. It's been a success. ] All is well.

[ He runs his fingers through Billy's hair, giving a tug. ]

I have a perfectly good lap and it's witchless, could you fix that?

[wiccant]

That only leaves you with a little over a year of unpredictable housing in Quarantine. . I'm sure we'll find something for that last bit. ( stephen most likely won't kick loki out; he's. been good, trying his best, even if he still goes about shit in a very loki way. billy's adjusting to it, and he's been here for far less time than strange has been.

walking around the sofa to climb onto his lap is clearly much more effort than he needs to put into it, so billy instead moves one arm over loki's shoulder so they're both on the same side of his neck, gets up onto his toes and pushes himself up and over the side of it, sliding his way down and throwing legs off to a side to get himself comfortable.

because that's clearly a lot less hard than walking four steps. )

[ikols]

[ Loki catches Billy when he slings his legs across his lap, an arm around his waist and another draped around his knees to hitch them closer. His nose burrows into the warm curve of Billy's neck, still smelling like their bed and home. He sighs, bringing his feet up on the couch so they can cuddle properly.

Maybe if he lived with Billy their whole house would smell so good. ]

I missed your hands. How weird is that? No one was out there in the jungle to take mine when I reached out at night.

[wiccant]

( his hair's still a disaster zone, curls going in every direction, t-shirt wrinkled, boxers decorated in tiny mjolnirs and definitely wrinkled--and he falls into loki's arms easy enough. tilts his head back a bit he presses in against billy's neck with the hand holding onto his mug shifting back behind them to try and shove it into an unoccupied corner of the cushions. )

I said I'd come keep you company if you wanted. ( but it's a little late for that. both hands free, billy raises them to cup loki's cheeks in between his fingers, traces over the lines of his cheeks with thumbs. ) I'll hold your hand extra to make up for it.

( for stephen | ptii )

[ikols]

[ It takes a couple of hours using the professional ovens at Trixie to roast the boar-chicken to perfection, layered in bacon and honeyed for sweetness, stuffed with jam and (yet more) pork, but it finally looks ready. Loki tends to the vegetables soon after and has his speciality mayo-broccoli mash all buttered up like a heartattack on two plates when he texts Stephen at 8PM.

'Magical Pals dinner-date in 5 @ Trix, don't be late!!!'

And because he's extra, their table is near the fireplace with a candle between their drinks. The effort is fun and Stephen knows better than to assume this is a seduction scene: sometimes, as Loki is self-aware enough to pick up on, he just goes for more instead of less.

He stands beside the table in a clean white shirt, sleeves rolled up from his exploits in the kitchen. Whistling as he waits and hopes not to be stood up. ]

[suckstobestrange]

['Wouldn't dream of it'

It's probably lucky he wasn't eyeballs deep in research at that point or he'd completely have missed the text in the first place. Only pausing to make sure he drank one of his potions and that the pups had food of their own before heading out.

He couldn't help the slight arch of a brow that accompanied a faint amused grin when he arrived at the sight of the setup, Cloak slipping from his shoulders to go bounding off for some exploration, pausing only to pat at Loki with a corner of fabric in a mute greeting before swishing past.]

So, what's the occasion?

[ikols]

[ A friendly pat to the cloak is given before it zooms off and his attention slides back to Stephen. Loki grins, stepping behind a chair to hold it out. ]

I thought we could do with a talk, a catch-up, but coffee seemed too casual. We can do that any time. Would the Master of the Mystic Arts, AKA my landlord these months past with no demands of rent, please join me for dinner?

[suckstobestrange]

[Cloak knows better than to mess with anything breakable or in the kitchen, likely off to lurk under the other tables while the pair have their fun.]

Gossip and food? I will absolutely join you. [Stephen couldn't help the low chuckle as he sits in the offered chair, thoroughly amused by the over-the-top presentation Loki was going for.]

[ikols]

[ After seating Stephen, Loki slides into his own chair and starts tucking in. Their wine-glasses fill up of their own accord, deep and red. ]

So, to begin with something fairly relevant, what's in that potion you've been taking?

[suckstobestrange]

[Please excuse Stephen a moment because while everyone obviously likes good mash, Loki's got a good thing going here. Clearly he'll need to bribe him to cook more often.]

The one letting me eat? God, that's a hell of an ingredient list... lot of the same things that go into your average and not-so-average antitoxin potions for starters, seemed the most basic place to start. [He'll actually flick open the list on his phone to slide over for Loki to skim.]

Most obnoxious part is getting it all purified before mixing it up, if I futz it up, gotta start from square one.

[ikols]

[ Peeking at the list of ingredients, he whistles while memorising them. ]

That's a hefty number of additives. Sure you don't want to add some vitamin C in there just for good measure? [ He hums thoughtfully. ] You must be making this stuff by the barrel.

[suckstobestrange]

You're telling me. I'm just lucky none of them are expensive.

[Pausing to take a sip of wine while Loki was skimming the list.]

It doesn't take too much for a dose, surprisingly. About the same amount as an espresso shot goes for most of a day, so a batch goes pretty far.