[Jason is not gonna play this game. He’s not. He’s -
That’s what he tells himself for the next hour, at least, as he spends those sixty minutes rereading Loki’s texts, driving himself stir-crazy with the gaps in his understanding of how any version of himself would have created conditions to lead to where he now finds himself. Weighs his options.
Searches out the address for Trixie.
Finds the bike parked downstairs. Decides it won’t hurt to take it for a test drive, and Trixie’s as good a destination as any.
Let’s be real; Jason was always gonna play this game. You can’t dangle a mystery like this in front of his nose and expect him to ignore it. He’s had too many years of detective training.
It occurs to him, as he fakes a smile and asks one of the staff inside Trixie where to find the Sanctum, that if Loki knows Jason as well as he claims, he probably knows he wouldn’t be able to ignore this particular sort of carrot, and that really, really pisses him off.
So. He’s no longer moping but scowling by the time he reaches the front door of the Sanctum and knocks loudly. Is there a doorbell? He’ll ring that, too.
no subject
That’s what he tells himself for the next hour, at least, as he spends those sixty minutes rereading Loki’s texts, driving himself stir-crazy with the gaps in his understanding of how any version of himself would have created conditions to lead to where he now finds himself. Weighs his options.
Searches out the address for Trixie.
Finds the bike parked downstairs. Decides it won’t hurt to take it for a test drive, and Trixie’s as good a destination as any.
Let’s be real; Jason was always gonna play this game. You can’t dangle a mystery like this in front of his nose and expect him to ignore it. He’s had too many years of detective training.
It occurs to him, as he fakes a smile and asks one of the staff inside Trixie where to find the Sanctum, that if Loki knows Jason as well as he claims, he probably knows he wouldn’t be able to ignore this particular sort of carrot, and that really, really pisses him off.
So. He’s no longer moping but scowling by the time he reaches the front door of the Sanctum and knocks loudly. Is there a doorbell? He’ll ring that, too.
Hope you’re happy, Loki.]