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who: Loki + You
what: catchall stuff
when: Late May/Early June
where: Around
warnings: Nothing so far, but Loki is a dick so plz be warned. You're welcome to prose, but I'll be responding in brackets.

[ i - no hero ]

[ Loki loves chaos. He has no shame in that and his joy is unbridled as he reads his book during the ensuing fights, as harried citizens scream and run for their lives.

Well. He could do without the screaming. With a sigh, he sidesteps some random woman on the street as he shifts the book in his hands. What were those so-called heroes doing? Shouldn't they be all over this? How inefficient. Loki glances back. One of those creatures seem to have found her. And he'll be blamed for his inaction. From a distance, he casts a minor mirror illusion. Hopefully, she'll have enough senses to get up and run while the creatures tries to ponder the sudden appearance of his own reflection. With grim satisfaction, he turns back only to have another creature knock the book out of his hands. ]

Now that was rude.

[ His hand darts out for the creature's throat, letting the insidious cold seep out from his fingers, burning the creature from the inside. It chokes and crumple. His lips curl in distaste as he drops it. Now for his book . . . ]

[ ii - homesickness ]

[ Loki doesn't have much in the way of taste. He's not picky about food anymore and often skips meals regularly. In Asgard, meats and wines, beers and well laid tables were the staple, food wasted in its abundance. He hated it then and it still turns his stomach. Now, though, he wonders if there were different reasons it bothered him so. Some strange infernal chemistry at work in a body he barely understood. Still, the idea of looking over foods from different worlds. He listens attentively to the people ramble on. Feel free to bother him. ]

[ iii - wild card. ]

[ Loki can be found at the Gramarye Research Facility, doing magical experiments, the library with a large pile of books or Communal Housing, Floor 12. He would also be wandering the outskirts of Riverview and near the portal.

You're welcome to catch for any daily life shenanigans, plots or prijata gift giving ]

[ closed to Thor. ]

[ The existence of a magical spring had been the most engaging part of Loki's post. He hadn't expected much in terms of information. He only meant to lay the groundwork for dismissal. Treat him like a trickster, remove the trust and ultimately, ignore him. Loki finds he does his best work when he's invisible, as much as it niggles at his skin.

Unfortunately, the news spread quicker than he thought. Everyone was scrambling to find this spring. Which didn't leave much for a plan. Just Loki and his daggers out in the woods. He had survived worse in the dark, under the menacing light of Thanos. On his own. But the toll of fighting was heavy even when he succeeded with his prize: five vials to hold close.

Loki hisses as he stumbles back into the compound. Blood tricked down from a nasty cut on his forehead right down to his lips and he absently licks at it with a snarky grin. Thor wasn't the only one who enjoyed a good fight. Still, he wishes the blood from his head, trying to clear his vision. He hopes he can get back to his room or at least the labs unnoticed. Patching himself up from there should be easy. ]

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[ He waves it off with a bemused smile. ]

I could, but where's the fun in that? Myths are meant to be open to interpretation. I'd hardly steal away one's ability to do so.

[ And he enjoyed it. The things mortals believed were so amusing. It's one of the few distinct pleasures he still held, to watch and see them puzzle out the myth from the god. ]

How many wars does your planet have? It seems endless.

S'pose. Never took those stories seriously. More just an interest as a kid. But I always did prefer to make my own judgments than rely on possibly misconstrued information.

[It really didn't bother him none. Given a similar situation, he'd rather just get to know someone than set them straight. Tellin' stories could get tiresome. Though, that particular question and comment drew his interest.]

That was the last on earth. Planet's been pretty peaceful and united since the forming of the Federation. Only wars we tend to get tangled up in comes from other planets that value empires and conquerin' and the like. Did seem endless before... guess earth finally done had enough.

I am centuries-old. Misconstrued information will persist, no matter what I say.

[ That is the power of words, of the spoken tongue. Even if Loki decided to write down a truthful account (and even then, whose truth would it be?), it would be changed and warped beyond recognition in a matter of decades. A heartbeat. A song to Loki. He has no interest in guiding mankind to his truths. He has more interest in seeing what they make of his lies. ]

What is the Federation? I have never known Earth to be particularly . . . united.

[ The Nine Realms had their problems, but even they answered (more or less) to Asgard. ]

That sounds like it can be mighty lonely gettin' to be that old. But you're right.. like a damn game of telephone.

[Glancing up at Loki, he angles his head a bit in thought before tapping his fingers on the table lightly. He wasn't so sure he should say anything, but they may be entirely different realities of course. Nero made sure that he realized that.]

Mind you, our realities are likely not the same. But we made first contact with another alien species and formed an alliance. With other friendly planets it was decided they would create a Federation to pursue peace and knowledge. Not that we always find those things, but that's the main goal.

Guess if you're from an older century of earth, that would be hard to believe.

[ A hunger surges up in him. How long has it been since he's had a conversation like this? It's so peaceful and amicable that Loki isn't sure if he should raise his hackles up. Even now, the whispers in his mind tell him not to put down his guard, not to give more details. ]

No. I'm well aware of alternate realities by now.

[ A ghost of a smile passes through his face. ]

The twenty-first century, I believe it is called. My knowledge of humans is passing.

[ And he tries to catch up now and then. He may not like humanity, but he refuses to remain illiterate about it. His green eyes survey Leonard McCoy coolly. ]

I suppose creatures like myself can get lonely. But I'm not the only one of my kind.

[ A blatant lie, but not one a stranger would perceive. Loki is one of a kind, a strange foreign halfbreed with magic too strong and chemistry too unknown. However, no one would know that. ]

Was easier not knowin'.. Not that stickin' your head in the sand works. Ignorance doesn't pay off nearly so much as people may believe.

[A shoulder lifts at that. It both helps and hinders. In the calamity of it all, it helped, in the asking of 'what if'? Well, let's just say that hurt a helluva lot more.]

Humans are strange creatures, I'll grant ya that. But there is something really amazin' about how they are so resilient. There's good and bad, sure, but that's true in any existence. Guess bein' a doctor makes me want to see reason for bein'...

[Waving it off, he threaded his fingers together on the table in front of him. Loki likely found whatever he had to say boring. No matter what century he was from, he was just a small country doctor following after a captain with a grand calling.]

Well, it's good you're not on your own. Sorry my prattlin' on is likely borin' you to death.

[ It's good you're not your own. He does not swallow. Any kind of reaction would be telling, would be weakness. They will see and he will fall and Loki is far too tired for falling. Loki carefully pushes such thoughts aside, focusing on the doctor's words. Not a doctor like Banner, the monster. A man who was truly invested in life. His curiosity sparked once more. His reply is smooth and gallant. ]

Certainly not. While I have lived for a long time, it has been an age since I walked among mortals. Does being a doctor give you clarity for your own existence?

[An age. It sounds like such a trifling thing to someone that lived so long. To him, it sounds long and lonely. Having to live through countless years of sorrow even with good moments. It's just never appealed to him to wish for long life. He was good with his lot in life.

His calling so to speak.] When I was young, I didn't want to be a doctor. My dad was, figured that was enough doctor's in the family. Then I helped a girl that broke her arm fallin' out of a tree. I remember thinkin' in that moment that's what I was meant to do. Came natural as breathin'...

[He rolls the idea of existence around before tryin' to put it into the right words.] Life is precious. Whether short or long. As a doctor I treat the good and the bad, because my job isn't to judge who lives or dies, it's to preserve life. I can't say I've lived that life perfectly. I can fight for what I believe in, for people I care for... I'm a damn good doctor. I know it's what I was meant to be. And I guess it kinda guides me, sure.

[His eyes lift to Loki's and he arches his brow just a little as he speaks a little curiously.] In my experience, if someone asks me about existence, it's in part cause they don't know why they exist or why life exists. But that is probably just a human thing to be unsure of that.

[ His eyes narrow briefly. This man was far too perceptive and the itch to leave, to avoid any personal truths that might come back to haunt Loki in the future. But Loki is nothing if not a good actor. The moment barely lasts a second before he's back to the quiet, oddly congenial person he was portraying. ]

I suppose I cannot deny that mortal life escapes me. It is very fragile after all. What seems long to you is merely a second to me.

That makes sense. It's hard to understand something you're not. Humans are fragile, but can be really... unique. Like those ridiculous Fabergé eggs. Worth a fortune, super fragile and damn pretty. People like them, but if you think about it, it makes no sense. Life is priceless, fragile, and beautiful. Guess it's a bit like art. You enjoy it while it lasts cause it's not something you can just replicate perfectly. Not with the same feelings and what not behind it.

[He ducks his head a little, a low chuckle leaving him as he shakes his head.] Guess that only makes sense to me.

[ That's a rather unique perspective, and despite himself, Loki listens attentively, resting his head on his hand, elbow on the table. ]

It is a strange comparison to make, art with humanity. Art is meant to last. Humanity is meant to flicker and burn.

But think about that as well. You compare humanity to the flicker and burn of a candle. Stars also burn hot and bright until they collapse in on themselves. Humanity has one set lifespan and they burn bright and sharp and hope that they'll be remembered. Art is just a medium.

[He knows he's getting too passionate 'bout this. That maybe he shouldn't speak so expressly, but honestly, he sort of gets it. From that outside perspective of longevity. Grain of sand in the hour glass and all that mess...]

Art is the product of someone that wants to be remembered. It's like... a shadow cast on life so they aren't forgotten. If that makes any sense. I tend to get ahead of myself.

[ Loki raises an elegant eyebrow at him. ]

Not all fire is considered good. Not to mention the unique way humanity has paved its history. Good and bad, correct? All in the name of not being forgotten.

[ And Loki gets that, but he's not here to agree. ]

You're right. Good and bad. Sadly there is no deciding factor. Anything with a right to choose... has a right to make bad choices.

[Not that he's not wishing that somehow some way people wouldn't make those bad choices, but he knows they will. They have. It's the price of free will. Letting out a soft sigh, he leans back in his seat and says in a lower softer tone.]

Forest fires are a damn tragedy... but the forest grows back stronger and more beautiful after. Just takes time.

[ His lips twitch despite himself. Passionate defenses are dull if they're not well backed up. This man clearly believed everything he said. It was amusing and perhaps, a little charming to watch. ]

You're very fond of your metaphors.

Yeah? Got a lot of 'em I guess. Been told that before in less fluffy terms. Thanks for that, by the way.

[He laughs at that, a rare sound from him if it's not for his closest friends or his daughter. But it's also an exhale, too. He doesn't normally indulge in philosophical talk. There are better suited people to the job... not him.]

The world is easier to make sense of when you can draw from things we understand. I've got enough doctorates to count where I likely don't need them, but where's the fun in that? Never cared for pompous doctors that lose their humanity anyway.

I can't say I'm familiar with those.

[ Or any doctors. Loki's interactions with humanity have been limited and he prefers it that way. Barton had been useful, but he was certainly no companion. Though he did enjoy having him at his beck and call when necessary. ]

But now your world is far bigger. Can you say you truly understand it?

Truthfully? I think anyone that says they understand humanity and the reason for life is full of horse shit. Cause honestly, everything changes. Again and again.

[Shaking his head, he rolls his eyes at himself for even trying to set anything like this down into certain terms.]

I know I'm a damn good doctor and if I don't know something I will try to learn it. I will push myself to accomplish more and more and well, that's how progress is made, right? Just gotta watch my choices along the way. Like you said, what fun is it to have all the answers up front anyway?

[ Is it normal to constantly refer to one's profession? Loki was out of touch but he certainly can't recall it being the case. Perhaps this man has little else in his life — and his profession, his zeal is what keeps him going. ]

No fun, indeed. There is being a God and playing God, and I've lost my touch for playing.

[ Well. Not true, but it is far more trouble than it's worth. If he could pick when to play and when to choose, that would be ideal. But the overwhelming urge to dominate isn't as strong as it used to be. Winning would do that to someone. ]

[His eyes lower at that. The specific terminology of 'playing god' hittin' a little harder than it likely should a human being like him. Reaching up, he pushes his fingers through his hair along with thoughts of that phrase and all the memories that come with it.

Folding his hands carefully upon the table surface, he knows he's made a mess of his hair and that's the least of his worries to be honest. But he knows it for what it is, a mild version of PTSD and does the least healthy thing for it. He pushes it all down and shrugs his shoulders just a little.]

I'm guessin'... maybe you're just bored of it. Maybe there's more to do than just that. But that's just a guess.

[ An opening. Loki makes a mental note of it because these are things he needs to know. He will not show weakness but he can secure other people's weaknesses in order to keep himself safe. And he's not above using it should the conversation get too . . . personal.

don't trust them, never trust them ]

Do you think someone could get bored of that?

I believe anyone could get bored of anything if they do it long enough without something to break the pattern.

[He shrugs a shoulder lightly at that, his thumbs and forefingers extending in a smaller version of holding his hands out in surrender. Really, when he thought about it, the idea of bein' any sort of deity it sounded boring... or just painful. Having to watch life die and still remain. So yeah, he could totally see it gettin' damn boring.

Truly, he didn't envy that existence at all.]

Perhaps.

[ It's not a concession. Loki smooths the folds of his clothes, an air of bemusement. ]

But as I said, time passes differently for us. We do not linger for mortals. To do so would invite pain.

Mm... I think someone with infinite time would get bored easier than a human would.

[He's blunt to a fault some days. Most days. But his ma always told him to be honest.]

But yeah, that time difference thing would make it hard to want to be anywhere near a... [He made a face at the word.] mortal. I get that.

Guess it really does suck gettin' stuck here then.

Oh, terribly.

[ Though he doesn't sound very put-upon. It's hard to make out Loki's moods. He seems quicksilver at best, easily slipping between one and another. Is he insulted? Is he annoyed? No one can fully tell unless Loki breaks character or chooses to do so. ]

But generally, the lore between gods and mortals have never been positive.

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