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[ open: may/june catchall ]

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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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.

[Snorting softly, the doctor simply shakes his head. He's not feeling up to being offended by that. All's considering, Loki was remarkably even keel for all the lore and nonsense of mythology. Of course, he knows this is just one conversation anyway.]

Most lore depicts it pretty awful. Though, the Egyptian gods were interestin'. More interested in takin' care of humanity. Cept maybe Set.

[Well, till this moment, all that had been children's stories. Not a reality.]

I've taken up a lot of your time though, you're probably hopin' I'll stop botherin' you by now.

[ Loki blinks as he tilts his head. Had he sent the wrong signals? No, his act was complete. What an odd thing for a person to say to him. ]

If I thought so, I would make it clear.

True, you're right. Guess just all that talk of not wanting to really dally with humans and all that.

[In his mind, it seems like a logical conclusion. God, he hates that word. But maybe he misses Spock a very tiny bit. Very small. Either way, he shakes his head and offers the other a small smile.]

I should probably go find something to eat though before I have to get back to the hospital. I could find something palatable here, but if you want to tag along I planned to make something back home.

[It's likely not the best move he's ever made. But he's not met anyone remarkably shady in Riverview. And honestly, they all have to look out for each other from what he's noticed. So making the offer really doesn't seem so awful to him.]

[ Loki hesitates It can't hurt . . . but Loki knows from experience that everything can and will hurt. Besides, building positive connections means a possible defense against the future and what the Avengers may dredge up on him.

( Or what Loki might do. Will do. Can do. )

And yet the odd feeling persists. Who invites Loki anywhere? ]

Should I?

Up to you. Way I see it, we're both stuck in this place. If we don't find a way to get along and help each other out, then we're gonna be stuck with a livin' hell. That and my ma raised me better than to not mind my manners.

[McCoy isn't one to smile a lot. Not the full warm and welcoming way he does for Jim or his daughter. But he gives Loki a genuine smile free of sarcasm or edge in anything other than friendliness.]

'Sides, I make a pretty good pot of coffee and have an apple pie I made. So if you wanna give it a try, I'm game.

[ Living hell is a tad dramatic. Loki has been in far worse places after all. Riverview is a cage, but it's a comfortable cage. Loki can find no fault in it other than the trappings that keep him housed here. But he'll choose it over Asgard's prisons or the deep darkness of the universe. Where a mad titan waited for him. ]

Very well. I shall try this coffee and apple pie.

[The doctor smiles at that, a little more than previously as he pushes to his feet and tips his head politely to wait for his guest to follow.]

Good. Hopefully you'll find you like both and my ma's recipe won't let me down.

[He waits for Loki to join him before heading back to the housing building with a gait long affected by being in Starfleet. Honestly, it's nice to find company. Especially on days when Jim was gone for the greater part of the day or even more than one day in a row. If anything cause he got tired of being in the quiet.]

Did you want lunch as well? Or does dessert seem like enough?

[ Loki folds his arms behind his back as he keeps up with the doctor easily. ]

It should suffice. I rarely need much sustenance and have gotten used to that.

Fair enough.

[He smiles to himself and leads the other up into his and Jim's shared rooms and waves a hand to the table.]

Make yourself at home. I'll get that coffee made and bring you some pie. Less you want to stand in the kitchen and talk as I work. Both work really.

[ Loki has no idea how to do that so he stands there, limbs dangling awkwardly as he surveys the room. It's smaller than what he's used to but having a shared room is certainly better than the communal housing. Thankfully, he's saving up to move out as soon as possible. ]

Should I . . . do something?

[He smiles at that, sparing him a glance before shaking his head. He's already pulling out needed plates and the food to make just before he gets the coffee pot started.]

It's rude to ask a guest to do anything. So just make yourself comfortable and don't worry. How do you like your coffee by the way? Any preference?

[The doctor puts a slice of pie on the plate before moving to make himself a salad for lunch before he has to get back to the hospital for his shift. Given enough time, he'll likely also get a slice of pie. After all, he just made it as a test run for later when he planned to make a few as gifts.]

Did you come here with anyone from back home for you? If you don't mind me askin' of course.

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