[ open: may/june catchall ]

[dothelokimotion]

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. ]

Comments

[worldsaway]

That's why they hired me. [He says plainly. This is his job, after all. It just so happens he has a particular interest in this case.]

Yes, you look fine. Better than ever. [The sarcasm is heavy-handed and he reaches out to offer Loki a brace against him, even if he's not sure he'll take the help.]

Let us make you look more respectable for your grand return.

[dothelokimotion]

[ For a second, Loki hesitates, a familiar fear rolling in his gut before he suppresses and takes the arm. He is no danger, he knows, but he rather not wobble and stumble on his own power before Thor's eyes. Still, Loki can't help his scathing rejoinders. ]

Ooooh, will there be chains? I do so miss those.

[worldsaway]

No chains. [He says with a roll of his eyes, glad for the fact that Loki doesn't fight him on the offer for help.]

There's nothing illegal about leaving. You reap what you sow out there, however. [Which leads him to the next question.]

What were you doing out there?

[dothelokimotion]

[ The cut on his forehead has yet to stop bleeding. Loki frowns as he brushes a tinge of magic over it with his finger, hoping it'll at least cease the flow. ]

Preparing my next evil plot, obviously.

[ But he offers the truth as well. ]

I heard of a magical healing spring. I needed samples for my work.

[worldsaway]

And that went well for you.

[He says plainly, dryly. He glances at Loki shifting to stop the bleeding and he reconsiders his method of transport.]

Perhaps the beasts attack you because you move so slow. [Without warning, he's hoisting Loki over his shoulder and throwing his hammer up into the air so they can fly toward the Search and Rescue quarters. Thor, at present, doesn't think Loki needs anything more than a patch up. Really, taking him to a doctor or a hospital would be an insult.

Eventually, Thor drops to the ground in front of the office and pushes his way in, inelegantly putting Loki down onto an office chair as he rifles around for a first aid kit.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Thor barely gave Loki time to react so once they land, he splutters in non-verbal rage before he sinks into the scowl with a belligerent scowl, his eyes darkening. ]

You can't simply cart people away in the air, Thor! If I didn't know better, I would have said you were raised in a cowherd's barn!

[worldsaway]

And yet I simply did. [Thor mutters, unbothered from the other side of the room before he returns with the first aid kit and takes a seat in front of Loki.

He takes out some gauze and wads it against the wound on Loki's forehead, holding it firmly to help stop the bleeding as he assess the rest of Loki's condition. He's no medic, but he's helped treat minor injuries before. One of the many things Frigga had managed to impress upon him before he went off to roughhouse and fight.]

Are you bleeding elsewhere?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Thor's touch stills him and Loki doesn't know whether to flee or lean into it. Playing Odin meant keeping his distance and Loki himself preferred that space between himself and others. But it's been a long time since he's been touched in any way that wasn't a blow or a bruising grip. His knuckles goes pale over the arm rests.

In answer to Thor's question, Loki lifts the side of his tunic. There's a tiny wound, not bleeding as profusely as the head wound, but it has stained his clothing. Next to it was an dark ugly scar — a memento from Kurse, the dark elf. ]

[worldsaway]

[Though it doesn't show in his actions, there's tentativeness in Thor's mind. A stab in the ribs is survivable, but it makes you second-guess how comfortable you get around particular people.

The thought lingers in the back of his mind, but he doesn't have any real fear that Loki will lash out physically. It's the emotional lashing out that he needs to be wary of.]

What sort of beasts did you entangle with? [He raises a brow. Now satisfied that the bleeding from Loki's forehead has slowed, he'll generously apply some disinfectant to a cotton ball and dab it on the wound. Loki's wounds heal easier than any mortal's would, but that doesn't mean infection isn't a possibility.]

[dothelokimotion]

The flying kind. My defenses have never been the best among those.

[ He hisses quietly at the touch, but at least he makes no move to bat Thor away. ]

It won't happen again.

[worldsaway]

Then next time you should not venture off alone. [Thor is fully aware that he sounds hypocritical, but as an older brother it's his job to nag and not take his own advice.

He places a small plaster over the gash and sits back to look down at the wound on Loki's side and the blood stains on his tunic.]

It will be easier if you remove your tunic. [He's trying not to let his eyes fixate on the scar.]

I have a spare shirt, unless you prefer to wear your bloodstains with pride.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki snorts lightly at that. If he notices Thor avoiding the blackened scar, he does not mention it. Kindness? Mercy? Or perhaps an inkling of a feeling that this is the closest they've been in years.

( loneliness rings in his head ) ]

Not all of us are gifted with hammers that throw lightning.

[ At Thor's offer, Loki raises an eyebrow. ]

Is it a decent shirt or must I bemoan your lack of colour co-ordination?

[worldsaway]

Then perhaps you should take someone who is. [Hint hint.]

I lack no such thing. My sense of dress is fine, commendable even. [Because it's hard to look bad in anything when you look like Thor, but that doesn't stop him from pulling a hooded cotton sweatshirt from over a chair. It's grey, there's not much to match with.

It's also really big.

He throws it at Loki.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki catches the sweatshirt and holds it up critically before giving Thor a sour look, shaking it out. ]

This is clothing? For whom, giants?

[worldsaway]

For me. [He says in a disgruntled voice, but once he folds his arms over his chest his manner lightens.]

You've never had a problem with giants before. Giantess, in particular...

[dothelokimotion]

[ His cheeks go bloodless for a faint second, as if he's been stricken with a physical blow before Loki controls himself. Thor meant no offense but the thought of giants only reminds Loki of the gulf between them. A gulf of blood and resentment. His gaze flickers away as he looks over the garment. ]

Yes, well. My tastes are a little more discerning nowadays. Surely you have clothes befitting a prince.

[worldsaway]

[Thor, of course, doesn't pick up on Loki's moment of hurt. He's getting better at picking up on Loki's cues, but often he's distracted.

Currently, he's distracted by the state of Loki.]

I do not commonly keep fineries in my team office, no. Do you think you will be able to leave this place? Dressed so poorly? Or would you sooner walk out, covered in blood and looking vulnerable?

[dothelokimotion]

My illusions seem to manage that predicament just fine.

[ But now he was arguing for the sake of an argument and that gets exhausting quickly. Best not to tread on Thor's nerves and his own. With a laborious sigh, Loki tugs his tunic off and slips on the grey monstrosity Thor passed onto him. ]

Happy?

[worldsaway]

Seems a waste of energy to me.

[And Thor is the be all and end all of well-spent time and energy, as everyone surely knows.

When Loki exchanges his clothing, Thor can hardly stifle the bark of laughter that escapes his mouth.]

I think it suits you.