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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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[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.

Black will do.

[ He's passingly familiar with coffee, at least. There's so much of Midgard he doesn't know and the learning curve is large. But Loki will breach it in no time. After some thought, Loki pulls up a chair, folding his hands on his lap. At McCoy's question, his brow furrows before Loki answers. ]

My brother Thor. And I suppose a few others from my universe, though I have yet to make their acquaintance.

Well, we've got that in common.

[He never likes to mess with his coffee. Leave it as is and drink it as it was ended. At least that's how he feels about it. Moving the plate to the table for Loki, he sets a fork on the table beside it and smiles just a touch for him before returning to the coffee pot that is finishing up its job. Pouring a mug, he moves it to the table before finishing up his own food and moving it to the table.

Settling across from him, he tips his head to the food.] If you need anything else, just let me know.

So your brother is Thor? Not quite how the myths went, but I can see that. Not met him, but he was kinda written none too bright in the stories. Guessin' that's a bunch of malarkey, right?

[ Loki reaches for it hesitantly, like he's waiting for the shoe to drop. His long fingers curl around the mug delicately as the heat sends a wave of discomfort through him. When he was younger, he paid it no heed. Now, it is a secret that cuts to the bone. ]

I do not know what this "malarkey" is, but Thor has his moments, I suppose.

[ It's grudging. Thor did manage to perceive his illusions of late. Credit is given when it's due. ]

[Leonard can't help but laugh at that. Of course that sort of talk wouldn't be wholly understood.]

Sorry, lot of back home in how I talk. It's basically sayin' something is made up or ridiculous I s'pose. But I'm guessin' him bein' smarter than he is in the stories is a good thing. I always wondered if it was just some joke people pushed into the stories to fluff up the myth that all strong people were brainless.

[It's more a thought. He'd really never been fond of Thor in the stories for that reason. He was very crass and brutish and not so much 'likeable'. But then, neither had Odin.] Is the coffee too hot? You could let it set and cool a bit if you like? I can get water instead.

No!

[ His reply is hasty and a little sharp. Loki nearly bites his tongue off, annoyed with himself. Careless! ]

It will do. As I said, I am not particular about my food and drink.

[Both brows rose just a little at the hasty reply, but he said nothing. Where he wasn't so sure what he said to offend or upset him, he figures it best not to pursue it for now. Bein' mere acquaintances didn't give no one the right to just ask personal questions.

So instead, he just offered a light smile and the lift of a shoulder.] Suit yourself, just a suggestion. Just remember, guests are meant to be taken care of, so if you need anything I can actually pull off, I will give it my best shot.

[ Loki nods with a faint pout he can't fully disguise. He takes a deliberate sip of the coffee to show he's not bothered and to display some form of good manners. The taste is bitter but it suits him now. After a few seconds, Loki sets it down as he addresses the doctor's previous query. ]

I do not . . . require anything, but your . . . offer has been noted.

As for the myths, they are stories I brought to Earth long ago. But I preferred not to give a straight answer so how they were interpreted remained with mankind.

[All he gave was a quick nod in acknowledgment to Loki's response. Best not linger on it if the man didn't want to discuss it. So instead, he happily latched on to the chance to follow the line of topic back to mythos.]

Yeah, humans are bad about only hearing what they way want rather than what is. Though, it is interesting. So, did Thor really dress up like Freyja and pretend to be her? That story always amused me.

[So did the stories about Loki's strange ways of saving them from silly situations they seemed to like gettin' themselves into.]

[ His lips twitch minutely. A lot of the past has slipped through his fingers like sand and it's difficult to recall the pleasant memories he once held so dear. That was the problem with lies. They taint everything with one broad stroke. ]

He didn't quite have the hips and temperament for it, but he certainly gave it a try.

No kiddin'.

[The doctor has to laugh. His eyes lighting up as he ducks his head.]

'Fraid I won't be able to meet your brother with a straight face now. If even half the things you did to solve problems are true, I am impressed. I always found your stories the most interestin'.

[ His smile stretches into a grin more mocking and sly, as is Loki's default to lean on. ]

Obviously. I'm the only one with any kind of creativity in Asgard.

Creativity is a very important survival tool. Also most entertainin'. Guess there was a reason I liked you in the stories. Even if they likely are exaggerations or possibly some made up. Kinda hard to tell.

[He tipped his head to the pie and smiled just a little.] Did you want to try it? If you want, I have some ice cream I can add to it? Lotta people like it that way.

That is the idea. Why reveal the truth to an engaging story?

[ Loki cuts a tiny part of the pie with his fork, looking it over. After coming to a silent decision, he speaks. ]

I've spent a great deal of time with little to no food. As such, I've become accustomed to eating what is necessary and not for pleasure. My . . . apathy is not a reflection of your skills or manners.

That is a very good point.

[He really doesn't feel to offended by those words. In truth, he makes them for Jim cause the man loved them. He still thinks his mom's are the best and his are only so good. But that was a personal belief, cause whether he admitted it or not, Leonard was a good cook.]

All that matters is you give it a shot. Hopefully it'll at least be passable regardless. [He didn't expect a compliment, just a willingness to eat it if nothing else.]

[ Willingness to eat, to sleep, to do the routine necessary for survival tires Loki out more than anything. There's no real pleasure derived from a good meal or a warm bath. He may have won, but life is going through the motions.

In that way, is he not less than human? Not that it's a surprise, but it rankles. He takes a bit, chewing carefully. The sweetness hits the back of his throat sharply. ]

It is . . . good. Does this "ice-cream" make a huge difference?

[Leonard smiles when he tries it and appreciates the effort to compliment him even if it was just that. An effort at politeness. Finally he grinned at the question about ice cream and pushes to his feet.]

The way I see it, the only way to find out is to try it. [Snatching the carton from the freezer, he grabbed a spoon before coming back to the table.] And if you don't like it, then you can just not eat it. Never know till you try it, right?

[Easily getting a small scoop out of the container, he puts it on the plate away from the pie just in case Loki decides he doesn't like it.] Just get some on the fork then get some pie. That way you can give it a shot. Hell, you might even decide you like the ice cream better than the pie.

[ Loki dutifully follows Leonard's instructions, watching the ice-cream melt slowly on the plate with the kind of interest a child might have. While his eyes are not wide-eyed and bright, there's certainly a spark of curiosity as he places some of it on top of his pie and scooping it with his fork. After a few cautious bites . . . ]

The flavor is much improved with this cold cream you have put on it.

Really does something for it, doesn't it? Never understood why it made such a difference, but it really does. Glad you like it.

[Finishing up his own salad, he went to put the dishes away before grabbing himself a small slice with ice cream before sitting back down at the table with him.]

I'll get an idea about the fish around here and see if I make something like that for ya another time. Been weird bein' here though. Gettin' to know a whole new ecosystem and figure out what works. Glad somethings are the same though.

[ Loki eats slowly and methodically, like he's going through the motions. ]

Is cooking a . . . hobby to you, as mortals put it?

Hobby is a good way of puttin' it. My mom was all 'bout cookin' and havin' food on the table. She'd feed anyone that walked in the door. Guess it's a southern tradition to pour hospitality on visitors. And we seem to do that best with food.

[He shrugs a bit and tips his head to look at the pie on his own plate.]

Just decided to learn a bit from her and just kept goin' from there. My ex-wife didn't cook. So I tended to make dinner for us unless I was workin' late. [Or other big problems came up after that.] Now I just keep learnin' cause Jim... he's allergic to a lot of stuff so I rather just make it myself so I know what's in it.

[Actually, he's so used to talking about Jim, he doesn't even think Loki may not know him or who he's talking about.]

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