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OTA LOG: ACID RAIN EDITION

who: loki laufeyson (616) and you!
what: prompts taken from the july tdm
when: post-july 20th
where: all over
warnings: tba

1. RESCUES IN THE ACIDIC RAIN.

[ Whenever Loki ventures out into the foul weather he conjures a green magical shield, the same he last used when Leah's construct was attempting to sever his head in Mother's dimension. Droplets that spatter all over it flash a pale lime-gold so that it appears he may be walking around in a glittery bubble, but the fact remains he only dons the protective enchantment to get from Point A to Point B; reaching outside of it is an unpleasant experience even for him.

That's how it starts, anyway.

He eventually finds himself an inadvertent taxi service for anyone caught in the downpour. Whether it's a person hunched down against an abandoned vendor's cart, someone shrieking in a panic as their tenth umbrella of the day turns to tatters, or reluctantly agreeing to ferry food from one household to another (no good deed is too menial for him this week) the God of Mischief is obliging to those in need.

But he doesn't decline any rewards for services rendered, either. ]

2. FIREFLY AT 2AM.

[ The magical shield also happens to glow in the dark, making it a point of interest for anyone with eyes who happens to spot Loki moving around the Quarantine like a mobile nightlight, along the streets and up the glassy walls of skyscrapers. Green orbs swish overhead and light his way as though streetlamps are bobbing along at his request.

If anyone wants one, they are free to shout him over from their hidey-hole. There's not much else to see out there that wanders around so casually in a corrosive downpour, let your curiosity take over. ]

3. A REAL BOAR OF A TIME.

[ With his spellcraft invulnerable to something as ordinarily challenging as acid rain for everyone else, one way or another word gets out about what Loki can do and he feels compelled to help some of the teams ranging out into the jungle intent on setting up their scientific dohickies. The most important turn of events, he feels, is that with his full-body bubbleshield there is no need for a fugly bodysuit, while on the flipside his permanent shimmer in the drab conditions mean that Loki is often requested to head up the front of a party.

When boars attack, the green glow of his shield is joined by the crimson glimmer of his ancestral blade Laevateinn, slashing down their beastly opponents in two or three nimble strikes. Curious why it doesn't take much more effort than that? Loki himself will shrug and tell you, ]

The blade cuts through any hide.

[ It can be intensely handy sometimes when people can bear to have such a dangerous thing around, much like Loki himself. Additionally, he provides marshmallows for those hard at work in the jungle. ]

4. DRAINED.

[ A near daily, constant use of sorcery has Loki on edge during rare moments, rubbing his head as he takes refuge in shops and under eaves of buildings when his headache worsens. He can be found with his feet up on overcast veranda benches, taking a break from supporting his own shield and the magical orbs loaned out across the city, tired-eyed and usually nibbling at a snack for an energy boost. Not that he needs to eat anything, it's more a comfort thing. Mental rousing.

Anyone who spots him will find he doesn't leave in a hurry when approached and those who depend on his magical orbs are free to call him up and find out why their rooms have suddenly gone dark. ]

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[ It's a soothing game on his own nerves, playing with Tony's senses and lulling that brilliant mind's defences so that Tony becomes a creature of hedonism. Groans rumble in the back of Loki's throat as he arches into every touch, pouring an ardent answer into That Kiss because he can't say any of it out loud either; they're both ironically useless at words when it comes to this.

He certainly feels loved again. It's enough to forget everyone else for the time being and simply gasp as teeth rake down his jaw, letting Tony hear how desire burgeons even when Loki's cheeks are drying from tears. Lets him feel it in the press of a half-hard cock through leather pants as they drag over Tony's lap. ]

I'm happiest whenever I get to have you, end of story.

[ there is the faintest whisper of doubt, that this will be enough for Loki. and while he never thought that the godling might want him, in any capacity beyond a bedwarmer, he is starting to realize that he was wrong. that there was more to this and perhaps in being honest, he has set it alight before he even tried at it. is thankful that Loki knows how to pull his attention elsewhere, outwards to the body astride him and the noises of promise and pleasure against his skin.

between one heartbeat and the next, Tony makes a vow to himself to do whatever he can to make sure Loki knows that, no matter how things go with Steve, Tony does love him. that it isn't a question or a competition. he digs his fingers into skin, slides his hand up to cup Loki's jaw and leaves a softer kiss, a sweeter one, a contrast to the way his hips roll up as best they can.]

Then you have me. Beginning of story, if you will.

[ Beginning of story. That's good, it sounds much better than a love confession served up with cracks in it.

Loki nods as they kiss on the bench for a while longer, soft noises parting whenever they briefly break for breath. The summation of his day (and a more than stressful afternoon) takes its toll, however, and the state of his arousal remains languid and lazy, unable to truely inspire aching limbs and a worn out heart. An arm is wrapped around Tony's neck and there Loki buries his face for a second time, one hand still glued to the front of a hot mortal chest where it shows great reluctance in leaving.

He shakes his head, barely stifling a yawn. Sags into Tony. ]

I can't ... not right now. [ It would be easier to enjoy his slow-burn lust if they were in a bed as Tony suggested earlier, away from the acidic dangers of the oncoming night as the wind picks up. What with everything they have gone through today he doesn't mind admitting why he was really stuck out here like a stray cat. ]

I couldn't summon a shield to get back to the Sanctum on my own, it was supposed to be easier after I took a nap ...

[ even without Loki speaking, Tony knows that the god isn't up to anything more than lazy kisses and slowly burning pleasure. and really? Tony is more than okay with that. he wonders if Loki will hold to his 'proposition' when there is just quiet moments and each other's presence to be had. because Tony-- Tony doesn't just want sex and secret rendezvous, that hasn't been his thing for a long while. and while he knows that he falls in love too fast and too far--

well, he doesn't regret it.

as the kissing slows, Tony hums against the curve of Loki's ear, smile finding itself pressed against the skin there as Tony wraps his arms around him tighter.]

The Sanctum? Is that where you have been hiding then. [ he moves his hands to leave slow, calming circles against Loki's back, leaving another kiss against his temple. ] Firstly, do not think I only want you around for this, for physical things. I wasn't lying when I said my door was always open, hell I can teach you more welding if you would like. [ he hopes he isn't pressing too hard on this, the small cracks still fresh. ] Secondly, I am sure if you give me a moment with the armour I can configure it to give us a bit of an umbrella if you want me to carry you back there?

Edited (lets pretend i can type) 2017-08-08 20:00 (UTC)

[ Loki sticks out his tongue when Tony easily susses out where the godling has been crashing. He would like to pretend he turns into an omnipresence whenever he isn't around the apartment but that just isn't true, Loki requires a roof over his head and some cosy blankets as much as anyone.

It never occurs to him to curb his affection or pretend he wants more from Tony. That clause stands as a safety-net in case Tony is stolen away (he's not really yours, Ikol) by some blonde beefcake or other, it doesn't affect Loki's natural inclination to turn into a limpet around him without shapeshifting. ]

That sounds really dorky.

[ But also very sweet. The truth is he worries over his precious boots and coat, which can't be easily replaced without an awful lot of magic that he isn't in the mood to conjure tonight. Loki turns his head and noses the indent of Tony's cheek, wheedling even though his cause is a lost one; it's supremely unlikely he'll get his way, but no one ever got anywhere for a lack of trying. ]

Isn't there a spare suit I could borrow?

[ Tony's laughter is bright at the face, the thing curled around his gut loosening ever so slightly. he understands why Loki wouldn't want to be around the apartment all the time and he knows that Stephen is as trustworthy, if not more, than most. not to mention the two of them probably get along well with the magical side of things.

it is probably more comfortable than the workshop Tony has as well.

either way, Tony appreciates the way Loki stays against him, lets something amused and almost childish wriggle into his words as noses at Tony's cheek. it keeps the smile on Tony's face even as he squeezes at his hips in an apology.]

Mmm, sorry love, no spare suit. I am sure I can piggyback you with the suit, and make sure all of you is covered. This does have the capabilities to turn into the HulkBuster if needed. [ there is only the smallest of flickers of grief in his eyes at that, barely there. ] Unless you want to nap here and wait it out?

[ Wow, he wants a spare suit to be built pronto so he can borrow it sometimes. Maybe. Forget the defences for the wall, incoming new priorities!

Loki squirms as he thinks, and thinks a bit more, then arrives at a fuck it state of mind he can't quite elevate his mood out of. He bites his lip and huffs, nodding to the weather. ]

The Old Man, he never liked fighting in the rain. It made spellwork harder. Not for me these days, not usually, but I'm feeling less than four-times-fantastic after expending too much magic. [ Who needs secrets of past weaknesses when your former nemesis is cuddling your hips so cosily? It's not as if Tony is ever going to lure him into a shower and get him soaked before punching his lights out. ] Piggybacking might be fun, sure.

Rain makes spellwork harder? [ Tony pulls back to look at Loki for that, confusion on his face because-- well he knows nothing about spell casting really, and he never thought that the Old Man had a difficult time with spells no matter what. he doesn't think the information as being tactical at all, just a flicker of something that Loki wanted to share. ] Never thought that-- whatever. I know nothing about spellwork so...

[ he shrugs and presses another kiss to Loki'slips, quick and soft before patting his thighs.] C'mon, I will have a few quick modifications to code into it before it can cover you.

[Tony moves to get up and go to the suit, still standing silent just beyond them. ] I can carry you bridal style if you want, but that does make for more area to cover what with your long limbs and all.

It was harder for him because it reminded him of Thor's presence, so spellcraft became like mixing the ingredients for a cake in a soup.

[ The peck on his lips is an effective way to bring Loki's attention back into the present, warming up on Tony's lap while reminiscing. Sliding to his feet, he stretches as Tony heads over to do his super-nonsense with the suit, shooting him a look. ]

I'll be fine on your back. People can still see out of their windows, you know.

Huh.

[ that is all he says to it, more than pleased to not think about the Mad God that had wrought so much destruction in his life, that had caused him so much loss. instead, he focuses on configuring the suit, letting out a small noise of triumph when the plates start to shift and move, taking the extra layers at the back of the suit to create an overhang that will easily cover all of Loki while he is on Tony's back.

there is a flash of grin.] What? Don't want people seeing you carried around like that by Iron Man? [ the armour closes around him easily, keeping the faceplate open.] C'mon, let's get you to a blanket fort.

You look like the oddest turtle ...

[ Loki pushes him on a shoulder as he steps up behind, wrapping his arms around an iron neck and finding grooves for his grip. The overhang seems adequate enough and the allure of a blanket fort back at the Sanctum is too good to argue with. ]

Don't go too fast, I like not having any bald spots from acidic weather.

Edited 2017-08-08 21:17 (UTC)

The oddest acid rain-proof turtle. Who is giving you a ride home to pillows, you're welcome.

[ he sticks his tongue out, over his shoulder, and smiles back at Loki as he climbs astride him. there is a moment where Tony makes sure that Loki is secure, that the awning covers them both, before he slowly starts to walk back towards where the Sanctum is.]

Mmm, no worries about that, I like my face sans chemical burns myself.

I like it too.

[ Before the faceplate can come down he pokes Tony on the nose, then gets back to the business of hopping on his back properly, knees tucked into iron sides. ]

All systems are go.

[ Tony goes a little cross-eyed for a moment then, as Loki climbs onto his back, makes the choice not to cover his whole face. he leaves the faceplate open, enough that he can talk to Loki easily, even while the rest of the helmet protects his face from any stray droplets.]

Mmm, so I shouldn't try for the Phantom look? I mean, can't sing as well as him, and capes are kind of weird, but--

[ a small shrug, the plates shifting easily with the movement, even with the extra weight on his back. Tony moves easily, not as quickly as he did when he was getting here, but fast enough that it shouldn't take them more than ten minutes to get to the Sanctum. ] WIll bacon laden pizza help with your fatigue? Because I can order some and pick it up once I have dropped you off.

Capes are awesome.

[ Loki clings like a limpet, enjoying the view as they fly. Were the weather nicer he might have consented to a bridal-style trip, but this is nice enough; it isn't lost on him that Tony keeps the faceplate up. He does want Tony to stay with him and eat bacon-slathered pizza, to cuddle down in the Sanctum which is starting to slowly feel like a safe-haven, but,

'Steve ... I've loved him for a long time.'

Loki stays quiet for a long moment, aiming for a neutral tone as his insides broil with thorns. ]

I'll be okay. We can hang out when the weather's not so rotten.

Dunno, more fond of suits of armour myself, capes just seem very... dramatic.

[ capes make him think of Doom. and Thor. and he really doesn't see the point except for the fun swishing that can be had with them. and the forts you can make.

speaking of forts.

an eyebrow goes up at the response and Tony looks at Loki from the corner of his eye, gauntlets squeezing the godling's thighs as gently as he can.]

That wasn't what I asked, Lokes. I asked if you wanted pizza. And I also fail to understand the impact the shitty weather would have on any of this honestly.

[ Too tired even to continue lying, he aims a scathing truth over Tony's shoulder in a drawl. ]

I was trying to get rid of you so I could throw magical darts at a picture of Rogers' head, but since you don't want tact ...

[ and that makes Tony pause, just a moment before he laughs. and it isn't a quiet laugh either; it's a loud thing that sounds almost like it was startled out of him. there is a part of him that is bruised because he knows that the two of them, these two men that he loves dearly, will never get along. not more than slightly amiably at least. but at the same time....]

You know, there have been times when I have wanted to throw darts at his actual head, so I won't say anything. [ still, please don't throw things or be hostile to him, Loki, Tony won't be able to handle that. ] But it that truly going to take up your whole evening? Perhaps you can do that while I am off getting you pizza?

Why don't you go and share some tenderly baked bacon-pizza with him?

[ Gloomy, with every right to sulk, he does so on the suit's shoulder just out of Tony's eye-line, hiding under the protective shell that shields them from the rain. ]

[ that earns Loki a sigh, the flicker of good humor that was there, sparked by Loki's presence, gone. the grip on the godling's thighs tightens again.]

Lokes, I am not ditching you for him okay. And I want to eat pizza and build terrible forts to terrorize Stephen with you, not -- not Steve.

[ His pout turns into a hard line that mutters out an unenthused, 'Whatever', and he shrugs as best he can without falling. The grip on his thighs says he won't, yet that one vague fear remains. It's mainly what stops him from complaining further, not wanting to be ditched in any form before they reach the cover of the Sanctum where he has better ground to stand on, literally and figuratively. ]

[ Tony is well aware that he has an uphill battle a head of him, that it will take more than a little while for him to prove to Loki that he isn't about to abandon him at a moment's notice for Steve. that this isn't a choice to be made, not just because Tony has no idea what Steve wants from him, but because even if Steve did want something, want more, Tony wouldn't be inclined to leave Loki behind even then.

but that is a bridge he will cross when he comes to it.

for now, Tony keeps his grip tight on Loki's thighs and makes the rest of the trip to the Sanctum in silence, but not a hard one. when they reach the front door, Tony shifts to make sure that Loki doesn't get any acid rain on him well he gets off Tony's back.]

Anything other than pizza then?

[ He dozes as they soar, half-asleep like a grumpy cat when dislodged. ]

I'm getting some milk.

[ The Sanctum's atrium is where he heads inside out of the rain with an open invitation for Tony to follow and also seek refuge, the hall roomy with a large staircase that leads up although Loki intends to walk around it to a room on the ground-floor.

His armour and the shadowthread coat, the horns, all peel away with a shimmer of green sparkles to be replaced with a dark red tshirt and grey slacks, barefoot on the tiles as he heads to the kitchen which stands in disrepair; two sorcerers do not engineers make. ]

[ even as Tony sighs, there is something almost fond on his face as he follows Loki into the Sanctum. there is a low whistle as the suit peels away and remains at the front door, like a suit of armour in a castle. this place was... well it was slightly better than when Tony was helping Stephen out a while back but-- he didn't think that so little had been done to it.

leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed loosely, Tony watches the godling make his way around the space, willing to wait until he was spoken to. of course, it did make him wish he had Friday, so he could just send the armour to the pizza place, but alas, he could not do that. and he doubted anyone was delivering in this weather. ]

[ Loki drinks from the carton of milk in the fridge, ferreting around for what passes as jerky and chewing on it as he turns to find Tony in the doorway. He doesn't know what to do with him, displaced without a real home or reason to be around anyone, because whatever distance Tony created by admitting he's the type to swoon over Rogers is very real and Loki is too tired to play games about not caring. ]

Loitering is a crime.

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