[ open ] And they said you were the crooked kind

[dothelokimotion]

who: Loki + You
what: catchall for CR
when: August
where: Around
warnings: N/A


[ Closed to 616!Tony Stark ]

[ Early mornings, Loki finds, are the best times to wander Riverview. Most people are still sleeping and the streets are all but empty. Of course there are a few stragglers around, but Loki finds it easier to ignore them as he enters the coffee shop. This is one of the few strange conventions he enjoys though he tends to leave after a certain hour. He orders a different coffee every time and settles himself next to the window with a book. To everyone else, he looks . . . normal. Ordinary. It's not an image Loki wishes to present to other people.

The Once and Future King lies open on the table as Loki takes a sip from his straw, occasionally glancing out the window and watching people drift. Living was so slow when you reside among humans. ]

[ Closed to VICTOR VON DOOM ]

[ While Loki loves his work at Gramarye, he does not care much for the people. And quite often, Loki gets tired of the inane questions that people bring him. Loki does his duties with aplomb because he dislikes being accused of doing a terrible job but eventually, people grate on him long enough to lock himself in the break room with Victor. ]

How do you even work with these people?

[ He trudges off to the coffee machine, looking harangued. ]

[ OPEN TO ALL daily life ]

[ If anyone wants to catch Loki, he can be found at Gramarye Institute of Magic, somewhat willing to answer queries or the library where Loki is slowly churning through the various literature available to him. You can also catch him wandering around Riverview in the rain without the slightest fear of being burned by acid rain.

If you need a personalized starter, please drop me a PP or ping me on quixotically#8692 ]

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[metalmenace]

[Victor watches Loki head to the coffee machine, drinking his own cup of coffee (not his preference, but he can deal with it for now) while his lips turn up into a hint of a smile.]

I had practice dealing with inane comments and mindless fools when I was still king. In my experience, you learn to either deal with them or end up killing them.

[That's...not helpful, Victor.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki takes a seat opposite him, his fingers curled tightly around the mug. It's discomforting, but Loki has gotten used to discomfort. ]

You were a king? I thought the old monarchies were all but gone on Midgard.

[metalmenace]

That's what some people wish was true, but some monarchies have survived the test of time. I was a king, yes, king of my homeland of Latveria, but I stepped down recently and put people in place to help transfer power. Unfortunately, the people I appointed weren't up to the task.

[He looks somewhat frustrated and his hands grip the mug tighter. For all he may be considered a villain, Victor loved his country and loves his people and knowing that they're suffering, even indirectly because of him, makes him furious. If he wasn't here, if he didn't have plans for when he returned back to his universe, he would immediately take his place as king once more. Because clearly the only person who can lead Latveria properly is Doom.]

[dothelokimotion]

[ It was a strange thing to see another king. Loki finds it surprising that his other self glossed over that fact, considering what kingship means to them. Well . . . to him. His hum is sympathetic as he takes a sip of his coffee. ]

Most people are not. Heavy is the crown, after all.

[metalmenace]

Which is unfortunate for my people. There was a civil war and now the country's in ruins. If I could return without there being a outcry from other countries and certain government agencies, I would, but that would only make SHIELD send a rather large and rocky annoyance to "deal" with me more than they already have.

[He takes a sip of his coffee. Victor figures that if Loki and others from his universe haven't heard of him, then clearly the Fantastic Four aren't actively around either. Well, he hopes they aren't, otherwise he might be a little annoyed.]

[amelioraate]

[ if there was one thing that Tony was going to say that he enjoyed on this moon, it was the fact that there were some really damn good coffee places. sure, you could find them in New York as well, but he was looking on the bright side here and coffee was always a bit of a bright side for him.

that and New York didn't have the strange pastries that were filled with an assortment of different fillings that he couldn't identify. not that him being unable to identify the filling was the good part, but rather that he was sure New York didn't have some of these fruits.

so Tony had taken to a bit of a routine; in the early morning hours (not before the sun rose, but sometimes) he would make his way to town to grab a coffee (okay, sometimes a coffee but once in a while he would get something ridiculously complicated and impossible to order without the help of the charming owner's help) and something to eat before making his way back to either the lab for more work or to the housing for something like an attempt at sleep. a simple routine but one that managed to remind him of the passing of days every once in a while when he got too tangled up in his work to note the movement of time.

making his way easily to the cafe, Tony finds himself slowing as he nears, catching a glimpse of an all too familiar figure in the window seat.

Loki.

the last time they spoke wasn't the best, but Tony finds himself at the very least curious about the younger god of lies, so once he has picked up his order (just black coffee today, with something that almost looks like a blue doughnut), the engineer moves over to the open seat across from Loki, eyes flickering between the book, the empty seat and the god.

he doesn't sit, not yet.]

Do you mind if I sit, or would you prefer quiet time with Arthurian legends?

[dothelokimotion]

[ Stark. His eyes flash as he purses his lips before nodding. Loki was not fond of the Starks by the simple virtue of their similarities. And this Stark had gotten far too close for Loki's comfort. Loki can handle his universe's counterpart easily and the other one was too mired in his own problems to truly be a hindrance.

Still. If he said otherwise, it would be perceived as a weakness. ]

The seat is free if you like, though I cannot promise good company.

[amelioraate]

I didn't ask for good company, just if you would mind some yourself.

[ it is said easily enough as he slides into the seat, setting the coffee and pastry down.

there is a moment where he looks at Loki, blue eyes sharp and perhaps mostly unreadable, but it is clear that there are no negative feelings that he harbours towards the god. curiosity, yes. understanding, a little. but for the most part, Tony is neutral. ]

Do you find yourself enjoying those legends?

[ he nods towards the book as he takes a sip of his coffee. ]

[dothelokimotion]

Why not? I am legend, after all.

[ But Loki has a growing fondness for this story. For Lancelot, the misshapen heap of ugliness that pervades his inner core. For an unhappy end. He sips his coffee through a straw. ]

“They made me see that the world was beautiful if you were beautiful, and that you couldn't get unless you gave. And you had to give without wanting to get.”

[ His eyes slide over to Tony. ]

Words, no doubt, you are familiar with.

acid rain;

[krasnaya_vdova]

[Ava is out in the rain, rescuing people. With how wet out it is, she's a bit too hesitant to use her powers, doesn't even touch people directly. Not to mention that she's still trying to keep them quiet.

She's pretty good at avoiding the rain, whether it's through the environment or a stolen poncho that takes the rain a while to eat through, or running fast and hoping her skin doesn't spark. She'd just been concerning herself with a young woman that had been trapped, and it's when she helps her make it to the side of the street where she can make it back to the residential building that she catches a man stepping blithely into the rain from the corner of her eye.

She's turning, catching sight of him from the back and she doesn't parse it entirely until she's trying to pull him back under the awning.] It's dangerous, you'll--

[And then she catches the profile of his face and it clicks, leaving her with her least favorite Asgardian as her hand pulls back.] Loki.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki blinks, not used to be called out to before he surveys who it is. Recognition sets in his eyes. ]

The little spider. Doing your heroic duties for the day?

[krasnaya_vdova]

[She sighs, shrugging her shoulders a little. This is definitely not a reaction to meeting Natasha earlier. That it was easier to have something to throw herself into, but she nods at the question.]

Just trying to make sure no one's stuck out in this that can't protect themselves. But I imagine you can manage that yourself.

[dothelokimotion]

For the most part. Magic is effective in every area if you know how to utilize it.

[ It can be a strain but Loki's too powerful not to be able to shrug off a little deadly rain. After all he's shrugged off bullets and bombs easily enough. ]

Acid Rain |

[fingerstripes]

[ The fact that he's lasted even this long in a pelting acid rain storm probably should have clued him in. But this is a possibility he'd been dreading, an eventuality that seemed inevitable. He has to ask. ]

Hey- [ He lands nearby, knowing he looks patently ridiculous in a hazmat suit worn over a domino mask. His escrima sticks are tucked away, but they're similarly wrapped up in the material. ]

Not sure if you've seen the forecast, but it's not safe out here now.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki stares at his clothing, torn between bemused and curious. Sometimes it is easy to forget that he's not known here. Granted some Avenger or some figment from his world is quick to remind him otherwise. ]

What's your point?

[fingerstripes]

Well, it seemed like an occasion to ask if you need a spare. [ There's an extra bat umbrella he'd been carrying for that purpose, carefully reinforced with material from another hazmat suit. He tucks it away a little awkwardly, with a halfway sheepish smile. ]

But I can see now that I'd be wasting my bandwidth.

[dothelokimotion]

[ It's the tone of voice that bothers him. Loki is still not used to simple gestures of kindness and generosity. Loki eyes the man before softening a little out of curiousity. ]

You are another costumed hero. From . . . Gotham city, I presume?

[winscenario]

[ Between working on the shuttle and dealing with the repercussions of the acid rain, it's over a week after he's spoken to Loki that Jim manages to get some free time to meet up. He's not particular as to where they meet up for drinks, so he leaves it up for Loki to decide— if not, he'll pick just about any decent and quiet enough bar where they can have a chat.

It's later in the day, though the sun hasn't yet set, and it should be a while before dinnertime, and certainly a while before Bones's shift is over. Until then, Jim's in no particular rush. He shows up at the bar a few minutes early, in a set of casual dark clothes and a worn jacket he shrugs off as soon as he steps inside, looking around the place in search of Loki's face. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki didn't know what to make of Jim's offer. It intrigued him, certainly, but it also made him balk. People wanting to meet him stinks of duplicity and Loki looks for hidden motives in all things. Still, his other self had vouched for Jim's . . . heroism and that sparked more than an idly curiosity. After all, no Loki is ever gracious in their praise.

He dresses as mortals do, albeit in finer tastes than most and he drops his illusion, appearing behind Jim Kirk with a sharp smile, his breath tickling Jim's ear. ]

Welcome, James Kirk.

[winscenario]

[ Jim is startled, more so by the sudden feeling of Loki's breath on his ear than anything else, though he takes it in stride. Turning around with a raised eyebrow, he shoots Loki an amused smile, giving him a quick once-over. ]

You're looking smart.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki shrugs. At times he takes genuine pleasure in dressing well, but that's mostly to play the part. For a man who yearns for a golden throne, he's never been one to indulge heavily in the pleasure of decadence. And he's certainly not wasteful.

Still. Let it never be said Loki ignores flattery. His eyes gleam, pleased. ]

I like to dress well. Shall we?

[hevenly]

[ They had agreed that they both could do with the chance to let off a little steam. And, for Angela at least, the best way she knew to do that was to fight. In the interest of not laying waste to their shared apartment, she leads Loki to a spot near the outskirts of the city, by the wall. Not many people come here, so there will be no passersby to worry about injuring. The ground is uneven, and overgrown with plant life. Weedy, tough tufts of grass poke out through cracks in the cement. It looks like at one point this was a basketball court, though rusted metal poles and faint chalk outlines are the only remnants of the game.

This should do. ]

How do you want to do this? Your magic against my blades?

[dothelokimotion]

[ It has been some time since Loki has donned his armor. It feels strange against his skin, as if he's slipped on another disguise without meaning to. He tugs at his sleeves at first before reaching for two large daggers, curved and deadly. ]

Why not both?

[hevenly]

[ Angela grins wickedly, grabbing her ichors and willing them to form into sharp daggers, curved like Loki's. She usually uses them as axes, but she feels like this will be better if they are more evenly matched. ]

Sounds like a worthwhile challenge.

[ She takes a ready stance at one end of the once-court, her muscles tensed but unmoving, the only motion that of the ribbons around her neck which blow in the wind lazily. ]

Ready when you are.

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki twirls the blades in his fingers. They feel like condensed deadly light in his hands. He crouches before he lets one fly straight at Angela's chest. Loki's aim has always been precise and he has never been one to hold back, even when he lacks Thor's battle fervor. ]