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riverviewlogs2017-09-17 04:31 pm
ikols) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-17 04:31 pm
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who: loki & tony (616s)
what: tony has woken up from his coma and pays the godling a visit.
when: forward-dated to whenever essie wishes eyy.
where: the sanctum sanctorum.
warnings: tba
[ Stephen's home has undergone a hefty restoration and now, with mostly everything but the superficial work done, the halls echo properly without holes in them (not to mention the ceiling) and the voice of one godling carries melodically through the arched corridors as he crosses the threshold after an afternoon of pillaging temples. A small sack of knick-knacks over his shoulder, Loki swivels his way through the front-door, slamming it on heels that shuffle-dance their way through the ground-floor toward his bedroom, silvertongue-touched lyrics ringing out clear as a bell.
Soul buyer, spitting fire, only your touch gonna get me wild, say I'm not a sinner but you make me a LIII-AAA-YAAAR! I like them games we play when you're inside my veins! No, a little good don't stop the devil! If I go up in flames, then just put me away! 'Cause a little good don't stop the devil!
The obnoxious song is half because he thoroughly enjoys it and also to annoy the former Sorcerer Supreme if Stephen is trying to have a quiet day in. One of Loki's bedroom doors is kicked open as he dances his way inside, headphones still firmly in place so that his groove isn't interrupted, scooting around furniture.
Hel-bent, left again, ain't coming back till gods know when! Oh yeah, I'll be damned, gonna make a deal with a backdoor man! Soul buyer, spitting fire, only your touch gonna get me wild, never was a sinner till you set me on FIII-EEE-YAAAR!
Horns and a shadowthread coat are thrown onto his bed as Freyja the snake peeps over the glass of her tank to see what all the noise is about. Anything she hisses about the person loitering near the entrance of the bedroom is drowned out by Loki's hooting as he tosses artefacts from furtive raids into boxes and onto shelves, sorting out his haul.
In his defence, it's not the most embarrassing song on his phone and he's not the poorest dancer. ]
what: tony has woken up from his coma and pays the godling a visit.
when: forward-dated to whenever essie wishes eyy.
where: the sanctum sanctorum.
warnings: tba
[ Stephen's home has undergone a hefty restoration and now, with mostly everything but the superficial work done, the halls echo properly without holes in them (not to mention the ceiling) and the voice of one godling carries melodically through the arched corridors as he crosses the threshold after an afternoon of pillaging temples. A small sack of knick-knacks over his shoulder, Loki swivels his way through the front-door, slamming it on heels that shuffle-dance their way through the ground-floor toward his bedroom, silvertongue-touched lyrics ringing out clear as a bell.
Soul buyer, spitting fire, only your touch gonna get me wild, say I'm not a sinner but you make me a LIII-AAA-YAAAR! I like them games we play when you're inside my veins! No, a little good don't stop the devil! If I go up in flames, then just put me away! 'Cause a little good don't stop the devil!
The obnoxious song is half because he thoroughly enjoys it and also to annoy the former Sorcerer Supreme if Stephen is trying to have a quiet day in. One of Loki's bedroom doors is kicked open as he dances his way inside, headphones still firmly in place so that his groove isn't interrupted, scooting around furniture.
Hel-bent, left again, ain't coming back till gods know when! Oh yeah, I'll be damned, gonna make a deal with a backdoor man! Soul buyer, spitting fire, only your touch gonna get me wild, never was a sinner till you set me on FIII-EEE-YAAAR!
Horns and a shadowthread coat are thrown onto his bed as Freyja the snake peeps over the glass of her tank to see what all the noise is about. Anything she hisses about the person loitering near the entrance of the bedroom is drowned out by Loki's hooting as he tosses artefacts from furtive raids into boxes and onto shelves, sorting out his haul.
In his defence, it's not the most embarrassing song on his phone and he's not the poorest dancer. ]