[ Loki is absolutely and utterly impressive in this moment, tyvm!!! ]
Do you?
[ his lids lower and he takes a step forward to close some of the gap between them. it's rather comical, there's naked Ahad and then Loki dressed in an extra layer of fun. ]
[ well, isn't that a change of pace? surprised that the wine isn't for naked Ahad, he takes it between his hands and cups it in his palms, too caught off-guard to make a witty remark about it. ]
[ Ahad raises an eyebrow, amused by Loki's surprise. ]
There's always business afoot.
[ He'll use his suddenly free hands to lean in and tug Loki closer by the material near the neck of his furry cloak. Ahad's next words are spoken close to his ear. ]
I met someone, who asked me if I had heard of Asgard.
[ it doesn't take much to coax Loki closer. Ahad beckons, and Loki takes a few steps forward toward him. it's business, so he doesn't let his breath catch at the proximity. there's something more like a professional exchange, even if Ahad is ... well, nude.
[ If it looks like sex, anyone looking in on them might be less likely to listen in closely. Ahad's not quite that paranoid, but he never once forgets where they are. ]
Dark hair and bearded. He speaks volumes, but says very little.
[ This doesn't necessarily mean he didn't get a name. ]
No, he didn't know I was here, not until he made that banal network post about his stupid armor. [ does he sound like a child? he doesn't particularly care at the moment. ]
He's from the same corner of the multiverse as that version of my brother came from; he knows another me, and of course, believes me to be similar. [ he traces down Ahad's bare shoulder with the back of his knuckle. ] The Stark—Iron Man—I knew in my world wasn't so fond of me, either.
We spoke briefly, he insisted that I was the Loki he knew, and this was my fault.
There's another, not a man: Natasha, she calls herself Black Widow. We spoke during the festivities, she told me that Stark was here.
[ and she had mentioned something about Other Loki, too. ]
Where I come from, there are more, with my brother, calling themselves the Avengers. I'm not certain who or how many are in their realms, but they exist. [ a pause. ] A former incarnation was the reason for their assembly. It seems the sentiment echoes through the omniverse.
[ for a moment he's quiet, as if he's debating speaking. ]
No—but their expectations ... they have weight. I was something else for so long, and reality has grown comfortable with a certain shape. It would have me that way again.
[ a pause, because that expectation has legs and is running around like an evil Bugs Bunny. ]
That may have influence.
[ he doesn't want that. gods, he doesn't want that. he had fought long and hard to become what he was—sacrificed too much—looking back felt ... wrong. ]
[ in reality, he's terrified. being here was like a new start, but now it's filling up again with those who have certain expectations of him, ones that lean on villainy and evil. ]
[ there's an instinct inside of him that always wants to run. there are expectations laid upon him, weighing good with bad. right now, he could be a disappointment. he's not sure what's worse.
a light pressure is pressed against the cloak, his palm laying over his heart. he holds his breath, and then lets out a thin, quiet laugh. his fingers crawl a little anxiously to Ahad's, and lay over the wrist at his chest. ]
It's an opportunity.
[ in the same place he wants to damn another Loki, he also might want to save him. ]
[ There's still no judgement there. Ahad had only recently stopped running, but his reasons were his own and could not be anyone else's. Loki had to come to a conclusion about this on his own. ]
[ it was easy to twist things around—to call running away a new start. he had run from the people he cared for, from his obligation because he thought he could cast everything away for selfish whims. that didn't make him any different than King Loki, did it? ]
Ah ...
[ no, it didn't. ]
Yes, that's true.
[ he tips his head, green eyes heavy lidded beneath dark lashes. his hair brushes against his cheeks. ]
It could be an impact for that Loki too, couldn't it?
Perhaps. I don't particularly care about that Loki.
[ He'll study Loki's face for a moment, taking in those heavy lids and the tilt to his head, before brushing Loki's hand away and fisting both hands in the material of his cloak. Apparently, it's time to back up toward the bed. ]
the words tug at him, make him feel a little heady. it's easy for Ahad to brush his hands away, as Loki seems to move with him, reading the little gestures and following his cues. his eyes remain bright and half-lidded as he's backed up, taking small steps along with him to space into the gap. ]
[ It becomes more like being pulled forward, because Ahad's made a decision. When the backs of Ahad's legs hit the bed, he'll raise an eyebrow at Loki, as if waiting for him to act. ]
You are enough trouble.
[ The 'trouble' is a tease, and an attempt to lighten the heavy weight of 'you are enough'. ]
[ it's usually less like this, and more with Ahad's hands on him, and more passion boiling between them. Loki was good at reading gestures and movements, and he knew how to move with him. this is a cue that he hasn't been offered before. ]
Well, I have to keep your hands full, don't I?
[ deft fingers to go the clip of the cloak and he unsnaps it, twisting it over his shoulders and draping the bed with it. closing the gap between them, he pushes him down. ]
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Do you?
[ his lids lower and he takes a step forward to close some of the gap between them. it's rather comical, there's naked Ahad and then Loki dressed in an extra layer of fun. ]
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Keep it on, for now.
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Ah—that implies that there's business afoot.
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There's always business afoot.
[ He'll use his suddenly free hands to lean in and tug Loki closer by the material near the neck of his furry cloak. Ahad's next words are spoken close to his ear. ]
I met someone, who asked me if I had heard of Asgard.
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he takes a long drink of the wine.
long enough to drain it. ]
Did you get a name?
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Dark hair and bearded. He speaks volumes, but says very little.
[ This doesn't necessarily mean he didn't get a name. ]
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Tony Stark.
[ that one is easy.
he doesn't hide his wariness, but it's more than just Tony. ]
You remember Thor, don't you?
[ how could you forget Thor? ]
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[ He says it in such a way that you can feel the sarcasm coming off of him.
But he does kiss Loki right behind his ear, as if to make up for it. ]
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[ not exactly pleased, but not displeased, either. he cants his head, hair brushing against Ahad's lips. ]
He's of their world. Friends, comrades in arms—the me in that world was their enemy. You can probably catch the falling pieces of that catastrophe.
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Did he confront you? Ah, of course he did, and likely in the most obnoxious way possible.
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He's from the same corner of the multiverse as that version of my brother came from; he knows another me, and of course, believes me to be similar. [ he traces down Ahad's bare shoulder with the back of his knuckle. ] The Stark—Iron Man—I knew in my world wasn't so fond of me, either.
We spoke briefly, he insisted that I was the Loki he knew, and this was my fault.
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[ There's a certain finality to Ahad's words. One man is easy to ignore or deal with, depending on Loki's wishes.
He does lean back and reach out to pick up the wine glass again. It's newly filled. ]
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[ and she had mentioned something about Other Loki, too. ]
Where I come from, there are more, with my brother, calling themselves the Avengers. I'm not certain who or how many are in their realms, but they exist. [ a pause. ] A former incarnation was the reason for their assembly. It seems the sentiment echoes through the omniverse.
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They have no quarrel with you, beyond what they create. You are not the Loki they know nor will be, despite any instance on their part.
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No—but their expectations ... they have weight. I was something else for so long, and reality has grown comfortable with a certain shape. It would have me that way again.
[ a pause, because that expectation has legs and is running around like an evil Bugs Bunny. ]
That may have influence.
[ he doesn't want that. gods, he doesn't want that. he had fought long and hard to become what he was—sacrificed too much—looking back felt ... wrong. ]
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[ He'll sigh, leaning more of his weight on Loki. ]
Your wants and needs have impact, as well.
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I suppose it just depends on which is stronger.
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You are. [ There's nothing but confidence here. ]
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a light pressure is pressed against the cloak, his palm laying over his heart. he holds his breath, and then lets out a thin, quiet laugh. his fingers crawl a little anxiously to Ahad's, and lay over the wrist at his chest. ]
It's an opportunity.
[ in the same place he wants to damn another Loki, he also might want to save him. ]
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One that you should consider taking.
[ There's still no judgement there. Ahad had only recently stopped running, but his reasons were his own and could not be anyone else's. Loki had to come to a conclusion about this on his own. ]
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Ah ...
[ no, it didn't. ]
Yes, that's true.
[ he tips his head, green eyes heavy lidded beneath dark lashes. his hair brushes against his cheeks. ]
It could be an impact for that Loki too, couldn't it?
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[ He'll study Loki's face for a moment, taking in those heavy lids and the tilt to his head, before brushing Loki's hand away and fisting both hands in the material of his cloak. Apparently, it's time to back up toward the bed. ]
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the words tug at him, make him feel a little heady. it's easy for Ahad to brush his hands away, as Loki seems to move with him, reading the little gestures and following his cues. his eyes remain bright and half-lidded as he's backed up, taking small steps along with him to space into the gap. ]
Oh? [ the sound comes out breathy. ]
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You are enough trouble.
[ The 'trouble' is a tease, and an attempt to lighten the heavy weight of 'you are enough'. ]
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Well, I have to keep your hands full, don't I?
[ deft fingers to go the clip of the cloak and he unsnaps it, twisting it over his shoulders and draping the bed with it. closing the gap between them, he pushes him down. ]
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