Take your time. [Goddamnit. Goddamnit. He watches Loki walk away, keeping one eye on the retreating god for a moment before he finds himself alone with the delicious comfort food. He doesn't say anything, slowly circling the kitchen and keeping his gaze locked on the counters and the serving plates of food. Eventually though he pulls up a chair to sit in front of the food and stare at it.
Nope. Nopenopenope must resist, must actually be good.
That lasts for a few more moments before he's getting back up, casually pawing through drawers for a fork. Loki won't notice if he takes a little bit off the top of that mac and cheese, will he? There's a lot of loud rattling as he digs for a fork, eventually coming up with one and hovering over the dish before tentatively poking at it.
One more look at the kitchen door to make sure he's alone...and yeah, okay, forget it. He'll just shove a forkful into his mouth and sit in his chair again. Thank you, Loki, for leaving him unsupervised.]
he's also returning with a few eggs in a bowl. he stops short as he catches Hiro on the last moment between the big, cheesy spoonful of food and his mouth. ]
Well then ...
[ the bowl of eggs gets set to the side and he crosses his arms over his chest. ]
[Loki's the worst. He looks up suddenly, fork dangling out of his mouth and the absolute perfect expression of a child busted for sticking his hand in the cookie jar. He doesn't respond immediately, blinking up at Loki before slowly pulling the utensil out of his mouth and continuing to stare.]
...taste-testing to make sure it's safe for your date?
[He rolls his eyes up to look at the hand resting on his head, staring back down at the food and ignoring the growling of his stomach long enough to make a face in return. That was really, really rude, Loki...but it's hard to keep the act up before he's grinning again anyway.]
Well then I'll remember that for all of my future dates. [Screw it, he's not going to bother looking for a plate yet. He'll just continue on as he was.] I keep forgetting you actually know what you're doing in a kitchen. How'd you even find time? It didn't take that long for me to get back...
[ he's so, so bad. but he couldn't resist just a tiny tad bit of trolling. he allows Hiro to return to the over-consumption of fried foods. Curly, one of Loki's imps, is pushing over a chair so he can crawl onto the counter to crack the eggs into a bowl between claw-like little fingers. ]
You took long enough. Spoilers! When I'm really pressed for time I turn the kitchen into my own personal rendition of The Sorcerer's Apprentice.
[ he begins sifting the flower so they can weigh it. ]
[In truth, it's hard to stop once he's started and eventually he does get up to grab a real plate to load it with food instead of picking at it and double-dipping. It's mostly out of sheer laziness though, finding it easier to eat off of a plate instead of hovering over each dish whenever he wants to switch. As he sits back and near the counter he's balancing the plate in his hand as he eats, eyes watching the imps closely with unabashed curiosity. He has an imp or two that will follow his directions, but for the most part they still like to take his bot pieces and hide them from him instead.]
Only instead of broomsticks you've got these guys and cooking utensils? I could believe it. [All said around a mouthful of chicken. Swallowing, he reaches forward to poke the little imp with the handle of his fork to stop him from cracking too many eggs. Just because he doesn't bake much himself doesn't mean he doesn't know recipes by heart.] You can thank Max for delaying me. I'm still trying to get him to forgive me for taking him on all of these trips to places he doesn't wanna go.
[With assurance that the imp is taken care of, Hiro's moved on to watching Loki instead to make sure everything falls into place. He slows his chewing though as a thought occurs to him.] ...I didn't really interrupt something, right? [Other than Loki carving into a box, he means.]
[ Loki's food is good, probably not the best in the Ten Realms, or even the best in Drabwurld, but the cheese is creamy and the chicken is crunchy and it has its own Midgardian comfort food flair that he had managed, somehow, to retain.
out of all three of Loki's imps, Moe's probably the meanest, occasionally digging through Loki's pockets unhappily or taking his things until he's satisfied. they're useful, and they listen as much as imps can listen. (better when they're offered little gifts.) Moe hisses and makes a grab for the fork, holding on to the stem until he's shaken off. after that he slinks around the corners and stares at Hiro with possibly murderous imp intent (that really doesn't mean much of anything while Loki's there). Loki just scoots him out of the way with his foot in his pursuit of a bowl. ]
If you were interrupting something I wouldn't have shown up. You would've gone sad and cookie-less for another few days. [ he makes a halfway sign with his hand. ] Depending on what.
[In all fairness, Loki's food could be the best in the Ten Realms, the Drabwurld, and the entire existence of existing and Hiro would still be slotting it at second-best. Nothing compares to Aunt Cass's food but this is definitely a close second. Considering how he's barely pausing between bites it's most appreciated (and also probably the first real meal he's sat down for in days.) There's a hiss right back at the imp as he shakes Moe off of his fork, narrowing his eyes at the creature before returning his attention to Loki.]
I wouldn't call it sad...[Though that's exactly what it was.] But I'm honored that you deemed this important enough to actually do in the meantime. [Another bite of mac and cheese, and then--] At least I'll have something to take back to the castle. I didn't bring enough gold to buy anything else while I was out.
[ maybe Hiro will die by starving, irony to us all. ]
You speak as if cookies are of little importance. Who are you and what have you done with Hiro?
[ really now.
true to being himself, Loki hefts Hiro's bag from one of the chairs and begins going through it to find those chocolate chips that he's heard so much about. he doesn't seem at all fussed about riffling through his things like a bandit. ]
[There's a pause as he watches, apparently not at all bothered by Loki going through his things. Jason has before. He has no room for argument. He'll find a lot of books, supplies that are enough proof he hasn't been home for several days, a stack of papers clipped together, some school supplies, a few weapons, half a bottle of sleeping draught…normal things. The chocolate chips are near the bottom, just recently opened. And as Loki goes through his things, Hiro settles for poking his fork into another piece of chicken.]
I might have killed him. [It's a casual statement meant to be taken lightly, completely unaware of any implications that might come from it but it's true. He's not the same anymore, and yet there are pieces that are still entirely the same that he's trying to fix. But that's admitting too much so it's easier to make jokes about it.] I'm recreating Hiro 2.0, the Hiro that actually looks both ways before crossing the street. The Hiro that has the old Hiro's memories and experiences but is...you know, better.
[He looks up again, a small smirk on his face and just gauging how Loki will respond to that. It's an answer that isn't an answer and he's well aware.]
[ Loki rummages without much care, digging out the chocolate chips and tossing them up before catching them in triumph. the go sliding across the counter before he starts mixing the dough together. chocolate chips were great. it was like he wouldn't have to take a hammer to a bar of chocolate. (not that such activities weren't cathartic.)
I am the crime
there's a pause in stirring where he looks at him, like he's searching for something. guilt, it's guilt that takes a hold of him; it passes, brief enough that it might've not happened at all.
that will not be forgiven
the spoon starts again and he dumps the entire bag of chocolate chips in the dough, because you can never have too much chocolate. ]
A better Hiro, hm? [ hero. that's clever. he eats some cookie dough off the spoon. ] Fortunately for Hiro 2.0, no one needs to die for that one. Consider it more of an update.
Just don't pull a Firefox on anyone, you'll hear the collective groan when their add-ons cease to function properly.
[He locks his eyes with Loki's for a moment, trying to read the expression and also letting himself be read. It's a strange type of honesty there but still completely guarded and waiting for Loki to say something. Anything.
And then the moment's lost. It's gone and he grins a little because no, you can't have too much chocolate. It's also the one time he doesn't mind the hero pun, making a grabby motion with his hand for the spoon. Even though the fork is still in his hand. Share, Mom.]
Trust me, I'd rather be a Chrome. Updating and compatible with a bunch of different apps and extensions. [He frowns slightly in thought.] I told Jason I don't want a death wish. So I'm doing things differently this time.
he dips the spoon that he licked back into the dough and hands it to Hiro casually. they've shared worse, and now the cookies bind them as spit brothers. ]
Knocking yourself into the same wall never wields desirable results, especially when it's burning and covered in spikes.
That's why we change. That's the point, you could say. A better Hiro, a better Loki, so we do things different. We try again.
[Like he's never done this with Tadashi before. Or let Mochi eat off of the same spoon he's eaten off of. There's a bright grin and he's promptly setting the fork down, snatching the spoon to shovel the cookie dough into his mouth.]
I know. [Said around the spoon.] ...I think maybe you were right. About being afraid of change even though it wasn't change I was afraid of, it was about not controlling that change. We can't control everything, right? We just focus on the things we can control and do our best to make sure we're in a good position for everything else. Adapt as we see fit for each situation. Don't do stupid things and be smarter to stay ahead. That kind of thing.
[He pulls the spoon out of his mouth.] ...I want to be a better Hiro. People in this court are starting to trust me more though. The new shardbearers and everything? I can help them. I've been helping them.
[He's eaten about half of the mac and cheese and the chicken he had on his plate, but he's eyeing the dough again.] ...plus...you know...some important people in the military have started approaching me for jobs, too.
[ Loki puts another spoonful of dough in his mouth and slides it out. he globs some dough onto a tray, then puts some in his mouth. one for the tray, one for Loki. one for the tray, one for Loki. ]
Ah—important military personnel. That sounds like a conspiracy. [ he waves the spoon in a circle. ] All in a day's work when military and jobs are involved.
So, you're a hot commodity, are you going to take them?
[ Hiro "needs to help everyone" Hamada, even at the expense of himself. he can pinpoint the desire to be needed and wanted. he knows, because he has it, himself. he doesn't like it, and most of the time he ignores it, but sometimes it breaks from the front in desperation. ]
[Unlike Loki, Hiro has a much, much harder time ignoring that desire and in the end usually stumbles right into traffic anyway.
Once upon a time, a very important person said to Hiro: 'Eventually ... you'll get it. You'll get how to make your actions all work together. But you aren't there yet.' It's true. It's true enough but he finally sort of feels like he's starting to get it.
His eyes remain on the spoon before glancing at the cheese-covered fork and debating how well it'd settle to stick it in the bowl to get some more dough himself. Instead, he chooses to answer.]
I kinda already did...[Whoops.] I just got back from Redgate. [Hence the fact he was starving, wanting cookies, and looking a little more sleep-deprived than usual.] This was just kinda on the way back to the castle.
[ not as if R&D wasn't a military operation, but something strikes him as a little different with this. enough that Hiro felt the need to point it out. ]
Then you've already made your decision. You do know no matter how you frame it that you get to the same end?
[ the racks of cookies go in the oven and Loki hopes for the best. there's not much here to gauge temperature except for, well, himself, and he wasn't always the best judge that he could be. (see: he could be, if he wanted to be.) ]
[He's uncertain if this is something to tell Saber at a later date. As it stands, he's quiet for a moment, watching Loki shove the cookies into the oven.]
That's the part I'm not really sure about. If it's the same end, I mean. I mean I guess it kinda is since the quartermaster told me that if I succeeded he'd help me with some of my projects but that's only if he likes the report.
[A small pout follows.] Besides, they're just dwarves.
Ah, the dwarves. Cagey, bearded and usually covered in five kinds of grime. Do they ever see the light of day? Dwarves hold many secrets—I did tell you the story of how they forged Thor's hammer.
[ Loki leans back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest casually. occasionally he'll tip back on his toe, leaning back up again. ]
I'm not sure if you're trying to tell me I'm disgusting, or that I don't see the light of day. Either way, dude, shut up. [That's so rude, Loki, how dare you. Nevertheless he's just going back to eating what's on his plate because it's there and he's still hungry, but he'll continue the thread of conversation.]
You told me that and that's just part of why I wanted to go see them. You're right, they've got a ton of secrets locked up and they've been known to build some really cool stuff. Graves wanted me to learn about them so we can build a better relationship with them...which makes sense. I mean Redgate's their first line of defense but they're only teaching Seelie about their craft? It's messed up. So I'm learning as much about them and Troichean Beinn as possible.
One of those is on point. [ the hasn't seen the light of day one. that one. ] Unless you decide to grow some beard ... [ he eyes Hiro. ] ... fuzz. [ so, that fell flat, but was not incorrect. ]
[ who knew such a tiny creature could consume food three times his size. Loki watches, mildly impressed. ]
A shot in the food is what it is. Despite Seelie involvement, Redgate is Unseelie-held territory. Alas, the stubbornness of dwarves. [ he says, his voice sourly mocking. ] It would be bad for the Unseelie if the Seelie meant to seize redgate through the tunnels inwhich the dwarves shroud themselves.
[He lifts an eyebrow, his expression indicating that he's fairly certain he'll never be able to grow facial hair even if he tries. A hand comes up to subconsciously pat his own face, a little frown of disappointment before it's back to food. Here we have a wild, human teenage boy in his natural habitat, a bottomless pit that will probably have to have things physically taken from him or wait it out until he decides he's full.
But his eyes light up as soon as Loki speaks because...yes. Yes, that is exactly the conclusion he'd drawn himself. It takes him a few tries to swallow the amount of food in his mouth before he sets the plate aside, digging in his backpack for a stack of papers.]
We cannot lose Redgate. And we're not gonna. That's one of the things I was hoping Graves could talk to the dwarves about as soon as he figures out a proposal for them. Redgate's their first line of defense and it's ruled by our guys. Wouldn't it make more sense to make nice with us and teach us their secrets so that we could better protect Troichean Beinn? After all, if the Seelie decided they wanted to overthrow us and control Redgate, it'd be a battle and enacting a battle would mean getting them involved and who wants to do that? [There's a crooked smile following, a slight lift of his eyebrows as he thumbs through his notes at an alarming rate.]
The dwarves will do whatever it takes to protect themselves. Don't you think that means aligning with their true allies instead? That's why Graves sent me out there. We needed some insider info so that we can formulate a new strategy to rebuild an alliance with them. [A hand comes up to run through his hair as he reads.] You'd be surprised what you can learn from the dwarves over some drinks and a few rounds of poker.
[A beat.] By the way, if you know anybody who could teach me to be a better poker player I'd appreciate it. I kinda lost some of my gold.
[ well, it was nice to hear that kind of conviction come from him. he had almost forgotten that Hiro could muster it. it's one of those moments where he reminds him of him: the scruffy-haired little trickster that he once accompanied. that Loki had a lot of ideas, most of which were awful, but he never stopped trying to fix what he had wrought. he saved a lot of people in the long run of his career as the god of chaos. ]
Weaseling your way in is best done with good drink and a few games.
I'm not the best for it. I play a better cheating hand at poker than I play an honest one. I've even played with dwarves before. [ there's a pause. ] It ended badly, but they were cheating too. They were a bit sore because I did it better.
[ he clicks his fingers after a moment. ] My brother has secured Asgardian mead from a boon that was given to him by the monarchs. If you want to impress your hairy new friends, you could certainly persuade Thor into generosity for a noble cause.
There are secrets that the dwarves hold. I'd quite like to see what they've got down there.
[In truth, it's taken time for Hiro to remember that himself. Things have been...very trial and error, especially these last few months. There are a lot of things going on inside his head that he thinks he's much better off not discussing (or journaling for himself so that the thoughts never see the light of day) and they're things that have been getting in the way. However, this last mission with key pieces of advice firmly set into place really managed to bring him back to the way he was.
But best not to bore Loki with any of those things running through his head.]
You really think the dwarves are going to trust a 15-year-old with mysterious mead that came from somebody else they don't know? [Then again...he makes a face of consideration, one that says something like "actually that's probably not wrong."] Actually, I think it's more a question of if Thor'll be willing to share. [A slight grin follows, but then something occurs to him.]
...Jason said something to me before I left. Does your curiosity have anything to do with what he was hinting at?
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Nope. Nopenopenope must resist, must actually be good.
That lasts for a few more moments before he's getting back up, casually pawing through drawers for a fork. Loki won't notice if he takes a little bit off the top of that mac and cheese, will he? There's a lot of loud rattling as he digs for a fork, eventually coming up with one and hovering over the dish before tentatively poking at it.
One more look at the kitchen door to make sure he's alone...and yeah, okay, forget it. He'll just shove a forkful into his mouth and sit in his chair again. Thank you, Loki, for leaving him unsupervised.]
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he's also returning with a few eggs in a bowl. he stops short as he catches Hiro on the last moment between the big, cheesy spoonful of food and his mouth. ]
Well then ...
[ the bowl of eggs gets set to the side and he crosses his arms over his chest. ]
Have you a thing to say for yourself?
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...taste-testing to make sure it's safe for your date?
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It's customary to bring flowers.
[ just because he was feeling nice didn't make him any less of a good-for-nothing troll.
yes, Hiro. that food is for you. ]
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Well then I'll remember that for all of my future dates. [Screw it, he's not going to bother looking for a plate yet. He'll just continue on as he was.] I keep forgetting you actually know what you're doing in a kitchen. How'd you even find time? It didn't take that long for me to get back...
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You took long enough. Spoilers! When I'm really pressed for time I turn the kitchen into my own personal rendition of The Sorcerer's Apprentice.
[ he begins sifting the flower so they can weigh it. ]
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Only instead of broomsticks you've got these guys and cooking utensils? I could believe it. [All said around a mouthful of chicken. Swallowing, he reaches forward to poke the little imp with the handle of his fork to stop him from cracking too many eggs. Just because he doesn't bake much himself doesn't mean he doesn't know recipes by heart.] You can thank Max for delaying me. I'm still trying to get him to forgive me for taking him on all of these trips to places he doesn't wanna go.
[With assurance that the imp is taken care of, Hiro's moved on to watching Loki instead to make sure everything falls into place. He slows his chewing though as a thought occurs to him.] ...I didn't really interrupt something, right? [Other than Loki carving into a box, he means.]
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out of all three of Loki's imps, Moe's probably the meanest, occasionally digging through Loki's pockets unhappily or taking his things until he's satisfied. they're useful, and they listen as much as imps can listen. (better when they're offered little gifts.) Moe hisses and makes a grab for the fork, holding on to the stem until he's shaken off. after that he slinks around the corners and stares at Hiro with possibly murderous imp intent (that really doesn't mean much of anything while Loki's there). Loki just scoots him out of the way with his foot in his pursuit of a bowl. ]
If you were interrupting something I wouldn't have shown up. You would've gone sad and cookie-less for another few days. [ he makes a halfway sign with his hand. ] Depending on what.
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I wouldn't call it sad...[Though that's exactly what it was.] But I'm honored that you deemed this important enough to actually do in the meantime. [Another bite of mac and cheese, and then--] At least I'll have something to take back to the castle. I didn't bring enough gold to buy anything else while I was out.
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You speak as if cookies are of little importance. Who are you and what have you done with Hiro?
[ really now.
true to being himself, Loki hefts Hiro's bag from one of the chairs and begins going through it to find those chocolate chips that he's heard so much about. he doesn't seem at all fussed about riffling through his things like a bandit. ]
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I might have killed him. [It's a casual statement meant to be taken lightly, completely unaware of any implications that might come from it but it's true. He's not the same anymore, and yet there are pieces that are still entirely the same that he's trying to fix. But that's admitting too much so it's easier to make jokes about it.] I'm recreating Hiro 2.0, the Hiro that actually looks both ways before crossing the street. The Hiro that has the old Hiro's memories and experiences but is...you know, better.
[He looks up again, a small smirk on his face and just gauging how Loki will respond to that. It's an answer that isn't an answer and he's well aware.]
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I am the crime
there's a pause in stirring where he looks at him, like he's searching for something. guilt, it's guilt that takes a hold of him; it passes, brief enough that it might've not happened at all.
that will not be forgiven
the spoon starts again and he dumps the entire bag of chocolate chips in the dough, because you can never have too much chocolate. ]
A better Hiro, hm? [ hero. that's clever. he eats some cookie dough off the spoon. ] Fortunately for Hiro 2.0, no one needs to die for that one. Consider it more of an update.
Just don't pull a Firefox on anyone, you'll hear the collective groan when their add-ons cease to function properly.
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And then the moment's lost. It's gone and he grins a little because no, you can't have too much chocolate. It's also the one time he doesn't mind the hero pun, making a grabby motion with his hand for the spoon. Even though the fork is still in his hand. Share, Mom.]
Trust me, I'd rather be a Chrome. Updating and compatible with a bunch of different apps and extensions. [He frowns slightly in thought.] I told Jason I don't want a death wish. So I'm doing things differently this time.
[Finally.]
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it's really gross
he dips the spoon that he licked back into the dough and hands it to Hiro casually. they've shared worse, and now the cookies bind them as spit brothers. ]
Knocking yourself into the same wall never wields desirable results, especially when it's burning and covered in spikes.
That's why we change. That's the point, you could say. A better Hiro, a better Loki, so we do things different. We try again.
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I know. [Said around the spoon.] ...I think maybe you were right. About being afraid of change even though it wasn't change I was afraid of, it was about not controlling that change. We can't control everything, right? We just focus on the things we can control and do our best to make sure we're in a good position for everything else. Adapt as we see fit for each situation. Don't do stupid things and be smarter to stay ahead. That kind of thing.
[He pulls the spoon out of his mouth.] ...I want to be a better Hiro. People in this court are starting to trust me more though. The new shardbearers and everything? I can help them. I've been helping them.
[He's eaten about half of the mac and cheese and the chicken he had on his plate, but he's eyeing the dough again.] ...plus...you know...some important people in the military have started approaching me for jobs, too.
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Ah—important military personnel. That sounds like a conspiracy. [ he waves the spoon in a circle. ] All in a day's work when military and jobs are involved.
So, you're a hot commodity, are you going to take them?
[ Hiro "needs to help everyone" Hamada, even at the expense of himself. he can pinpoint the desire to be needed and wanted. he knows, because he has it, himself. he doesn't like it, and most of the time he ignores it, but sometimes it breaks from the front in desperation. ]
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Once upon a time, a very important person said to Hiro: 'Eventually ... you'll get it. You'll get how to make your actions all work together. But you aren't there yet.' It's true. It's true enough but he finally sort of feels like he's starting to get it.
His eyes remain on the spoon before glancing at the cheese-covered fork and debating how well it'd settle to stick it in the bowl to get some more dough himself. Instead, he chooses to answer.]
I kinda already did...[Whoops.] I just got back from Redgate. [Hence the fact he was starving, wanting cookies, and looking a little more sleep-deprived than usual.] This was just kinda on the way back to the castle.
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Then you've already made your decision. You do know no matter how you frame it that you get to the same end?
[ the racks of cookies go in the oven and Loki hopes for the best. there's not much here to gauge temperature except for, well, himself, and he wasn't always the best judge that he could be. (see: he could be, if he wanted to be.) ]
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That's the part I'm not really sure about. If it's the same end, I mean. I mean I guess it kinda is since the quartermaster told me that if I succeeded he'd help me with some of my projects but that's only if he likes the report.
[A small pout follows.] Besides, they're just dwarves.
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[ Loki leans back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest casually. occasionally he'll tip back on his toe, leaning back up again. ]
It sounds right up your alley.
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You told me that and that's just part of why I wanted to go see them. You're right, they've got a ton of secrets locked up and they've been known to build some really cool stuff. Graves wanted me to learn about them so we can build a better relationship with them...which makes sense. I mean Redgate's their first line of defense but they're only teaching Seelie about their craft? It's messed up. So I'm learning as much about them and Troichean Beinn as possible.
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[ who knew such a tiny creature could consume food three times his size. Loki watches, mildly impressed. ]
A shot in the food is what it is. Despite Seelie involvement, Redgate is Unseelie-held territory. Alas, the stubbornness of dwarves. [ he says, his voice sourly mocking. ] It would be bad for the Unseelie if the Seelie meant to seize redgate through the tunnels inwhich the dwarves shroud themselves.
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But his eyes light up as soon as Loki speaks because...yes. Yes, that is exactly the conclusion he'd drawn himself. It takes him a few tries to swallow the amount of food in his mouth before he sets the plate aside, digging in his backpack for a stack of papers.]
We cannot lose Redgate. And we're not gonna. That's one of the things I was hoping Graves could talk to the dwarves about as soon as he figures out a proposal for them. Redgate's their first line of defense and it's ruled by our guys. Wouldn't it make more sense to make nice with us and teach us their secrets so that we could better protect Troichean Beinn? After all, if the Seelie decided they wanted to overthrow us and control Redgate, it'd be a battle and enacting a battle would mean getting them involved and who wants to do that? [There's a crooked smile following, a slight lift of his eyebrows as he thumbs through his notes at an alarming rate.]
The dwarves will do whatever it takes to protect themselves. Don't you think that means aligning with their true allies instead? That's why Graves sent me out there. We needed some insider info so that we can formulate a new strategy to rebuild an alliance with them. [A hand comes up to run through his hair as he reads.] You'd be surprised what you can learn from the dwarves over some drinks and a few rounds of poker.
[A beat.] By the way, if you know anybody who could teach me to be a better poker player I'd appreciate it. I kinda lost some of my gold.
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Weaseling your way in is best done with good drink and a few games.
I'm not the best for it. I play a better cheating hand at poker than I play an honest one. I've even played with dwarves before. [ there's a pause. ] It ended badly, but they were cheating too. They were a bit sore because I did it better.
[ he clicks his fingers after a moment. ] My brother has secured Asgardian mead from a boon that was given to him by the monarchs. If you want to impress your hairy new friends, you could certainly persuade Thor into generosity for a noble cause.
There are secrets that the dwarves hold. I'd quite like to see what they've got down there.
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But best not to bore Loki with any of those things running through his head.]
You really think the dwarves are going to trust a 15-year-old with mysterious mead that came from somebody else they don't know? [Then again...he makes a face of consideration, one that says something like "actually that's probably not wrong."] Actually, I think it's more a question of if Thor'll be willing to share. [A slight grin follows, but then something occurs to him.]
...Jason said something to me before I left. Does your curiosity have anything to do with what he was hinting at?
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