[ Loki says as he slides easily into the seat across from him. he's about to settle, lean his cheek on his palm and his elbow on the table when he sees the coffee. ]
[ Loki looks at the "coffee" and then back at Bellamy and then at the "coffee" again. he takes a huff and makes a show of getting up, going to collect the cream and returning so he can stir a bit into it without looking too judgmental (but he does). ]
Well coffee usually means coffee—but generally that's saved for when both parties arrive. It does, you know, get cold. And I wanted a latte.
[If anything, Bellamy just looks amused at how affronted Loki apparently is by the coffee. By the time he comes back, he's slouching over more in his chair, still looking amused.]
Then you should have specified latte. [He is only vaguely aware of what a latte is, tbh, and that's just from passing through various cafes and seeing it on the menus.] It's still hot, isn't it?
It's lukewarm. [ he replies flatly. it's kind of hot, but obviously not hot enough for him. he's being purposefully offended.
but he goes on, stirring the cream into it and leaning forward on his elbow. he still manages to look a bit fussed as a stream of blood trickles onto his middle finger and he traces a rune onto the able. with the mutter of a spell it glows green briefly before he finishes the silencing spell. ]
At least it's not cold. [Still more amused by the offense than anything else.]
[He shrugs off the jab. Of course he sucks at coffee. When the hell was he supposed to have real coffee?] Hard to get fancy with it when the only coffee we had back home tasted like shit. [He gestures at the cup on the table.] High class compared to space coffee.
[Oh good he used the TABLE this time instead of his face. But now they can move beyond caffeinated drinks.] So what else did you find?
There's a curious bad between hot and cold coffee, you know. [ cold coffee was good. hot coffee was good. lukewarm coffee was terrible.
oh well, he looks put-out but he concedes, leaning his elbows on the table as Bellamy speaks. ]
Methods of summoning, mostly. I caught someone in the act, but since a secret was offered to lure the divine from where ever he stowed, it fell flat. She may catch on to me, eventually, if she already hasn't. It's only reasonable that a god lives up to his own dominion.
You know of Drabbish magic, don't you? For one thing, there always must be another. That's the art of sacrifice. Instead of sacrificing blood and bone, it's done through whispers and secrets.
A secret that only three people know must be offered beneath the guise of silencing ruins. Most likely in somewhere dark, dank and awful. We have to keep up appearances.
[ he looks into his coffee with a passing look of disappointing it before taking a sip. ]
[He glowers a little.] I just didn't think it'd be something that quick or simple. Summoning gods is new business.
[Even if there were gods back home, he's pretty sure they'd be dead.] Not that it would work as easily, don't worry, I got that part too. Does it have to be a secret between three people exactly?
[ which is the point, kind of. he has a few in mind, but secrets were a tricky thing. anything having to do with shardbearers or the gem or the war could have easily been lost and found again. there may be others that knew it. ]
But I'll keep my mind open. I'm sure we can figure out something enticing enough.
I said us at most. If you come up with one you think is too good to share with anyone, we'll work on that. But it's not like this world is short on secret supply.
No, but the details are a problem, if you catch my drift.
[ he drains the cup of coffee and then tosses it on the table carelessly. the cup jiggles in the coaster before rotating down to the porcelain in patterned echoes. ]
How do you know just how many hold these secrets? You don't.
So then we come up with something we're sure no one else knows.
[Which is obviously easier said than done, but it's the first thing that comes to mind, so it's the first thing he says.] I kept my little sister a secret for most of her life. If something like that is possible, there's something else in this world that can be used here too.
[ easier said than done—way easier said than done. Loki had kept his own secrets from Thor, the current and most damning one always at the back of his mind. there were some secrets that wished to come out, others that were kept hidden between two people, and those someone kept hidden to themselves. (that's where that came in, the crime that haunted him.) ]
The realm of family is different than the realm of politics. That's far more people to muck it up for you.
[ Loki leans his chin on his palm and looks at him curiously. ]
... Tell me, what do you want out of all of this?
[ curiosity, maybe. this wasn't the first time he did something for Bellamy. seeking out the means of finding the Secret and the Whisperer had been personal, but it seems like it was for Bellamy as well.
this would be the second time he was doing something for Bellamy. ]
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[ Loki says as he slides easily into the seat across from him. he's about to settle, lean his cheek on his palm and his elbow on the table when he sees the coffee. ]
What is this?
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Well coffee usually means coffee—but generally that's saved for when both parties arrive. It does, you know, get cold. And I wanted a latte.
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Then you should have specified latte. [He is only vaguely aware of what a latte is, tbh, and that's just from passing through various cafes and seeing it on the menus.] It's still hot, isn't it?
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but he goes on, stirring the cream into it and leaning forward on his elbow. he still manages to look a bit fussed as a stream of blood trickles onto his middle finger and he traces a rune onto the able. with the mutter of a spell it glows green briefly before he finishes the silencing spell. ]
You're awful at coffee.
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[He shrugs off the jab. Of course he sucks at coffee. When the hell was he supposed to have real coffee?] Hard to get fancy with it when the only coffee we had back home tasted like shit. [He gestures at the cup on the table.] High class compared to space coffee.
[Oh good he used the TABLE this time instead of his face. But now they can move beyond caffeinated drinks.] So what else did you find?
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oh well, he looks put-out but he concedes, leaning his elbows on the table as Bellamy speaks. ]
Methods of summoning, mostly. I caught someone in the act, but since a secret was offered to lure the divine from where ever he stowed, it fell flat. She may catch on to me, eventually, if she already hasn't. It's only reasonable that a god lives up to his own dominion.
Secrets for secrets.
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[Especially when Loki explains more about what he'd learned; it grabs his attention much more easily.]
I assume it's more than just blindly giving away secrets. What's the ritual?
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A secret that only three people know must be offered beneath the guise of silencing ruins. Most likely in somewhere dark, dank and awful. We have to keep up appearances.
[ he looks into his coffee with a passing look of disappointing it before taking a sip. ]
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It can't be that simple, what else was there? What about those instructions you found, was that all of it?
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Just because you do the ceremony to try to provoke a response doesn't meant it happens. If I kept calling you, would you keep answering?
You can't bind gods, you can only entice them.
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[Even if there were gods back home, he's pretty sure they'd be dead.] Not that it would work as easily, don't worry, I got that part too. Does it have to be a secret between three people exactly?
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Or less. Of course, I'm certain that it can't be just anything. It has to be really good.
[ there's a cocky smile that's made its way onto his lips. ]
Come now, Bell-a-mee, turn that frown upside-down.
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[There's a look that's almost an eyeroll.] Does anyone actually listen when you tell them to do that?
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[ there's a little careless raise of his eyebrows, as if he just wanted to relay the phrase and could care less whether or not it was heeded. ]
And yes, I think I can come up with something. There are lots of different kinds of secrets ...
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But we need the kind that'd be extra relevant to the Secret, if luring him out is the next step here.
[Because it is, even if it's not something to attempt immediately.]
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[ did he just do that? he just did that. ]
Unless you had something in mind.
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[He nods a quick no.] Not off the top of my head. But anything good enough isn't going to be a quick thought. Sit on it for a couple days.
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[ which is the point, kind of. he has a few in mind, but secrets were a tricky thing. anything having to do with shardbearers or the gem or the war could have easily been lost and found again. there may be others that knew it. ]
But I'll keep my mind open. I'm sure we can figure out something enticing enough.
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[ he drains the cup of coffee and then tosses it on the table carelessly. the cup jiggles in the coaster before rotating down to the porcelain in patterned echoes. ]
How do you know just how many hold these secrets? You don't.
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[Which is obviously easier said than done, but it's the first thing that comes to mind, so it's the first thing he says.] I kept my little sister a secret for most of her life. If something like that is possible, there's something else in this world that can be used here too.
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The realm of family is different than the realm of politics. That's far more people to muck it up for you.
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I'm not saying it's the same thing, but I'm not unfamiliar with keeping shit to myself.
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... Tell me, what do you want out of all of this?
[ curiosity, maybe. this wasn't the first time he did something for Bellamy. seeking out the means of finding the Secret and the Whisperer had been personal, but it seems like it was for Bellamy as well.
this would be the second time he was doing something for Bellamy. ]
Not just this. Everything.
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