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@aprilfoolsking
[[; It says this blog has 636 followers and I have no idea what happened while I was on an unannounced hiatus due to a kidney stone and family issues, which got elongated due to school and a loss of muse from stress.
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Curiosity strikes {aprilfoolsking}
Tony decided to ignore the laughter that he heard, resisted the urge to turn around and snarl at the god again. But he kept himself composed, didn’t make any indication that he’d even heard the other man. Instead he let himself thumb through the book in his hands, eyes scanning across the pages with a hum of interest.
He only nodded in response to the answer he received, wasn’t surprised. Loki wasn’t dumb, idiotic on occasions, but someone didn’t talk the way he did without being somewhat intelligent. “Not as much as I use to,” He admitted with a mere shrug of his shoulders, slapping the book shut and replacing it - only to repeat his actions with a new one all over again. “but I still do occasionally, when I have time to do so.” Not often. Even when he tried, the words never seemed to sink in as much as what they use to. Although, not much did.
He pursed his lips in thought, fingers drumming on the arm of the chair. There was a bit of a protective tug in the back of his mind, eyeing Tony's care for his books. It wasn't so much that the other was leafing through them curiously-- no, it actually brought him some pride that his collection was getting attention. Said attention may have just been boredom or a time-filler, but that didn't entirely matter. The tug was moreso the fact that these were his things, and regardless, he would be drawn to guard them all like a dragon lounging in its cave.
With a breathy sigh, he reclined a bit more comfortably, gazing about the room. "You may get to catch up on lost time, depending on when our key returns."
He really loathed the thought of bringing Thor into all of this. Perhaps, he could pull another Clint Barton and fake as Thor, lead Tony to believe that he'd be stuck in the cuffs forever, and problem solved. Only, there were many, many flaws in that plan, and it was much too exhausting to execute to perfection. Bother.
Mystique couldn’t help but smirk as she adjusted her vocals, using his voice when she decided to respond to him.
"That would be peculiar, given I don’t usually get visitors. Especially gods.” She was rather fond of her work, especially considering the voice she used was rather on point; it sounded just like his.
She watched him carefully, not exactly fond of the idea of him putting his hands behind his back. Mystique knew of his history, even if it was to an extent — but what she saw in New York was enough to make this meeting unsettling.
Her display was enough to get a quirk of the brow from the God. How interesting. He completely ignored her comment, disregarding the conversation that wasn't of concern at the moment. No, there were far more important matters, now. He narrowed his vision a bit, demeanor still highly humored. "Aren't you interesting."
Two could play at that game.
Loki pulled a hand out from behind his back, raised it. He looked to it for a moment, formed his fingers in that of a snap, then glanced back at her momentarily. A grin coated his features, and with a snap, he fizzled into the being standing before him.
Curiosity strikes {aprilfoolsking}
If Tony had thought that he’d wanted to be in Loki’s head before, it didn’t compare to now. He wanted to be able to pick apart his thoughts, know what he was thinking about every little thing that was happening. He managed to seem so calm, even with the rough edge to his voice that Tony didn’t bother to acknowledge more than what he needed to. It was a warning, really. One that he’d have to focus on not to get throttled whilst in this situation.
He paused at the expression the god made, blinked at him before hearing his words. His eyes narrowed then, jaw gritting. “You’re such an asshole,” He snarled back in return. Tony inhaled deeply, tried to compose himself and failed somewhat, but he ignored the fact and headed over towards the bookcase, shackles rattling along with him.
He fell silent as he let his eyes roam the spines, the words written across them. He didn’t know what a few of them were - more than just a few, actually - but Tony wasn’t going to let that stop him. Touched the top with a fingertip before sliding it out of the spot it had been placed into. “You read a lot then, I’m assuming?” Idiotic conversation, Tony could never stand the silence. It allowed him to think about things that he really never wanted to.
There was a loud, delighted laugh at Tony's realization and comment. The face and sound of disgust was simple acting, just to further the point-- point being, he could have used his magic all along, and truly didn't need Tony's help at all when it came to moving in.
Loki's hands folded in his lap, watching the other idly as he browsed a section of books. Perhaps he was wrong about Tony not being interested in reading? "Generally so. I've spent a greater time of my life reading." Small talk, obviously. His mind was elsewhere, doing some reading of its own; reading Tony's actions and collecting all possible data for mental notes. These sorts of things proved beneficial in many situations. "And yourself?"
[6:52 PM]: Got them. When should I be there?
[6:55 PM]: And, god of mischief, try to pull any tricks and I’ll do something drastic. I’ll shoot myself before I let you have us both.
[6:57 PM]: My, my. The lengths you would go to. Admirable.
[6:58 PM]: One works fine for me now, and with your skill set, I believe having any more would be a waste to take care of.
[7:00 PM]: More flattery, dear.
[7:03 PM]: Would nine do you well?
Curiosity strikes {aprilfoolsking}
Tony decided not to delve into that thought and what could potentially happen if he were to ever piss Loki off .More than what he’d done already - considering he was now having to live with him. On his floor. It was like the start of a terrible, low budget, horror movie. He repressed the thought with a shake of his head, sighing from his nostrils as he walked further into the room, eyes roaming around. His bottom lip rolled into his mouth, teeth toyed with the flesh for a moment.
"How did you do this all so quickly?" He questioned with a raise of his eyebrows, knew it would have been magic-related. Even though Loki hadn’t bothered to actually use that to carry the boxes up onto this floor. Tony resisted the urge to sigh at the thought, eyes rolling as he continued to observe.
It was interesting, having himself a little pet. Of all people, Tony Stark. He wasn't ever one for much company, but this could turn out to be beneficial. It didn't take him long at all to come to terms with, oh yes, this would be fun.
Loki left the bookshelf, striding back to his previous seating. Acting as if it were a throne, he situated himself far too comfortably, eyes landing back on Tony at the question. "I'm a well-educated sorcerer of the black arts, how do you think?" Despite the bite the answer had, his voice was calm, probably as pleasant as he had sounded all day. Quite conversational and relaxed.
There was a pause, and he realized what was the unspoken comment. He pulled a face, lip curled, almost disgusted by the thought, "You wouldn't actually expect me to move the things myself, would you?"
[6:36 PM]: But only because I’m ready to go so soon?
[6:38 PM]: Fine. Where would you like to meet?
[6:41 PM]: I could make up other reasons, if it would warm your heart and make the deal more appealing.
[6:42 PM]: A generally low-key place would be in our interest.
[6:45 PM]: The hotel room to which I've supplied Barton should suffice, wouldn't you say?
[6:49 PM]: The directions should be sent to you shortly.
[6:29 PM]: What kind of a replacement? Who do you consider to be wort the trade?
[6:32 PM]: If you’ll give him back, I’ll start packing right now.
[6:34 PM]: I suppose you could fill in nicely, seeing as you're ready to pack so soon.
"Are you here for me?" Her voice was drenched in disbelief — there had been only a handful of times where an Asgardian came in search of the blue mutant. Actually, only one time she recalled; with Thor and the X-men. That had ended terribly for the Asgardian.
Whatever he was here for, though, Mystique wanted to make it quick. Mainly because she didn’t trust him one tiny bit, especially after his little New York incident. Despite her distaste for the human race, his approach was worse than hers.
"I could be." A flash of teeth through a too-wide grin, "If you prove valuable."
He folded his hands behind his back, finding no need for them dangling loosely at his sides. He rolled onto his heels, eyes falling back on the other. "But why must I be here for something? Couldn't I just be visiting?"
[6:26 PM]: Just tell me what you want and it’s yours. Just let him go.
[6:27 PM]: Seeing as I previously stated he does me well, I would require a replacement.
[6:28 PM]: That's if I'm deciding to be agreeable at the moment, of course.
—[Aprilfoolsking]
"You here for the Brotherhood?" She asked, slowly growing impatient by the second. Her yellow glowing eyes scanning him, along with the area.
"Oh, well hello to you too." He suppressed a small smirk, glancing around himself as well. To be honest, he wasn't too sure what he was here for. Seemed his trusty dimensional transportation hole in Asgard hadn't landed him where he wanted to be. Bother.
"Seeing as I haven't the slightest what this Brotherhood is, I'd have to go with no."
[6:20 PM]: I’m bad at bartering, remember?
[6:23 PM]: Well, now's your chance to practice! Do you really think I'm to give in so quickly?
gracious goes the ghost of you || aprilfoolsking
Do you truly wish for that?
The question ringed on his ears as he did his best to ignore the man so near him. Did he truly wish for it? The answer was no. Without even giving it a second thought, the answer was no. It was a good answer, it was not a healthy answer. It was the worst answer he could possibly have, but it was still his answer.
It made Thor want to scream, want to cry, want to rip the skies open and destroy Valhalla until he found his little brother, until he brought his little brother back. It made him want to wreck and destroy, to turn everything to nothing but ashes. It was all that, and yet—
It was all he had left.
It was all he had of his little brother. The only way he could look into his sharp green eyes, the only possibility of hearing his voice once more— not that it ever talked, but still. No one ever said their relationship was healthy.
He missed Loki.
There were days when it was unbearable. When all he wanted to do was go home. He drowned in memories of different times, drowned in memories of happiness. But they always came with something else, always came side by side with reality.
Loki and Thor laughing—
Loki trying to kill him.
Loki and Thor fighting side by side—
Loki betraying him.
Loki and Thor fighting.
Loki dying in his arms.
And cold and heavy and salty tears would fill his eyes and stream down his face, even when everything he wanted was to be strong. Loki was dead. And whenever he saw relief on strangers faces stung him. More than he cared to admit. He smiled and lied and pretended it was all fine.
Pretended not to be slowly losing his mind.
“Yes.” He said.
But only a fool would believe him.
"You've never been good at lying, Brother." His voice was much quieter than anticipated. Soft on the edges and tasted all wrong. It made him scowl.
He stayed cemented in place, limbs too awkward to maneuver. He felt out of place.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
This wasn't going right.
He wasn't supposed to be regretting the plan. He was supposed to be making the other regret his actions.
Instead, here he was, pursing his lips and feeling as if something was tearing apart his innards.
Damn him. It's his fault.
Loki looked forward, ahead of them; tried to find where Thor's eyes were at the moment. It was a small pass of time, something to take his mind off of the feeling in his gut.
He called a stop to his thought process, his feelings. He had to recollect himself. He was getting carried away, for whatever reason.
It wasn't like he was reunited with his brother.
--No.
His jaw clenched, and he closed his eyes momentarily.
All was cleansed with an exhale, and he was okay again. He always was more in-tune with his feelings than Thor.
"Did you mourn?"
The question was rhetorical. They both knew the answer. Loki had seen his face when he haunted his brother. Knew very well he mourned, especially when guilt would wash over his face every damn time.
At most, it was something to satisfy his sadistic streak. Something to ease his mind, to know for a fact he wasn't the only one affected here by the meeting.
He wanted to break down Thor.
Make him cry and scream and hurt.
Hurt as he did most of his life.
He wanted to be the reason his brother ached and couldn't sleep at night.
Unsettle him and leave him broken.
Only then would he feel okay again.
Curiosity strikes {aprilfoolsking}
Tony narrowed his eyes again at Loki’s laughs, at the next thing he said. He didn’t have an answer though, because he honestly didn’t have a clue. It was untold how long Thor could be - or if he’d even be told about this situation considering Loki’s obvious disdain towards his older brother. Tony didn’t say that aloud though, because he wasn’t that much of an idiot.
At the mention of the Avengers, Tony dropped his gaze before he could stop himself. The mental image of Clint danced through his mind, the embarrassment that he’d felt. Tony couldn’t have that happen again, refused to let it happen again. Even though it meant tolerating Loki for the next however long it would be. He resisted the urge to sigh at the thought before hearing the next thing said, blinked and forced himself to look upwards again. “My company is more livable than yours.” He answered simply with a sarcastic smile complimenting the words. Tony let his gaze flit around to the changes of the room that he hadn’t noticed, hadn’t cared about when he first walked in before finally willing himself to take another step further inside.
Loki's fingers softly rolled over the spines of the various books-- books of sorcery, legends, prose. He wasn't sure if Tony was much of a reader, and there were more interesting things they could fill the time with than holding a reading circle. He snorted a laugh at the comment. "Mostly true." He paused in his response, to turn around and face the other. "I can be quite agreeable, unbelievably. Depends on the mood." The last part was dismissed with a wave.
The Trickster glanced at the other over his shoulder, a bit of a scowl fitting onto his features. "Make yourself at home. This is your tower, afterall."
[6:11]: What do you consider a valuable nudge?
[6:18 PM]: Be a little creative! Must I do all the work around here?
[6:05]: So let him go.
[6:07 PM]: Insistent, are we?
[6:08 PM]: If it's not obvious, I'm far from voluntarily charitable. I require a bit of a... valuable nudge in the right direction.
Curiosity strikes {aprilfoolsking}
Tony let the muscle in his jaw twitch as he heard Loki’s words, let his bottom lip roll into his mouth. He shook his head to himself, decided not to focus on the fact that Loki had been right of all things - even if the thought was one that grit against him far too much for his own good.
His eyes remained on the god stubbornly despite his silence as he walked over, ignored the way that he practically towered over him. Ignored the fact that it made him feel small, insignificant. “I had to at least try.” He finally spoke, head nodding as if to confirm his words over the sound of Loki fucking tutting at him of all things. As though he were that small insignificant child that he was making him feel like. It made him glad he wasn’t in the other’s head, wouldn’t have been able to stand it.
He raised his arms slightly before dropping them again with a shake of his head, forcing himself to ignore the instinct to cringe at the jangle of chains as they dropped to the floor again. Tony wasn’t going to admit that Loki was right, not aloud. If anyone else’s ego other than his own didn’t need to be boosted, it was the gods.
There was a low, breathy laugh at the clanking of the chains. He looked rather satisfied, a grin plastered on his face. As if to count the moments of silence, he rolled up onto his toes, then back onto his heels, settling once he decided to talk. "Well, now that it's out of your system," a flash of teeth in a large snide look, "what are we to do to pass the time until Brother Dearest returns?" His distaste wasn't hidden at the flavor his brother held on his tongue.
With a quick shrug, he turned and started back off to his seat from before, tossing over his shoulder, "I assume you'd rather not have a run-in with a fellow Avenger," He kept his smile to himself, eyes settled on a bookshelf. "and your company is livable."
