{Text; Lo} You want to come over? {Text; Lo} I just made brownies.
[ t; ] Brownies? Hell yeah. When?
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{Text; Lo} You want to come over? {Text; Lo} I just made brownies.
[ t; ] Brownies? Hell yeah. When?
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[ stiles scolds himself for the way he spaced out. it’s not that he could really help it; on the rare occasion that his mind works before his mouth does he thinks over every little detail, plus random other things, and well… yeah. that’s basically how it goes - he rambles on until he just stops. ]
“ iceland - oh, wow. no wonder i couldn’t place it. not often you really hear accents around here, much less icelandic ones. "
[ he can’t help the laugh that slips it’s way out at the way the other ends his sentence, grinning. the grin is wide and playful, one full of amusement and just open-hearted kindness. ]
“ well, in any case, welcome to beacon hills. "
[ stiles hums in thought. there were many places to eat in beacon hills, but not many close by - as he had thought earlier, this was the more abandoned part of town. ]
“ mm, there’s a few places, though mel’s diner is probably best. it’s a little bit away, we’re in the more abandoned parts of town. "
[ he scrunches his nose at the thought. it wouldn’t be too long of a walk - ten, fifteen minutes tops - but it’s still a hassle none the less. ]
“ i could lead you there, if you want? oh, and i’m stiles, by the way. ”
[ beacon hills. he's never heard of it. is it a small town? or is he just an ignorant foreigner? if it's the former, he thinks himself lucky to have run into someone. ] "that sounds perfect." [ food sounded good. something greasy, maybe. a burger? yes. a burger and fries and a soda. a big, big soda. loki is starved. he's thinking about food when the other introduces himself, and it takes him a minute or two to process the name spoken. stiles? ] "----stiles." [ it's a name loki's never spoken, let alone heard. it's cool and unique, though, and not impossible to pronounce. he offers a smile and a nod, both acknowledging stiles' name and accepting his offer to be led to the suggested diner. ] "i am loki. thank you for this."
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❝ Most likely, someone took it. I could call your number and see if anyone picks up? ❞
”I can't understand why anyone would want to take it --- the whole thing is in Icelandic. If you wouldn't mind, though, that...would be very helpful. Perhaps if no one answers, you could direct me to a store where I can hopefully replace it...”
”I — I am al-alright. ———I c-could still t-take … I could. . “
"---- no, you can't. That was brutal, man. Should I call an ambulance? "
❝ No, sorry, I haven’t seen a thing. —— Where did you say you lost it? ❞
"I left it on this table when I ate breakfast here this morning, but -- it's obviously not here any longer."
Um -- don't. Don't -- please don't touch that.
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"You mean this one?" Scott raises the phone and smiles gently.
He stares for a second, and then blushes. "Yeah. That's the one," he confirms with a chuckle, embarrassment and relief coloring the Icelander's tone. "I hope nothing incriminating popped up on the screen?" he grins, but he's only joking.
" Have you, um, seen a cell phone around here? Black? With a black case? I lost it this morning -- and I didn't realize it until just now..."
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everybody dancing on the floor,
getting ready more and more,
everybody on the floor, yeah, come on
headcanon: interaction with others.
loki is, by nature, a man who feels deeply, and needs desperately. he needs attention, he needs touch, he needs conversation -- yet he deprives himself of it all because he is nervous and shy. he thrives when socializing, yet it is immeasurably difficult for him to actually get out and socialize. additionally, he is very sweet; it's rare that he'll outwardly express his anger/irritation on someone else. for the most part, he's a gentle, kindhearted soul. and when it comes to relationships, loki is a romantic. hardcore. and that's where some of his neediness comes in again; he needs touch, whether it's a brushing of fingers, little kisses, or more intimate things. but he tends to give his all in relationships; his whole heart belongs to his lover's. which means that if things go sour, loki feels absolutely crushed.
[ kisses small of his back ]
[ blushes nearly immediately, before taking his lower lip in between his teeth, and casting a glance over his shoulder at the other. the soft kiss had raised goosebumps to Loki's pale skin. ] --Mmn.
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That’s obviously something else, an old language, but not Aramaic. However, “I hope the meaning behind that’s pleasant at least.”
A pause; then a giggle, almost guilty sounding. "It means desert. It is Icelandic."