You will Always Kneel

I am Loki Laufeyson. God of Mischief, Madness and Lies. Prince of Asgard. and you will treat me with respect. {for the Marvelous DC roleplay

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-glowers at the trickster for a long moment, then shakes his head and slides his hands into his pockets—wondering where on earth the cat came from, and how long Loki’s had it—is the cat okay? Is the cat an extension of the man? Things to ponder and map out and analyze later, to be sure.- 

"…if you insist." -settles gingerly on the arm of the couch, shifting slightly to give Loki plenty of space—seeing as he’s not exactly the cuddly sort, and neither is Tony, in prickly situations. Or sticky ones. Stickly? It was a word now, in his head, at any rate.- "Well," -Tony remarks sweetly,- "that’d make two of you, wouldn’t it?"

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-ticks a brow, Iving purring under his attentions and staring up at Tony with wide, dark eyes; slightly narrowed, as was a cat's way.- "...is there a problem, Stark?" 

-shifts to accommodate Tony's new seating arrangement, not having thought the man would sit beside his head of all places. Still paying attention to his cat, Loki stiffened when Tony spoke, the air around them turning chilly at the mention of ice.- "...I suppose, in a way, you are right." 

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I am the closest thing to God, So worship me and never stop.

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"…well—" -flushing with embarrassment at his own shortcomings, simply sighs, scowls, and pinches the bridge of his nose.- "…Sounds like someone I know, 2.0," -the words escape before he can stop them, and he clears his throat in an effort to cover their escape, innocently glancing at the ceiling—and returning his gaze to Loki only when the legend himself speaks once more.-

”..of course not. I don’t miss home, either,” =Tony replies loftily, waving a dismissive hand. Staring down at Loki thoughtfully, the inventor fastens another cocky grin into place, lifting his brows in a tiny shrug.- “Hey, be nice about Cap. He’s still defrosting.”

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-raising both brows as the Avenger stumbles over his words, he smirks, looking away from him again, barely even twitching when his cat jumps onto his stomach and sprawls out over him as if his stomach where is personal lounging space.- "...quite." -he murmured blandly, stroking the cat's head and down his back, wondering mildly if he was getting somewhat on the tubby side.- 

"...Is that so?" -Loki said quietly, looking up at Tony again.- "Sit down, will you?" -snorts at the comment about Captain Steve Rogers, shaking his head.- "I doubt he will ever fully shake off the 'ice', Stark." 

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"…show me a mental picture?" -for the first time, Tony sounds doubtful, brown eyes narrowing warily at the Liesmith.- "Like—telepathically? I think I might pass on that. Can’t let you get any sneak peeks up in here." -taps his temple lightly, then realizes his mistake, cursing himself internally when Loki withdraws.- "Well, I dunno. That’s up to you. And do as I please?" -grins, promptly wandering over to block Loki’s vision once more, cocking his head down at the reclining god.-

"Sounds like somebody I know."

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"....my mental picture, Stark." -rolls his eyes, flicking out a hand to shower harmless, illusionary sparks over Tony.- "I would project my mental picture of Asgard. But I shan't. It doesn't matter. Asgard is overly grand. As if it is overcompensating for something." -perhaps its holier-than-thou attitude and general judgement of those they deem to be deplorable, but that was, perhaps, a personal bias.- 

"...then no, I do not particularly miss it." -he said, lying through his teeth, rubbing his brow - only looking up when Stark was in front of him once more, grinning down at him.- "...Ah? It seems you draw like-minded people towards yourself, Stark. Easier to have conversation with them than, say.... over idealistic super soldiers." 

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-glances at the books, then jumps when the closet seemingly closes by itself, casting a nonplussed look between the liesmith and his abode’s closet.- “…right. Of course you are.” -resumes pacing around, sidling somewhat nearer to the deposed god, lips upturning subtly.- “I’d rather not be on the receiving end of a loud, boisterous rant that could blow my head off like cannon fire, but thanks just the same.” -pauses.- “…do you miss it?” -settles nearby, folding his arms.- “…do I ever have a point, especially when it comes to bothering you?”

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-quirks a brow when Iron Man jumps, stifling another amused grin at his reaction and sitting down on the couch, stretching his legs out and promptly lounging.- "No? He paints quite the image, my brother. Very detailed. I could show you a mental picture, but it's just not quite the same, I'm afraid." -stops, expression falling blank, before shrugging a shoulder.- "Should I miss it?" -looks back to, green eyes narrowing before promptly snorting and looking away.- "Of course not, you just do as you please." 

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"Some of the best gifts are self-given." -smooths his hands over his sleeves as if to point out his fine leather jacket, before dropping his arms with a grin, coffee-colored eyes dancing mischievously.- "You’re welcome, possibly." -the swift retort is punctuated by a lopsided smile in return for Loki’s own.- "Well, a tower to the heavens is hardly a castle in the sky—oh wait," -taps a finger to his lips, then points it at Loki.- "It is. When not set upon by, you know, surly Shakespearean invaders." -a pause, once more.- "Mostly your clumsy kind-of brother, but that’s besides the point…"

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"Oh, I am quite aware of that fact." -waves a hand out to the books and things that surround him, subtly closing the closet door with a near-silent click, not particularly wanting a curious inventor going through his things.- "...if you wish to see a true castle in the sky, as my dear brother about home." -purses his lips, shaking his head and turning away from Tony finally, picking up his latest tome and moving it to the nearest pile of finished books.- "You had a point, then?" 

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"Well, I do like that title." -preens by raking a hand through his hair, smiling devilishly.- "As much as you like certain ones of yours, I’m sure." -pivots on his heel to meander away, pacing around the new apartment curiously.- "Mediocre? Now you’re just being hurtful. I like your new place." -waves vaguely.- "It’s got a nice air of chic and evil to it. Dungeons and Bed, Bath, & Beyond. I like it." -glances back at Loki, then smiles once more, goatee twitching with the movement.- "I’m always intoxicated. Certain people just intoxicate me more, and that, my fine Asgardian invader, is a trade secret. Why? Unhappy to see me?”

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"Of course - you gave it to yourself." -watches him quietly, keeping on his feet and turning with him as he walked about his apartment; almost as if he owned the place. Perhaps he should invest in some sort of invader prevention system. Such as 'anyone he doesn't want in will turn into mice as soon as they step over the threshold'. Crude, but effective.- "...Thank you. I think." -quirks a brow, smile breaking through and shaking his head.- "Oh, never truly unhappy Stark, but wouldn't it is not often you come to visit me... seeing as I tend not to share my location quite as boldly as you do." 

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"…carefully."

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"Ah. Is that the whole method? Seems a bit lacklustre, Stark. Surprising, from such an esteemed scientist.” 

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"Esteemed? Come on. Now you’re just flattering me unnecessarily. Unless you meant that sarcastically, in which case, thanks a lot. With equal sarcasm, o esteemed godliness." -flourishes a bow, rising with a grin.- "And I doubt your doubt by one-upping it with my actual reality, thank you very much, illusions master…"

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"Seeing as you refer to yourself as a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist..." -shrugs, rolling his eyes at the dramatic movements and smirk; hiding his own amused grin.- "But if you wish not to be referred to as esteemed, I suppose I could call you mediocre... Ah." -shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest.- "And you admit to actually contemplating about any part of me and thinking it 'beautiful'. Were you terribly intoxicated at the time? ...and how did you even get here?" 

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/gives ice cream to

...

-nibbles on it quietly and returns to his reading.- 

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"…carefully."

"Ah. Is that the whole method? Seems a bit lacklustre, Stark. Surprising, from such an esteemed scientist." 

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I sincerely doubt your doubt.

"...How does one go about doubting someone's doubt, then?" 

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Out of all your children, whom do you love most?

I love all of my children. 

…but Hel has always been a favourite. 

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Tony thinks so at least.

... He is a busy man, saving the world from myself and those like me.

I sincerely doubt he would waste time contemplating my eyes. 

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Your eyes are gorgeous tho.

My thanks. 

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MISCHIEF I'D WAGER /drapes a flower crown on

-rolls his eyes, pauses, removes the flower crown, stares at it... and turns it into a flock of butterflies which fly away.- 

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What've you been up to, aNYWAY?

... -takes a moment to look about his newest apartment, with books piled to the ceiling and covering most surfaces, along with a couple of relics, a torch of glowing fire tucked into a corner, and a closet door which, when opened, reveals a portal much like Doctor Who's TARDIS; bigger on the inside and filled with necessities according to the mischief god.- 

....

Reading. 

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can I borrow your coat

You have no body with which to wear it. 

And if you tried to touch it, regardless of your bodiless state, I would cut your featureless...globe in half. 

And banish the halves into voids of space. 

-turns the page.-