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I am so sorry about all the RPs! I hit a down patch in my depression and such and just was not able to motivate myself to keep these up. Please, please message me if you want to keep them going! I understand if you don't, as well. And I am so sorry.
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
Loki was use to earth by now. He needed a moment to himself. The stress of what happen in pass year or so. He just needed to breathe. Which is strangely how he found himself in bar.
He sat down on bar stool looking little lost. “ Ah.. Hello.. sorry to bother you” he said by look on her face. “Can I have drink.. meed… I mean” he blinked looking down. “Anything to be honest” he said with quite tone. He didn’t make to bug the poor lady.
Roz nodded; his polite tone didn’t bother her and she felt bad for judging him so harshly from the start. Grabbing a glass, she poured him a drink and set it in front of him. Looking him over, her smile softened and became more genuine.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Just the sorts of people who come in here, they’re not usually the nicest. I tend to judge everyone based on that, and I really should work on it.” She then went back to wiping out the glasses, but glanced at him once more.
“Let me know if you need anything else, okay? My name is Roz.” Then she turned back to her work, finishing the mugs and setting them aside before working on the bar once more.
“Nice too meet you Roz.. and its fine kind of semi kindest thing that happen to me this week’ he shrugs.
Loki takes sip of the drink and coughs. Earth was different than his home… through it was gone he guessed..
“Name is.. ah Lo…Loki” he almost stutters as if hes afraid for moment. Maybe he is. After the whole tva thing.
He cup the drink with both hands warm green glow coming off one of his hands making him cover it up. He sighed frown on his lip and looked at his drink like it told him that he was adopted. Well he knew that but still.
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“Loki? Like the Norse god or like the guy from New York?” she asked him curiously. There was no longer any hostility in her tone, however. In fact, she didn’t seem upset or afraid as she looked at him. Finally done with the mugs, and the other patrons content with their drinks and company, she had a moment or two to chat.
“You’re a unique character. It’s actually nice, seeing someone in here who doesn’t want… busty women draped all over them, attending their every whim.” She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Refreshing, that’s the word.”
Before she was able to say more, one of the other workers walked over to her and placed a drink order. She nodded and started filling the glasses. The woman, a tall, leggy brunette, took it from her a little harshly, hastily, and walked off without even a thanks. Roz rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“You’re welcome, Natalie!” she called after her, but it was lost in the thumping music and the chatter from the patrons. Quickly, she turned her attention back to Loki.
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“ Well” he trails off “ I made mistakes terrible ones.. ” he frowns. “ It wasn’t my choice in matter. ” he sighs. That seemed so long ago. He ran his hand through his hair. He shrugs “ My brother might be like that.. but people usually don’t like me” he frowns slightly. “ She seems lovely” he mumbled slightly eyebrow raised. He looked at her with confusion. ‘In fact most people kind of run or turn me in or treat me like… what they want me to be" he mumbled the last part so quitely but winced.
“Well, I have no intention of turning anyone… Except maybe my boss.” She smiled at him on the last bit, winking playfully. “But I have a few more free minutes, want to tell me your story?” she asked, finishing up a couple drinks before leaning on the bar in front of him. “Only if you want to, of course.”
For once, the patrons didn’t seem to be grabbing her attention away and she actually wanted to talk to someone there. He didn’t give her the sleazy vibes of the others. It was almost… easy to talk to him.
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He chuckles “ I don’t blame you” he grins amused . “free minutes because could take hour, you might not believe me to be honest. ” he paused taking breathe. “Do you know about the Avengers” he asked mostly curious. But it was good start there.
[Sorry about taking so long to reply! Some things came up and I wasn’t able!]
“I’ve heard of them, yes. The whole thing with New York and such a few years back,” Rozalyn replied with a nod. She remembered hearing about it on the news, though she hadn’t paid too much attention to the details. Things had been hectic there for a bit, but then she really stopped hearing about it and it had mostly slipped her mind.
“Hey, Miss, another round!” someone called, and she sighed, excusing herself long enough to pour the drinks. Then she came back over to Loki, leaning in on the bar.
“Sorry about that. Tell me more? Are you one of them or something?” She also poured him another drink in case he wanted one. If he didn’t, she could always down it; it wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but sometimes it did help her get through the evenings.
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“ One of them” he laughs. “ No my brother.. the myths about thor and loki"he paused looking around. He moved his hand used his magic to create fireworks. ” Loki of Asgard" he adds. “The New york thing.. I was blinded by pain, mostly from my Father… Trusted someone and they used me” he sighed.
“…I believe you. The New York incident was tragic for everyone involved, still is. I just don’t get the vibe from you that you’re evil or anything. Do you want to talk about it?” She looked at him, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I don’t mind lending my ear if you do-”
Once again she was called away. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes and walked over to the obviously drunken man. Listening to his request, she poured his drink. As she was walking back towards Loki, he reached out and copped a feel. When she felt it, she spun around and slapped him.
“Hey! Just because I work here does not mean that is public domain!” she snapped at him. “Don’t touch that!”
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He was honored and mostly confused. Worried that she will hate him sometime. He took breathe ’ Thank you" he said softly. Later he managed to send spell towards the male making him fall into the ground. Nothing to hurt him but to teach him a lesson.
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With a grumble, she walked back over to the bar, sighing and shaking her head. The men who had been there were beginning to file away, distracted by one of the other women willing to pay attention to them where Roz wouldn’t. She turned back to Loki.
“So, tell me more about you? I’d like to get to know you.” She smiled and leaned on the bar, looking at him. “Never met anyone famous.” She winked.
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He sighed taking a sip of his drink. “ Me.. ” he asked. he bit his lip for moment started at the drink. “ I’m not really famous more of Villain I guess to others” he frown at the word villain. “I spent most of time in library at home.. my mother had tones of books I read them all.. even when others thought that wasn’t good idea” he remember how many times he spent time in library. “That or… me and my brother did pranks” he said with chuckle on his face.
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“Were you and your brother close?” she asked him, leaning in. “Or, are you, I should say. I don’t have any siblings myself, so I don’t know much about those bonds other than books and movies.” She sighed and ran a hand through her curls, fluffing them a bit.
Before they can continue their conversation, a burly man, obviously drunk, came around the bar and glared at her, all but snarling in her face. Roz noticed and stepped back, eyes widening.
“Uhm…”
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“Kind of, at point I hated him because my father.. but we often would play pranks together.. sure he drove me crazy” he frown slightly. “ I miss Thor… ” Loki frown his eyes going green for moment" That is not how to be repectful" he said to the man shaking his head. “ He frown shaking his head ‘I suggest sobber up, and treat people better” he could of just threw glass of water at him. Honestly he is close.
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The man glared at Loki and muttered something incredibly rude under his breath as he stumbled away to clean up. Roz sighed and turned back towards him.
“Ignore him, that’s just Rufus. He’s a regular and a dick, but... mostly harmless. Though he did punch some guy once because the waitress he likes was on his lap.” She shook her head. “Hey, I get off in about... twenty minutes. Think you can hang around long enough for us to chat when my shift is over?” She smiled a little; he was the first person there she wanted to get to know.
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
As she once again mentions the being friends, meeting up again etcetera, he realizes she isn’t going to drop it. He somewhat awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and says, “I don’t really do the whole friends thing.” He looks away and avoids eye contact, he wasn’t trying to be mean, it was simply the truth as he’d tried and failed at making friends many times in his life.
He walks her home, staying quiet as she unlocks her door. “Thank you, but I’m not far. I’ll just walk home,” he shrugs slightly, “I prefer walking anyways.” He tucks his hands into his pockets and waits.
At his words, her face fell. “Oh, I see,” she whispered. “Well… still, uhm, keep my number and… call me, okay? I really do want to hang out. Just because other people don’t like you doesn’t mean I won’t.” She looked at him hopefully. “Either way, though, thank you again.” Then she opened her door, pausing once she was just inside. The whole front was made of heavy glass and steel, letting people see in to the stairs and the perpetually broken elevator.
“Theodore… it sucks to be lonely. I know firsthand. So, meet me for coffee sometime or something. And if we don’t click, then I won’t bother you anymore. Deal?” It was her last attempt; she didn’t want to be a pest to him, but she wanted to know him. Something told her he was special.
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As she makes one more attempt, despite him trying his best to turn her down gently he finds himself pausing. She was right, it absolutely sucked ass to be lonely but he didn’t want to hurt anyone else, that‘s all that ever seemed to happen when he got close to people. Finally he speaks up again, “I suppose I can make an exception this once if you insist. Do you have something I could write my number on, because I know I won’t end up texting you.”
He isn’t sure why he’d changed his mind. He was one of the most stubborn people in history but it’d been years since the last time he’d tried to make friends. And he’d never tried to be friends with a Midgardian, so maybe as long as she never found out who he really was they could be friends.
“Uhm, I don’t but... here, you can put it in my phone.” She offered it to him and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “Oh, wait...” Before giving it to him, she navigated it to add a new contact. It was an older model, one that didn’t look like it really had much space and it had definitely seen better days. But at least the screen was still in tact, and the case looked mostly new.
“I’ll let you know when I’m free and we can go from there.” She smiled to him. “Because you seem like a really nice person.” Leaning in the doorway while she waited, she heard someone come down the stairs. It was her neighbor, an older man. He didn’t say anything to her as she let him past; it seemed he was on his way to work. Then she turned her attention back to Theodore/Loki. “Maybe Friday?”
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
As she once again mentions the being friends, meeting up again etcetera, he realizes she isn’t going to drop it. He somewhat awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and says, “I don’t really do the whole friends thing.” He looks away and avoids eye contact, he wasn’t trying to be mean, it was simply the truth as he’d tried and failed at making friends many times in his life.
He walks her home, staying quiet as she unlocks her door. “Thank you, but I’m not far. I’ll just walk home,” he shrugs slightly, “I prefer walking anyways.” He tucks his hands into his pockets and waits.
At his words, her face fell. “Oh, I see,” she whispered. “Well... still, uhm, keep my number and... call me, okay? I really do want to hang out. Just because other people don’t like you doesn’t mean I won’t.” She looked at him hopefully. “Either way, though, thank you again.” Then she opened her door, pausing once she was just inside. The whole front was made of heavy glass and steel, letting people see in to the stairs and the perpetually broken elevator.
“Theodore... it sucks to be lonely. I know firsthand. So, meet me for coffee sometime or something. And if we don’t click, then I won’t bother you anymore. Deal?” It was her last attempt; she didn’t want to be a pest to him, but she wanted to know him. Something told her he was special.
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
Loki was use to earth by now. He needed a moment to himself. The stress of what happen in pass year or so. He just needed to breathe. Which is strangely how he found himself in bar.
He sat down on bar stool looking little lost. “ Ah.. Hello.. sorry to bother you” he said by look on her face. “Can I have drink.. meed… I mean” he blinked looking down. “Anything to be honest” he said with quite tone. He didn’t make to bug the poor lady.
Roz nodded; his polite tone didn’t bother her and she felt bad for judging him so harshly from the start. Grabbing a glass, she poured him a drink and set it in front of him. Looking him over, her smile softened and became more genuine.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Just the sorts of people who come in here, they’re not usually the nicest. I tend to judge everyone based on that, and I really should work on it.” She then went back to wiping out the glasses, but glanced at him once more.
“Let me know if you need anything else, okay? My name is Roz.” Then she turned back to her work, finishing the mugs and setting them aside before working on the bar once more.
“Nice too meet you Roz.. and its fine kind of semi kindest thing that happen to me this week’ he shrugs.
Loki takes sip of the drink and coughs. Earth was different than his home… through it was gone he guessed..
“Name is.. ah Lo…Loki” he almost stutters as if hes afraid for moment. Maybe he is. After the whole tva thing.
He cup the drink with both hands warm green glow coming off one of his hands making him cover it up. He sighed frown on his lip and looked at his drink like it told him that he was adopted. Well he knew that but still.
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“Loki? Like the Norse god or like the guy from New York?” she asked him curiously. There was no longer any hostility in her tone, however. In fact, she didn’t seem upset or afraid as she looked at him. Finally done with the mugs, and the other patrons content with their drinks and company, she had a moment or two to chat.
“You’re a unique character. It’s actually nice, seeing someone in here who doesn’t want… busty women draped all over them, attending their every whim.” She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Refreshing, that’s the word.”
Before she was able to say more, one of the other workers walked over to her and placed a drink order. She nodded and started filling the glasses. The woman, a tall, leggy brunette, took it from her a little harshly, hastily, and walked off without even a thanks. Roz rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“You’re welcome, Natalie!” she called after her, but it was lost in the thumping music and the chatter from the patrons. Quickly, she turned her attention back to Loki.
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“ Well” he trails off “ I made mistakes terrible ones.. ” he frowns. “ It wasn’t my choice in matter. ” he sighs. That seemed so long ago. He ran his hand through his hair. He shrugs “ My brother might be like that.. but people usually don’t like me” he frowns slightly. “ She seems lovely” he mumbled slightly eyebrow raised. He looked at her with confusion. ‘In fact most people kind of run or turn me in or treat me like… what they want me to be" he mumbled the last part so quitely but winced.
“Well, I have no intention of turning anyone… Except maybe my boss.” She smiled at him on the last bit, winking playfully. “But I have a few more free minutes, want to tell me your story?” she asked, finishing up a couple drinks before leaning on the bar in front of him. “Only if you want to, of course.”
For once, the patrons didn’t seem to be grabbing her attention away and she actually wanted to talk to someone there. He didn’t give her the sleazy vibes of the others. It was almost… easy to talk to him.
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He chuckles “ I don’t blame you” he grins amused . “free minutes because could take hour, you might not believe me to be honest. ” he paused taking breathe. “Do you know about the Avengers” he asked mostly curious. But it was good start there.
[Sorry about taking so long to reply! Some things came up and I wasn’t able!]
“I’ve heard of them, yes. The whole thing with New York and such a few years back,” Rozalyn replied with a nod. She remembered hearing about it on the news, though she hadn’t paid too much attention to the details. Things had been hectic there for a bit, but then she really stopped hearing about it and it had mostly slipped her mind.
“Hey, Miss, another round!” someone called, and she sighed, excusing herself long enough to pour the drinks. Then she came back over to Loki, leaning in on the bar.
“Sorry about that. Tell me more? Are you one of them or something?” She also poured him another drink in case he wanted one. If he didn’t, she could always down it; it wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but sometimes it did help her get through the evenings.
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“ One of them” he laughs. “ No my brother.. the myths about thor and loki"he paused looking around. He moved his hand used his magic to create fireworks. ” Loki of Asgard" he adds. “The New york thing.. I was blinded by pain, mostly from my Father… Trusted someone and they used me” he sighed.
“…I believe you. The New York incident was tragic for everyone involved, still is. I just don’t get the vibe from you that you’re evil or anything. Do you want to talk about it?” She looked at him, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I don’t mind lending my ear if you do-”
Once again she was called away. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes and walked over to the obviously drunken man. Listening to his request, she poured his drink. As she was walking back towards Loki, he reached out and copped a feel. When she felt it, she spun around and slapped him.
“Hey! Just because I work here does not mean that is public domain!” she snapped at him. “Don’t touch that!”
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He was honored and mostly confused. Worried that she will hate him sometime. He took breathe ’ Thank you" he said softly. Later he managed to send spell towards the male making him fall into the ground. Nothing to hurt him but to teach him a lesson.
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With a grumble, she walked back over to the bar, sighing and shaking her head. The men who had been there were beginning to file away, distracted by one of the other women willing to pay attention to them where Roz wouldn’t. She turned back to Loki.
“So, tell me more about you? I’d like to get to know you.” She smiled and leaned on the bar, looking at him. “Never met anyone famous.” She winked.
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He sighed taking a sip of his drink. “ Me.. ” he asked. he bit his lip for moment started at the drink. “ I’m not really famous more of Villain I guess to others” he frown at the word villain. “I spent most of time in library at home.. my mother had tones of books I read them all.. even when others thought that wasn’t good idea” he remember how many times he spent time in library. “That or… me and my brother did pranks” he said with chuckle on his face.
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“Were you and your brother close?” she asked him, leaning in. “Or, are you, I should say. I don’t have any siblings myself, so I don’t know much about those bonds other than books and movies.” She sighed and ran a hand through her curls, fluffing them a bit.
Before they can continue their conversation, a burly man, obviously drunk, came around the bar and glared at her, all but snarling in her face. Roz noticed and stepped back, eyes widening.
“Uhm...”
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
He inclines his head in understanding. “If you are sure,” he responds, not very talkative but offering a grateful smile. He wasn’t going to pay whoever ran this place but he’d make sure that Rozalyn was paid for them.
He gets a couple more drinks that evening, mostly wanting to stick around to make sure she was alright. When she’d look his way he would offer a smile in return, it was the least he could do. In the midst of everything his own problems were momentarily forgotten even if he wasn’t drunk.
Roz kept up her work until her shift was over. Luckily, it was still while he was there. The girl who came in to replace her was a petite, bubbly blonde who was overly flirtatious with everyone. She even attempted to come on to Loki, batting her long lashes and smiling. Roz shook her head and grabbed her things, shrugging her jacket on. Normally, she left from the back room, but this time she opted to go through the bar. Walking over to Loki, she paused.
“Hey. I dunno if you’ll come by again or anything, but here.” She wrote her number on a napkin. “If you need anything, even just a friend… call me, okay?” She didn’t know what made her do it, but she really wanted to get to know him. “As a thanks for being a nice guy.” With a friendly smile, she turned to go.
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He was planning to leave a little after her, probably finish his drink then go. He quickly shuts off the advances from the blonde, basically telling her that she’d have better luck elsewhere. When she comes back out he’s standing up and finishing his drink, thinking he’ll have to come back to give her the tip he’d planned on, which was fine but he didn’t really want to come back to this place.
He turns to see her and offers that same slight smile again, “I doubt I’ll be coming back here,“ he says with some distaste. He looks at the scribbled phonenumber with a bit of confusion but quickly shakes it off with a nod, “oh, alright.” He doubts he’d call her, it just wasn’t his thing to make friends, it’d never worked out for him in the past. “You want me to walk you out,” he offers after a moment’s pause.
“Yea, that would be nice,” Roz replied, smiling to him. “So, Theodore, tell me more about you? You seem like a pretty nice person.” She walked to the door, waiting for him before heading outside. “My apartment isn’t too far, so…” Her expression looked a little sheepish. “I don’t have a lot of time to talk. But I would like to hang out sometime.”
She began heading towards her little apartment, hoping he was going the same way. If he wasn’t, she would have to think of something so she could see him again.
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He shrugs slightly, “there’s not much to tell.” He grabs the door and holds it for her, as he rambles off some generic story of an upbringing in town and how he’s now an accountant. It was an easy lie to tell, and one he’d been able to keep up for a while now and it kept him from having to let her down. “Don’t worry, I should be getting home as well.”
He happens to be going the dame way as her so he walks with her down the sidewalk. “Here, I wanted to give you this but didn’t have the chance to before,” he says as he hands her some cash. “It is your tip for tonight so don’t try to give it back.”
“Oh, thank you. This is really generous of you.” She looked at it, then up at him before tucking it away in her bag. “Especially after helping me and everything.” She smiled a little. “I’m glad we met. And I would really like to be friends.” She met his gaze, tucking back her hair as they walked.
It wasn’t long until they reached her apartment, a three story building with a locked front door. She frowned. “This is me. Are you too far?” she asked, looking at him before getting out her key. “I’ll help you hale a cab if you want. They’re not the easiest to get right here.”
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
Loki was use to earth by now. He needed a moment to himself. The stress of what happen in pass year or so. He just needed to breathe. Which is strangely how he found himself in bar.
He sat down on bar stool looking little lost. “ Ah.. Hello.. sorry to bother you” he said by look on her face. “Can I have drink.. meed… I mean” he blinked looking down. “Anything to be honest” he said with quite tone. He didn’t make to bug the poor lady.
Roz nodded; his polite tone didn’t bother her and she felt bad for judging him so harshly from the start. Grabbing a glass, she poured him a drink and set it in front of him. Looking him over, her smile softened and became more genuine.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Just the sorts of people who come in here, they’re not usually the nicest. I tend to judge everyone based on that, and I really should work on it.” She then went back to wiping out the glasses, but glanced at him once more.
“Let me know if you need anything else, okay? My name is Roz.” Then she turned back to her work, finishing the mugs and setting them aside before working on the bar once more.
“Nice too meet you Roz.. and its fine kind of semi kindest thing that happen to me this week’ he shrugs.
Loki takes sip of the drink and coughs. Earth was different than his home… through it was gone he guessed..
“Name is.. ah Lo…Loki” he almost stutters as if hes afraid for moment. Maybe he is. After the whole tva thing.
He cup the drink with both hands warm green glow coming off one of his hands making him cover it up. He sighed frown on his lip and looked at his drink like it told him that he was adopted. Well he knew that but still.
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“Loki? Like the Norse god or like the guy from New York?” she asked him curiously. There was no longer any hostility in her tone, however. In fact, she didn’t seem upset or afraid as she looked at him. Finally done with the mugs, and the other patrons content with their drinks and company, she had a moment or two to chat.
“You’re a unique character. It’s actually nice, seeing someone in here who doesn’t want… busty women draped all over them, attending their every whim.” She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Refreshing, that’s the word.”
Before she was able to say more, one of the other workers walked over to her and placed a drink order. She nodded and started filling the glasses. The woman, a tall, leggy brunette, took it from her a little harshly, hastily, and walked off without even a thanks. Roz rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“You’re welcome, Natalie!” she called after her, but it was lost in the thumping music and the chatter from the patrons. Quickly, she turned her attention back to Loki.
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“ Well” he trails off “ I made mistakes terrible ones.. ” he frowns. “ It wasn’t my choice in matter. ” he sighs. That seemed so long ago. He ran his hand through his hair. He shrugs “ My brother might be like that.. but people usually don’t like me” he frowns slightly. “ She seems lovely” he mumbled slightly eyebrow raised. He looked at her with confusion. ‘In fact most people kind of run or turn me in or treat me like… what they want me to be" he mumbled the last part so quitely but winced.
“Well, I have no intention of turning anyone… Except maybe my boss.” She smiled at him on the last bit, winking playfully. “But I have a few more free minutes, want to tell me your story?” she asked, finishing up a couple drinks before leaning on the bar in front of him. “Only if you want to, of course.”
For once, the patrons didn’t seem to be grabbing her attention away and she actually wanted to talk to someone there. He didn’t give her the sleazy vibes of the others. It was almost… easy to talk to him.
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He chuckles “ I don’t blame you” he grins amused . “free minutes because could take hour, you might not believe me to be honest. ” he paused taking breathe. “Do you know about the Avengers” he asked mostly curious. But it was good start there.
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“I’ve heard of them, yes. The whole thing with New York and such a few years back,” Rozalyn replied with a nod. She remembered hearing about it on the news, though she hadn’t paid too much attention to the details. Things had been hectic there for a bit, but then she really stopped hearing about it and it had mostly slipped her mind.
“Hey, Miss, another round!” someone called, and she sighed, excusing herself long enough to pour the drinks. Then she came back over to Loki, leaning in on the bar.
“Sorry about that. Tell me more? Are you one of them or something?” She also poured him another drink in case he wanted one. If he didn’t, she could always down it; it wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but sometimes it did help her get through the evenings.
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“ One of them” he laughs. “ No my brother.. the myths about thor and loki"he paused looking around. He moved his hand used his magic to create fireworks. ” Loki of Asgard" he adds. “The New york thing.. I was blinded by pain, mostly from my Father… Trusted someone and they used me” he sighed.
“…I believe you. The New York incident was tragic for everyone involved, still is. I just don’t get the vibe from you that you’re evil or anything. Do you want to talk about it?” She looked at him, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I don’t mind lending my ear if you do-”
Once again she was called away. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes and walked over to the obviously drunken man. Listening to his request, she poured his drink. As she was walking back towards Loki, he reached out and copped a feel. When she felt it, she spun around and slapped him.
“Hey! Just because I work here does not mean that is public domain!” she snapped at him. “Don’t touch that!”
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He was honored and mostly confused. Worried that she will hate him sometime. He took breathe ’ Thank you" he said softly. Later he managed to send spell towards the male making him fall into the ground. Nothing to hurt him but to teach him a lesson.
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With a grumble, she walked back over to the bar, sighing and shaking her head. The men who had been there were beginning to file away, distracted by one of the other women willing to pay attention to them where Roz wouldn’t. She turned back to Loki.
“So, tell me more about you? I’d like to get to know you.” She smiled and leaned on the bar, looking at him. “Never met anyone famous.” She winked.
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
He inclines his head in understanding. “If you are sure,” he responds, not very talkative but offering a grateful smile. He wasn’t going to pay whoever ran this place but he’d make sure that Rozalyn was paid for them.
He gets a couple more drinks that evening, mostly wanting to stick around to make sure she was alright. When she’d look his way he would offer a smile in return, it was the least he could do. In the midst of everything his own problems were momentarily forgotten even if he wasn’t drunk.
Roz kept up her work until her shift was over. Luckily, it was still while he was there. The girl who came in to replace her was a petite, bubbly blonde who was overly flirtatious with everyone. She even attempted to come on to Loki, batting her long lashes and smiling. Roz shook her head and grabbed her things, shrugging her jacket on. Normally, she left from the back room, but this time she opted to go through the bar. Walking over to Loki, she paused.
“Hey. I dunno if you’ll come by again or anything, but here.” She wrote her number on a napkin. “If you need anything, even just a friend… call me, okay?” She didn’t know what made her do it, but she really wanted to get to know him. “As a thanks for being a nice guy.” With a friendly smile, she turned to go.
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He was planning to leave a little after her, probably finish his drink then go. He quickly shuts off the advances from the blonde, basically telling her that she’d have better luck elsewhere. When she comes back out he’s standing up and finishing his drink, thinking he’ll have to come back to give her the tip he’d planned on, which was fine but he didn’t really want to come back to this place.
He turns to see her and offers that same slight smile again, “I doubt I’ll be coming back here,“ he says with some distaste. He looks at the scribbled phonenumber with a bit of confusion but quickly shakes it off with a nod, “oh, alright.” He doubts he’d call her, it just wasn’t his thing to make friends, it’d never worked out for him in the past. “You want me to walk you out,” he offers after a moment’s pause.
“Yea, that would be nice,” Roz replied, smiling to him. “So, Theodore, tell me more about you? You seem like a pretty nice person.” She walked to the door, waiting for him before heading outside. “My apartment isn’t too far, so...” Her expression looked a little sheepish. “I don’t have a lot of time to talk. But I would like to hang out sometime.”
She began heading towards her little apartment, hoping he was going the same way. If he wasn’t, she would have to think of something so she could see him again.
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Sorry, some things have been going on and mental health wise I have not been feeling the best. I will get replies out soon, probably tomorrow, hopefully!
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
He inclines his head in understanding. “If you are sure,” he responds, not very talkative but offering a grateful smile. He wasn’t going to pay whoever ran this place but he’d make sure that Rozalyn was paid for them.
He gets a couple more drinks that evening, mostly wanting to stick around to make sure she was alright. When she’d look his way he would offer a smile in return, it was the least he could do. In the midst of everything his own problems were momentarily forgotten even if he wasn’t drunk.
Roz kept up her work until her shift was over. Luckily, it was still while he was there. The girl who came in to replace her was a petite, bubbly blonde who was overly flirtatious with everyone. She even attempted to come on to Loki, batting her long lashes and smiling. Roz shook her head and grabbed her things, shrugging her jacket on. Normally, she left from the back room, but this time she opted to go through the bar. Walking over to Loki, she paused.
“Hey. I dunno if you’ll come by again or anything, but here.” She wrote her number on a napkin. “If you need anything, even just a friend... call me, okay?” She didn’t know what made her do it, but she really wanted to get to know him. “As a thanks for being a nice guy.” With a friendly smile, she turned to go.
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
Loki was use to earth by now. He needed a moment to himself. The stress of what happen in pass year or so. He just needed to breathe. Which is strangely how he found himself in bar.
He sat down on bar stool looking little lost. “ Ah.. Hello.. sorry to bother you” he said by look on her face. “Can I have drink.. meed… I mean” he blinked looking down. “Anything to be honest” he said with quite tone. He didn’t make to bug the poor lady.
Roz nodded; his polite tone didn’t bother her and she felt bad for judging him so harshly from the start. Grabbing a glass, she poured him a drink and set it in front of him. Looking him over, her smile softened and became more genuine.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Just the sorts of people who come in here, they’re not usually the nicest. I tend to judge everyone based on that, and I really should work on it.” She then went back to wiping out the glasses, but glanced at him once more.
“Let me know if you need anything else, okay? My name is Roz.” Then she turned back to her work, finishing the mugs and setting them aside before working on the bar once more.
“Nice too meet you Roz.. and its fine kind of semi kindest thing that happen to me this week’ he shrugs.
Loki takes sip of the drink and coughs. Earth was different than his home… through it was gone he guessed..
“Name is.. ah Lo…Loki” he almost stutters as if hes afraid for moment. Maybe he is. After the whole tva thing.
He cup the drink with both hands warm green glow coming off one of his hands making him cover it up. He sighed frown on his lip and looked at his drink like it told him that he was adopted. Well he knew that but still.
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“Loki? Like the Norse god or like the guy from New York?” she asked him curiously. There was no longer any hostility in her tone, however. In fact, she didn’t seem upset or afraid as she looked at him. Finally done with the mugs, and the other patrons content with their drinks and company, she had a moment or two to chat.
“You’re a unique character. It’s actually nice, seeing someone in here who doesn’t want… busty women draped all over them, attending their every whim.” She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Refreshing, that’s the word.”
Before she was able to say more, one of the other workers walked over to her and placed a drink order. She nodded and started filling the glasses. The woman, a tall, leggy brunette, took it from her a little harshly, hastily, and walked off without even a thanks. Roz rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“You’re welcome, Natalie!” she called after her, but it was lost in the thumping music and the chatter from the patrons. Quickly, she turned her attention back to Loki.
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“ Well” he trails off “ I made mistakes terrible ones.. ” he frowns. “ It wasn’t my choice in matter. ” he sighs. That seemed so long ago. He ran his hand through his hair. He shrugs “ My brother might be like that.. but people usually don’t like me” he frowns slightly. “ She seems lovely” he mumbled slightly eyebrow raised. He looked at her with confusion. ‘In fact most people kind of run or turn me in or treat me like… what they want me to be" he mumbled the last part so quitely but winced.
“Well, I have no intention of turning anyone… Except maybe my boss.” She smiled at him on the last bit, winking playfully. “But I have a few more free minutes, want to tell me your story?” she asked, finishing up a couple drinks before leaning on the bar in front of him. “Only if you want to, of course.”
For once, the patrons didn’t seem to be grabbing her attention away and she actually wanted to talk to someone there. He didn’t give her the sleazy vibes of the others. It was almost… easy to talk to him.
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He chuckles “ I don’t blame you” he grins amused . “free minutes because could take hour, you might not believe me to be honest. ” he paused taking breathe. “Do you know about the Avengers” he asked mostly curious. But it was good start there.
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“I’ve heard of them, yes. The whole thing with New York and such a few years back,” Rozalyn replied with a nod. She remembered hearing about it on the news, though she hadn’t paid too much attention to the details. Things had been hectic there for a bit, but then she really stopped hearing about it and it had mostly slipped her mind.
“Hey, Miss, another round!” someone called, and she sighed, excusing herself long enough to pour the drinks. Then she came back over to Loki, leaning in on the bar.
“Sorry about that. Tell me more? Are you one of them or something?” She also poured him another drink in case he wanted one. If he didn’t, she could always down it; it wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but sometimes it did help her get through the evenings.
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“ One of them” he laughs. “ No my brother.. the myths about thor and loki"he paused looking around. He moved his hand used his magic to create fireworks. ” Loki of Asgard" he adds. “The New york thing.. I was blinded by pain, mostly from my Father… Trusted someone and they used me” he sighed.
“...I believe you. The New York incident was tragic for everyone involved, still is. I just don’t get the vibe from you that you’re evil or anything. Do you want to talk about it?” She looked at him, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I don’t mind lending my ear if you do-”
Once again she was called away. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes and walked over to the obviously drunken man. Listening to his request, she poured his drink. As she was walking back towards Loki, he reached out and copped a feel. When she felt it, she spun around and slapped him.
“Hey! Just because I work here does not mean that is public domain!” she snapped at him. “Don’t touch that!”
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
Even in his disguised form Loki was still an imposing figure with dark hair. Sure his nose, ears and eyes were just different enough he couldn’t be recognized by people as Loki of Asgard. He’s sure that if the man before him knew who he was taking punches at he would have just turned and run instead.
“I am defending her from the likes of you. No one needs a drunk idiot trying to assault them when she clearly told you no.” He tilts his head slightly, not even phased by the poorly thrown punch. He turns his head slightly to look over his shoulder at her, “he is an idiot, and they are as well for not stepping in. You just stay near me and don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” He’s more concerned for her than any sort of fight he may end up in while defending her.
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Rozalyn nodded and moved in closer behind him. She peered out again and bit her lip, noting the man struggling to his feet. He was still slurring his speech as he threw words at him. They were empty threats, of course; the man could barely even stand straight and was very unlikely to remember most of the night.
“…eh, she’s no’ worth it!” he finally snarled, moving to walk away. Roz sighed in relief, playing with her hair as she let herself sag against the wall. Not having to deal with the drunkard was a weight off her shoulders. Then she looked back up at Loki and smiled a little, this one far more real than any before.
“Thanks for protecting me,” she told him. “Let me know if there’s any way I can help you.” After, she offered her hand to him. “In case I didn’t introduce myself properly, I’m Rozalyn Elden. You can call me Roz.” In the rush of everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure if she had told him or not.
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Loki watches the man with something similar to pity and disgust until he finally gets up and moves on. As he turns away Loki mutters something along the lines of, “fucking idiot,” under his breath in Asgardian. It’s after he says that that he lets his attention fall back to Rozalyn, offering a slight smile of his own.
He takes her hand in his to gently give it a shake, an odd gesture he thought but he’d picked it up in order to blend. “It is no problem, you’re just at work, I wasn’t going to just sit by and watch.” He wanted to be good, even if he knew no one would ever care that he was trying he could try for himself and the people he helped who did seem to care. “I’m Theodore Andrews,” he introduces himself with his Midgardian name, the one he used to live a normal and boring life here. He takes a step around her to exit the bar rather than vaulting it again, then takes his seat once again. “You seem to really dislike this place, what keeps you working here, if it’s not too much to ask.” It couldn’t hurt to make small talk while he finishes his drink.
“Honestly? The fact that I can’t find anywhere else because my boss absolutely refuses to give me a decent reference. I make enough to pay my bills, and as you see, no tips.” She sighed and fluffed her hair with one hand, shaking her head. Glancing around before she focused back on him, smiling. This time, though, it was more of an “I’d rather be anywhere else” smile. “So saving is a no-go for me too.”
Then she brushed it off, shaking her head and looking back towards him once more.
“But regardless, it’s nice to meet you, Theodore. Mind if I call you Theo?” Her smile regained its warmth then, much more genuine. “And if I may, what brings someone like you here? You’re far too nice for this crowd; they all kind of… well, suck.”
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He pushes the glass in front of him, juggling it between his hands along the bar. “Hmm, yeah it seems that your boss has thoroughly trapped you here.” He pauses a moment before asking, “are you not allowed to make tip, or do you just not make any thanks to you not putting up with them?” He asks with a glance of disgust on the word ‘them’ in the direction of the men the other women were hanging on. Either way he makes a note to tip her well, he didn’t have much but he could afford to be generous when he tipped thanks to him not going out much.
”I prefer Theodore, if its not too much trouble.” Just Theo was a little too casual for someone he’d just met even if she seemed nice. There’s no animosity to his voice as he requests it, he just prefers it to the nickname but most people didn’t. He smiles, laughing ever so slightly at her summary of the other customers at the bar, “suck is one word for them,” he shrugs, “I just had a long day at work and decided to try out going to a bar since I’ve never been to one before so I just walked in, I didn’t know what to expect.” Something about her saying he didn’t really fit in with this crowd was nice, but he doubts that opinion would stick if she knew who he was. As far as any Midgardian he’d met was concerned when ”Loki” was brought up they thought he could go to Hel.
“Theodore then.” She nodded and smiled. “As for tips, you’ve seen how they regard me in this place. They’re allowed but it all goes to the ones who, well... need I say it?” She looked towards some of the darker tables, shaking her head in disappointment. “Anyway, as a thanks for everything, your drinks for tonight are on me.”
She turned back to making other drinks without another word, hoping he knew if he needed anything else, he needed just to ask. A few times she glanced his way and smiled.
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Loki had been on Midgard before, on ‘official’ business as well as his own pleasures. It was a simple place, by so many means, and yet it had its own flavor of chaos that called to him, made his fingers twitch and spark.
This trip, he was alone. Typically, he travelled to other worlds with Thor, at least, and perhaps with their intrepid crew, as well. There were certainly times, however, when he wished to hold his own, to experience roaming sights at his own pace. There were times he wished to observe more than he wished to act and change the order of things.
It just so happened that such trips managed to ire his progenitor the most.
Apparently, more honorable to the Allfather Odin was the waging of war among worlds with fewer available resources than was the casual observance of their cultures and lives. Such disagreements were certainly not uncommon between them. They did, however, see to it that Loki had to find his own methods for leaving Asgard, and for coming back home. Not every world of interest had as ready a tear in the reality of distance in space, but Midgard had been the easiest to infiltrate without Heimdall’s knowledge.
So there he was, in a Midgardian tavern, about to test whether or not their recreational liquors had improved in the last 500 years.
“What do you have that is strongest?” he posed in reply to the young girl’s greeting question.
Roz turned and looked over the shelves behind her, pondering on his question for a few moments. Finally, she selected a bottle from one of the top shelves, grabbing a small glass and setting it in front of him. Before she started to pour it, however, she looked towards him once more.
“Rocks or no?” she asked, tilting her head a little. As she did, her hair slipped from her shoulders, falling behind her in a curtain of curls. Next to Loki, another customer tried to draw her attention away with a lewd comment, and she completely ignored it, more focused on taking drink orders.
The rest of the bar was dimly lit, with simple hanging lights over the tables that swayed slowly back and forth. The waitresses were draped over the male patrons, giggling at lame or dirty jokes. In fact, those who worked there seem to be the only females in the bar. A few imposing looking men stood near the doors, black t-shirts tight, showing their powerful physiques. It was obvious they were bouncers, though none of them stopped the frankly obscene goings-on.
Roz ignored it all, facing Loki, patiently waiting for an answer.
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“Rocks?” he posed, head tilted as well in question. He had not heard that term the last time he had come.
In the midst of figuring out the question, Loki’s attention was stolen by the man to his right. “That’s no way to speak to a lady,” he aimed directly at the man, who seemed fit to growl at him, to make more comments, though Loki merely stared him down, his entire being still and calm. While not pleased, the man grumbled and returned to his drink, for the moment.
“Just the liquor will do, thank you,” he turned back to the bar, still unsure about the ‘rocks’, but assuming he did not need them.
“Rocks is ice,” Roz replied, smiling when she heard him fend off the man; it was a nice change from the other men she dealt with in that bar. She poured his drink and set it in front of him. “Are you from around here? I’ve never seen you and so far no one has stuck up for me against guys like that.”
A waitress ordered some drinks for a table, and Roz put them on a tray for her. She took them without so much as a thank you Roz sighed and ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head.
“Or the waitresses... To be honest, I’m surprised none of them are draping themselves over you yet. Being handsome and all, normally happens before I can blink.”
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
Even in his disguised form Loki was still an imposing figure with dark hair. Sure his nose, ears and eyes were just different enough he couldn’t be recognized by people as Loki of Asgard. He’s sure that if the man before him knew who he was taking punches at he would have just turned and run instead.
“I am defending her from the likes of you. No one needs a drunk idiot trying to assault them when she clearly told you no.” He tilts his head slightly, not even phased by the poorly thrown punch. He turns his head slightly to look over his shoulder at her, “he is an idiot, and they are as well for not stepping in. You just stay near me and don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” He’s more concerned for her than any sort of fight he may end up in while defending her.
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Rozalyn nodded and moved in closer behind him. She peered out again and bit her lip, noting the man struggling to his feet. He was still slurring his speech as he threw words at him. They were empty threats, of course; the man could barely even stand straight and was very unlikely to remember most of the night.
“…eh, she’s no’ worth it!” he finally snarled, moving to walk away. Roz sighed in relief, playing with her hair as she let herself sag against the wall. Not having to deal with the drunkard was a weight off her shoulders. Then she looked back up at Loki and smiled a little, this one far more real than any before.
“Thanks for protecting me,” she told him. “Let me know if there’s any way I can help you.” After, she offered her hand to him. “In case I didn’t introduce myself properly, I’m Rozalyn Elden. You can call me Roz.” In the rush of everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure if she had told him or not.
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Loki watches the man with something similar to pity and disgust until he finally gets up and moves on. As he turns away Loki mutters something along the lines of, “fucking idiot,” under his breath in Asgardian. It’s after he says that that he lets his attention fall back to Rozalyn, offering a slight smile of his own.
He takes her hand in his to gently give it a shake, an odd gesture he thought but he’d picked it up in order to blend. “It is no problem, you’re just at work, I wasn’t going to just sit by and watch.” He wanted to be good, even if he knew no one would ever care that he was trying he could try for himself and the people he helped who did seem to care. “I’m Theodore Andrews,” he introduces himself with his Midgardian name, the one he used to live a normal and boring life here. He takes a step around her to exit the bar rather than vaulting it again, then takes his seat once again. “You seem to really dislike this place, what keeps you working here, if it’s not too much to ask.” It couldn’t hurt to make small talk while he finishes his drink.
“Honestly? The fact that I can’t find anywhere else because my boss absolutely refuses to give me a decent reference. I make enough to pay my bills, and as you see, no tips.” She sighed and fluffed her hair with one hand, shaking her head. Glancing around before she focused back on him, smiling. This time, though, it was more of an “I’d rather be anywhere else” smile. “So saving is a no-go for me too.”
Then she brushed it off, shaking her head and looking back towards him once more.
“But regardless, it’s nice to meet you, Theodore. Mind if I call you Theo?” Her smile regained its warmth then, much more genuine. “And if I may, what brings someone like you here? You’re far too nice for this crowd; they all kind of... well, suck.”
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
Loki was use to earth by now. He needed a moment to himself. The stress of what happen in pass year or so. He just needed to breathe. Which is strangely how he found himself in bar.
He sat down on bar stool looking little lost. “ Ah.. Hello.. sorry to bother you” he said by look on her face. “Can I have drink.. meed… I mean” he blinked looking down. “Anything to be honest” he said with quite tone. He didn’t make to bug the poor lady.
Roz nodded; his polite tone didn’t bother her and she felt bad for judging him so harshly from the start. Grabbing a glass, she poured him a drink and set it in front of him. Looking him over, her smile softened and became more genuine.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Just the sorts of people who come in here, they’re not usually the nicest. I tend to judge everyone based on that, and I really should work on it.” She then went back to wiping out the glasses, but glanced at him once more.
“Let me know if you need anything else, okay? My name is Roz.” Then she turned back to her work, finishing the mugs and setting them aside before working on the bar once more.
“Nice too meet you Roz.. and its fine kind of semi kindest thing that happen to me this week’ he shrugs.
Loki takes sip of the drink and coughs. Earth was different than his home… through it was gone he guessed..
“Name is.. ah Lo…Loki” he almost stutters as if hes afraid for moment. Maybe he is. After the whole tva thing.
He cup the drink with both hands warm green glow coming off one of his hands making him cover it up. He sighed frown on his lip and looked at his drink like it told him that he was adopted. Well he knew that but still.
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“Loki? Like the Norse god or like the guy from New York?” she asked him curiously. There was no longer any hostility in her tone, however. In fact, she didn’t seem upset or afraid as she looked at him. Finally done with the mugs, and the other patrons content with their drinks and company, she had a moment or two to chat.
“You’re a unique character. It’s actually nice, seeing someone in here who doesn’t want… busty women draped all over them, attending their every whim.” She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Refreshing, that’s the word.”
Before she was able to say more, one of the other workers walked over to her and placed a drink order. She nodded and started filling the glasses. The woman, a tall, leggy brunette, took it from her a little harshly, hastily, and walked off without even a thanks. Roz rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“You’re welcome, Natalie!” she called after her, but it was lost in the thumping music and the chatter from the patrons. Quickly, she turned her attention back to Loki.
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“ Well” he trails off “ I made mistakes terrible ones.. ” he frowns. “ It wasn’t my choice in matter. ” he sighs. That seemed so long ago. He ran his hand through his hair. He shrugs “ My brother might be like that.. but people usually don’t like me” he frowns slightly. “ She seems lovely” he mumbled slightly eyebrow raised. He looked at her with confusion. ‘In fact most people kind of run or turn me in or treat me like… what they want me to be" he mumbled the last part so quitely but winced.
“Well, I have no intention of turning anyone… Except maybe my boss.” She smiled at him on the last bit, winking playfully. “But I have a few more free minutes, want to tell me your story?” she asked, finishing up a couple drinks before leaning on the bar in front of him. “Only if you want to, of course.”
For once, the patrons didn’t seem to be grabbing her attention away and she actually wanted to talk to someone there. He didn’t give her the sleazy vibes of the others. It was almost… easy to talk to him.
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He chuckles “ I don’t blame you” he grins amused . “free minutes because could take hour, you might not believe me to be honest. ” he paused taking breathe. “Do you know about the Avengers” he asked mostly curious. But it was good start there.
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“I’ve heard of them, yes. The whole thing with New York and such a few years back,” Rozalyn replied with a nod. She remembered hearing about it on the news, though she hadn’t paid too much attention to the details. Things had been hectic there for a bit, but then she really stopped hearing about it and it had mostly slipped her mind.
“Hey, Miss, another round!” someone called, and she sighed, excusing herself long enough to pour the drinks. Then she came back over to Loki, leaning in on the bar.
“Sorry about that. Tell me more? Are you one of them or something?” She also poured him another drink in case he wanted one. If he didn’t, she could always down it; it wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but sometimes it did help her get through the evenings.
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“ One of them” he laughs. “ No my brother.. the myths about thor and loki"he paused looking around. He moved his hand used his magic to create fireworks. ” Loki of Asgard" he adds. “The New york thing.. I was blinded by pain, mostly from my Father… Trusted someone and they used me” he sighed.
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“I’m sorry to hear that; getting used and hurt isn’t fun.” She frowned a little and looked around. Seeing the others had withdrawn or moved away, she leaned in a little. “I understand being driven by things like that. As long as you do your best to repent for them, though, forgiveness is definitely possible. It isn’t always easy, but it can happen.” Then she smiled a little.
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Loki had been on Midgard before, on ‘official’ business as well as his own pleasures. It was a simple place, by so many means, and yet it had its own flavor of chaos that called to him, made his fingers twitch and spark.
This trip, he was alone. Typically, he travelled to other worlds with Thor, at least, and perhaps with their intrepid crew, as well. There were certainly times, however, when he wished to hold his own, to experience roaming sights at his own pace. There were times he wished to observe more than he wished to act and change the order of things.
It just so happened that such trips managed to ire his progenitor the most.
Apparently, more honorable to the Allfather Odin was the waging of war among worlds with fewer available resources than was the casual observance of their cultures and lives. Such disagreements were certainly not uncommon between them. They did, however, see to it that Loki had to find his own methods for leaving Asgard, and for coming back home. Not every world of interest had as ready a tear in the reality of distance in space, but Midgard had been the easiest to infiltrate without Heimdall’s knowledge.
So there he was, in a Midgardian tavern, about to test whether or not their recreational liquors had improved in the last 500 years.
“What do you have that is strongest?” he posed in reply to the young girl’s greeting question.
Roz turned and looked over the shelves behind her, pondering on his question for a few moments. Finally, she selected a bottle from one of the top shelves, grabbing a small glass and setting it in front of him. Before she started to pour it, however, she looked towards him once more.
“Rocks or no?” she asked, tilting her head a little. As she did, her hair slipped from her shoulders, falling behind her in a curtain of curls. Next to Loki, another customer tried to draw her attention away with a lewd comment, and she completely ignored it, more focused on taking drink orders.
The rest of the bar was dimly lit, with simple hanging lights over the tables that swayed slowly back and forth. The waitresses were draped over the male patrons, giggling at lame or dirty jokes. In fact, those who worked there seem to be the only females in the bar. A few imposing looking men stood near the doors, black t-shirts tight, showing their powerful physiques. It was obvious they were bouncers, though none of them stopped the frankly obscene goings-on.
Roz ignored it all, facing Loki, patiently waiting for an answer.
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Rozalyn stood behind the counter of the bar, brushing back her red curls for the umpteenth time, it felt. Aside from the alcohol orders, she was ignoring the men catcalling or making lewd remarks; they did that all the time, she had learned to tune it out. Much to the ire of her boss, Beatrice, a short old woman leaning on a cane. Beatrice was old-fashioned and believed that women were there to serve men, not to have free will. Roz would often test that. Wiping down the bar, Roz tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to keep it from her face. Even pinning it back in a ponytail or a clip, it still refused to stay. Like it had a mind of its own. With a sigh, she tried to focus on her work while she could. The other waitresses around the bar were hanging all over the men, or leaning on the tables, or worse yet, leading them back to one of the many back rooms Beatrice kept. Roz wasn’t sure on the details of the deal, but she knew somehow Beatrice had set it up so she didn’t get into trouble. Sensing a new presence at the bar, she looked up, putting on a forced fake smile. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious; she didn’t want to listen to another lecture about how she needed to be nicer or she would get fired; the only reason the old woman even kept her around was because she could make a decent drink. “Hi. What can I get you?” she asked. Her voice was even falsely cheerful; it was obvious she hated being there.
Even in his disguised form Loki was still an imposing figure with dark hair. Sure his nose, ears and eyes were just different enough he couldn’t be recognized by people as Loki of Asgard. He’s sure that if the man before him knew who he was taking punches at he would have just turned and run instead.
“I am defending her from the likes of you. No one needs a drunk idiot trying to assault them when she clearly told you no.” He tilts his head slightly, not even phased by the poorly thrown punch. He turns his head slightly to look over his shoulder at her, “he is an idiot, and they are as well for not stepping in. You just stay near me and don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” He’s more concerned for her than any sort of fight he may end up in while defending her.
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Rozalyn nodded and moved in closer behind him. She peered out again and bit her lip, noting the man struggling to his feet. He was still slurring his speech as he threw words at him. They were empty threats, of course; the man could barely even stand straight and was very unlikely to remember most of the night.
“...eh, she’s no’ worth it!” he finally snarled, moving to walk away. Roz sighed in relief, playing with her hair as she let herself sag against the wall. Not having to deal with the drunkard was a weight off her shoulders. Then she looked back up at Loki and smiled a little, this one far more real than any before.
“Thanks for protecting me,” she told him. “Let me know if there’s any way I can help you.” After, she offered her hand to him. “In case I didn’t introduce myself properly, I’m Rozalyn Elden. You can call me Roz.” In the rush of everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure if she had told him or not.
