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Bart

That was awfully unexpected. No Loki had not told him any of this. He took it all in at once, mixed of confusion and hurt at the image of Loki killing anyone, much less… himself? If it was HIM, then was it really murder, or, suicide, in a sense? How did that work? His confusion muddled in more questions - and outrage (which should have poured in ) was staved off. Bart felt Loki’s movement, but wasn’t too sure he wanted to leave just yet. He could feel a worried sort of movement from Loki, and was sure he was now expected to leave after hearing this shocking news.

And yes, part of him wanted to leave. But that part that loved Loki was what kept him glued to his seat. He couldn’t really imagine having claims of LOVE tossed to your feet, then taken away because of a mistake you’ve made - albeit a terrible mistake. He could even think of others who’ve made terrible mistakes, such as murder, and were claiming to be better. Trying. Did Bart believe him? Should he - ? Had Loki ever given him reason to be doubted? No, he couldn’t think of an instance.

“ I can’t say I’m in love with you just yet but - Loki, I do care about you. Very much. I’m sorry about your… brother. Sorry he hit you. I don’t want to pretend I understand how gods think - and even though I…. have trouble understand people who kill others… whatever your reasons were, you did them because you absolutely had to, didn’t you? ” His fingers curled around Loki’s hand, “ I don’t want to not meet again. You’re not… you’re not someone I’d want out of my life, okay? ”

It would have been far easier to accept the speedster standing and walking away. But that wasn’t the case, why? It took him a moment to process those digits wrapping around his hand, holding him with such tenderness. Trying to reassure him of those words which echoed in an unexpectedly chaotic mind. Had Bart honestly not changed? Did the speedster ever think about himself? “In love?” The god of stories echoed, incredulity flashing briefly across his features. “If you know what is best for you, you will avoid me while you are still able to. Becoming involved with me only seems to bring those who claim to care for me grief.”

He had his reasons to have done what he did. Kid Loki had simply been a suitable vessel at the time, however it’d brought forth so much guilt and so many consequences. The god of stories had to fall on his face a few times before being able to achieve his enlightened state. And even so, he knew his current situation was hardly an absolute. They all consistently shifted and changed in time, moulding their stories as they came in order to continue weaving something so fantastical it would hardly be believed.

”Why couldn’t you say ‘leave’?” Not in love with him just yet? The last he wanted was Bart suffering due to his infamy. Loki couldn’t promise anyone that this change would remain, he couldn’t give his best friend that courtesy. And yet the speedster was there, with an expression which he couldn’t quite decipher. He didn’t want to understand it, because piecing it together could make him realise that he was, indeed, telling the truth. His brow furrowed, as he knew Bart would refuse to change his mind. He could be stubborn like that. “Why do you insist in remaining by my side in spite of the fact others will give you a hard time over your decision?”

#flashlegacy #plain joe;#gentle HERMES;

blockmind

area villain wreaks havoc on leaf piles

#portrait;#autumnal mood;

jivewise

that’s never a trick worth playing— ↯

#portrait;#god of STORIES;

Thomas

The hint was shitty, he knows that, but it was on purpose. Kinda(?). He wasn’t sure just how much LONGER he could take playing their little game of clue, while Tommy knew that it was Loki on the other end. Tommy had a lot he WANTED to say to the God before the game had started, but now; he’s unsure && speechless.

[Text to: Unknown Number] : well, yeah, i remember you stuffing your face by the pound with bacon [Text to: Unknown Number] : one does not just forget a massacre like that [Text to: Unknown Number] : but, uhm [Text to: Unknown Number] : how are you?

How was he? Where would he even begin? So much had transpired during the time he was out and about in his path of self discovery and redemption. Good thing he had an unlimited phone plan he could use to communicate, as he realised that this may be easier if they were able to actually speak with each other. Loki didn’t even hesitate as he thumbed Tommy’s number into his keypad and waited for the speedster to pick up.

So he waited for the other to pick up, because this was the best way. And Tommy may be slightly less awkward on voice than texting him. Because really, who would even bother typing ‘uhm’ into the message?

#specdiskey #sweet MERCURY;#plain joe;

Bart

Bart still somehow manages to be surprised with each small explanation from the god of mischief. He’s already read dozens of times that he and Thor were brothers - half brothers, adopted - but still brothers, on a strained relationship much like his own with Thad ( who he totally didn’t want to be thinking about right now ). It really was a good thing Loki was so ‘dense’ that he wouldn’t have been killed, not that Bart would have found out for a very long time - The thought of that, nearly made him rub his eyes.

But thoughts were interrupted, as they usually were with him, at the squeeze of his shoulders, making him smile even wider. He breathed easy knowing that at least he was getting held back, a little, for the time being. Holding him back this way made the bubbling anger at Loki being hurt water down, but he wouldn’t really forget that soon.

“ What you did to your younger iteration?” More things he didn’t understand, but maybe this wasn’t the right place for him to push on a touchy subject - if it was touchy. “ No matter what you’d done, he just, hit you like that? ” Why was Thor always so angry outside of his myths? Sure the myth-Thor liked to fight from what he’d read but, as far as he had been learning… Thor and Loki very much considered themselves brothers. So why didn’t these two? “Thor sucks. ”

"That he does.” The god of stories mused, lightly threading digits through the other’s hair. He pursed his lips ever so slightly at the question. Loki’d almost forgotten how terribly curious those speedsters were. And the manner in which Bart asked almost reeked with innocence, as if he honestly didn’t expect the answer to be something unforgivable. “I murdered him, and took his body. I had my reasons to do such thing, but taking away someone so beloved to Asgard came back to haunt me. The truth comes out eventually, no matter how fantastical the story being weaved— No, that wouldn’t be considered a story in their eyes. It was a lie at the time.” He’d rambled a hint, a he tend to when left to his own thoughts. “I had assumed I’d told you this years ago. His blood was on my hands back then as well, though it is no longer the case.”

His figure shifted ever so slightly, waiting to see just how would Bart react. Because as much as he’d claimed to love him, there were certain crimes which couldn’t be forgiven. Regardless of their intent, regardless of the positive outcome they had. People clung to certain memories, and were unable to see the upsides in a tragic situation. Because if they looked hard enough, they would realise those indeed existed. His younger self died as him and nobody else, knowing love and compassion without any conditions. And this Loki was able to achieve greater things; to understand himself better than he’d ever been able to. The god of stories who played no favourites, free from the chains which had bound him for millennia until very recently.

"Thor claimed to love me, but his love was predicated on how much better my iteration was than myself. Mother exiled me for my crimes, yet she was the first to attempt to coax me into picking sides during a fantastical war which I wanted nothing to do with. Father said he loved me regardless of what I’d done, but he is guilty of mother’s crime as well. Their idea of love humours me.” Although there was a tinge of bitterness in the smile which was offered, Loki could sincerely say he’d never felt more free than he did at this moment. “I will understand if you’d rather us not meet again after hearing what I’ve done. Just say the words.”

#flashlegacy #gentle HERMES;#plain joe;

Bart

While there was not a specific reaction that he’d gotten from his kiss, he was not yet totally disengaged. He let one of his fingers brush against the side of Loki’s head, moving coal-black strands of hair out of his eyes and behind his ear. Then he took a more proper seat beside the god of mischief. Bart didn’t understand too much about the nuances of Asgard - aside from what he’d read in books, of course, but there was no telling how much of what he’d read was actually the full TRUTH. While the myths held many truths, he did not want to just assume ( not too much) when an actual god was sitting next to him. Not one he cared for this much-

It was, though, interesting to hear. Bart himself had undertaken several high-level missions for the league since he hit the ripe old age of 18, right alongside them, with the Flash - be still his heart - but it was never so they would forgive something he’d done. If Loki was doing a thing like this, misadventures as they were, it had to mean everything good. Then again, he did say ‘WAS’. Bart laughed, leaning against Loki’s arm.

“I’ve just been Kid Flash, working with the Titans and the League for the past two years. Trying not to die again. Hard stuff. Everyone keeps telling me to ‘hang-up’ until I’m ready to be the Flash but, holding onto their sense of normalcy just doesn’t sound as appealing as they make it.… so who the frag knocked a tooth out of your face? ”

Every person he’d become acquainted with seemed to have a path traced for them beforehand. Successors and whatnot. If there was a great hero behind them, that was exactly what others expected of them. If there were myths of old in the background, they were to be followed like the script of a life long play. And yet, some diverged from their path amidst protests. They became their own story instead of a sequel, free from expectations placed upon them by their close circles. Bart was one of these heroes of legacy, who seemed determined to become the Flash though Loki wasn’t quite sure he was entirely at peace with his fate. The weigh of the speedster’s head against his arm, and that cheerful laugh, caused him to crack a smile in spite of himself.

You can always enjoy the little things, the god mused while draping his arm over the other’s shoulders and squeezing ever so slightly. Bart was right however; dying was astoundingly easy, even for someone like him. The question which followed the initial explanation briefed a sharp exhale from the Asgardian, in spite of the fact his smile remained (albeit it’d smoothed out a hint in favour of his lips pursing ever so slightly.) Although he’d always resented Thor, he understood the other’s anger to an extent. Loki would have preferred death, but instead he was forced to confront his inner (and even outer) demons.

And as much as he didn’t hate his adopted brother, he couldn’t simply conceal the truth when confronted directly. It was of no use to him, or anybody else for the matter. “Thor and I had a falling out because I explained to him what I had done to my younger iteration. Understandable, though had I not possessed the tissue density I do, he could have easily snuffed me out.”

#flashlegacy #plain joe;#gentle HERMES;

Bart

He was missing a tooth. Bart wanted SO BAD to reach forward and check his face, but, if his next couple of actions went poorly, he may have to cut that off. It was troubling as hell, to know that THIS may have not even been the extent to which he’d missed. What if there was more? He felt his face crumble, his smile fade. Fingers brushed away from his sides and to Loki’s cheeks, paling in the light above him in his booth. He knelt into the booth.

He leaned forward, and he kissed the very center of Loki’s forehead. Lamenting how much he’d missed from someone so closely knit into his heart. He kept his lips there for a few more moments before lifting them up - and finding his mouth. The same mouth that was now missing a damn tooth. “ It was a BORING kind of eventful, yeah. It would have been nicer if I could have kept up with you… Where were you? ”

His smile only seemed to draw concern from the other, and Loki almost recoiled from the touch. It was so careful, so unlike anything he’d become adjusted to in time. The former god of lies had been shown affection in the past, and he certainly wouldn’t deny such thing. But the last years of painful self-discovery and atonement had brought naught but assorted aches. Although his best friend’s genuine kindness certainly had been the highlight of those bleak days.

However Bart’s touch was hardly the same. There was adoration in that gaze, barely hinted behind those worried honey coloured eyes. So unused he was to something like this after two years of being separated; Loki’s body shifted a hint, no doubt subconsciously. And the two kisses which followed caught him even more off guard, because he hadn’t expected this to happen and Bart still hold onto this. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t acknowledge he’d never quite been able to put this from his mind.

“I was an Agent for Asgard for some time, in order to have my crimes stricken one by one. However I saw an unexpectedly ugly side to the entire business, and we aren’t here to solely discuss my misadventures. Are we?”

#flashlegacy #plain joe;#gentle HERMES;

This pleb

Oh. Oh. The name is on the tip of his lips but his doubt is a bitch. Tommy knew only one God personally, && he wasn’t sure if this lump in his throat was because of the excitement he felt over the possibility, or the fear && guilt.

Tommy tucked his legs under his thighs && collected his options before choosing the option to play it cool.

[Text to: Unknown Number] : oh [Text to: Unknown Number] : oh wow i think [Text to: Unknown Number] : no. no i KNOW who you are [Text to: Unknown Number] : do you… want to keep playing or just flat out tell each other our names [Text to: Unknown Number] : people tell me i look a lot like quicksilver

This was far beyond playing it cool. Cool people did not do this.

That was a quick game. Lips pursed ever so slightly in mild disappointment, however with that cue the options had narrowed considerably. Admittedly, only two speedsters ever caught his attention throughout later iterations. And Quicksilver’s look-alike had left quite an impression in him, if he did say so himself.

So perhaps Tommy was a hint foolish, but he had a good heart on him. And he was one of the few who’d stood by him regardless the ridiculous amounts of pressure which had been pushed onto him years ago. By his family, nonetheless.

[Text from: Unknown Number]: I am rather fond of breakfast meats. [Text from: Unknown Number]: Although you would know that, now. [Text from: Unknown Number]: Wouldn’t you, Thomas?

#specdiskey #plain joe;#sweet MERCURY;

Bart

“ As a matter of FACT, I don’t.” He wouldn’t just talk to gods unprovoked ; because it usually didn’t bode WELL for him. Like hell they’d even give him the time of day. Not unlike Loki would. Naturally, he was being so casual about this reunion - exactly what Bart expected. Bart too was being incredibly casual, or at least making an ATTEMPT to be. He was much more LEVEL than he used to be when he last saw the god - so his hands were still, and his feet were fighting against him to move forward - to kiss him again.

Far too long - the last time they’d really spent any time together was, well, they weren’t exactly TALKING at the time. Not too much - Oh oops, he shouldn’t be averting his attention to that at the moment. He took Loki’s drink in his hand and brought it to his mouth to take a sip. It wasn’t anything he’d continue to drink, so he gave it back, keeping his eyes on Loki’s soft looking face. “ I’ve missed you. It hasn’t been the same without you.”

"A lot has happened.” The god of stories offered smile which briefly revealed his missing tooth. Some would see it as a badge of honour, had it been a honourable situation which cased the loss of it. But it was a reminder of his own mistakes, so he wouldn’t commit them again. At least not anytime soon. As the drink was returned, he cast a quick glance to his cellphone. Impolite, he knew, but the dark haired man was on the clock at the time. Although he did have some to spare for the sake of rekindling his memories with Bart Allen.

“It hasn’t? I assume my absence has been eventful regardless.” Stories went on even if one major character had to be forced out for the sake of plot development. His attention had soon returned to the shorter male, although not much shorter now after... everything that’d happened. He never had been good with expressing himself, at least before his inability to lie. “It hasn’t been the same without you either.”

#flashlegacy #plain joe;

A familiar visage

Would he be remembered? It’s a question often asked in costume, surrounded by people and peers. Would your face be recognizable in 100 years time? Or would you fade and obscure into memory, doomed to be confused with the ones who came before and after you? But at that moment, for Bart, it was perhaps the most important question of his entire life thus far ; would this GOD have remembered him? Would he, Bart, be memorable enough that Loki will remember his name, his face, his voice? He parted his lips, but nothing came out until he started to force his words to be calm.

“ You’re certainly a sight for sore eyes. ”

That was a question which Loki never had to ask himself. In fact, he knew for a fact that others would remember him. Sadly, regardless of his many iterations he’d found no peace until then. Always the god of lies, now leading a life away from those whom he’d finally seen for what they really were. The trickster may be considered a monster, but at the very least he was honest about his intentions. Particularly now more than ever before. And the voice which came was lightly strained, but he’d seen the auburn haired male coming a few feet away from the corner of his eye.

"I do hope that you don’t say that to every god crossing your path.” His response almost came out like a purr, green eyes focusing upon the smaller frame. Loki extended his drink towards Bart, pressing the chilled can briefly against that exposed forehead.

#flashlegacy #plain joe;

New phone, hoo dis?

Games were fun. They helped passed the time && calm rattled nerves, so Tommy was more than delighted to know that not everyone was so bitter about trying their hand at reconnecting with old acquaintances in a way that should be entertaining for both. He leaned back against the old, tattered cushion of his couch && thought for a moment before quickly typing out his next message.

[Text to: Unknown Number] : hmm [Text to: Unknown Number] : well im a mutant from earth [Text to: Unknown Number] : depending on who you are, i hope that narrows down the list a bit

Sadly, that hardly narrowed down the list of acquaintances. Loki had met and greeted several mutants over the course of years, some of which he appreciated the company of from time to time over a drink and casual conversation. But that was it.

Leaning his back against the comfortable couch sitting in the middle of the living room, the god pursed his lips for a moment. This one was either brave or stupid, as no mortal would so readily admit his status as a mutant. Or so he believed, but apparently he’d been mistaken.

[Text from: Unknown Number]: Afraid that hardly narrows the possibilities. [Text from: Unknown Number]: Other tips you may be willing to disclose? [Text from: Unknown Number]: Ah, I believe it’s my turn, isn’t it? I am a god, myself.

#specdiskey #plain joe;

Unknown.

Now, he could be an asshole && start shit-posting ( texting? ) this new number, or he could just be SERIOUS for five minutes && take this persons concerns seriously. But neither option sounded as APPEALING as they should have— so option ‘or’ it was.

[Text to: Unknown Number] : ?? lucky dip?? [Text to: Unknown Number] : uhm, okay, nvm [Text to: Unknown Number] : how about we make this a fun experience? lets play a quick game of guess who [Text to: Unknown Number] : we each tell the other something about ourselves, and we see if we can make a guess who the other is, [Text to: Unknown Number] : cause if you have my number, chances are that we’ve most likely met before

Oh, a game? Most would have told him to piss off, or something equally foul, by then. Not very clever or original, but enough to make Loki appreciate the few who stepped out of the box and offered possibilities which wouldn’t be considered sleazy. And coincidentally he had plenty of time to humour the proposal on his day of leisure. Funny how things worked out well in the end, didn’t they?

[Text from: Unknown Number]: Colour me intrigued. [Text from: Unknown Number]: And that is certainly a possibility, although my memory has been terrible as of late. I apologise in advance. [Text from: Unknown Number]: Seeing you suggested the guessing game, might as well do the honours?

#specdiskey #plain joe;

@specdiskey Shifting through his desk drawers had procured plenty of things to clean through in his apartment. And a particular one drew his attention in. A slightly crumpled piece of paper with a number on it. Who’s number was this? Thumbing over the keypad of his smartphone for a brief moment, it took all but two seconds for him to input the number and type something down.

[Text to: Unknown Number.] I decided to find out who the mysterious number in my desk drawer is. [Text to: Unknown Number.] Similar to the lucky dip.

#specdiskey #plain joe;

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