Loki

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Soda pressing | Loki & Bastet

There was a slight pride that she could do something he couldn’t- even if it was with her phone. Before she had came to the towers she had made sure to get a phone. There was no way she couldn’t get one considering a lot of the things were too new for her to really function. But another God asking how she did it- she would never admit her secret. In reality, the phone had scared her when she had first tried it but now, it was simple. In a way the mechanical woman was her ally in the means of her own apartment.There were so many new things in that place and some of them, she hadn’t even touched yet which made her more fearful of what this device was.

The cat could feel the other close but she was focusing on the machine too much to really be aware of him. Dark God’s never affected the woman for they truly were not as scary as people had begun to see. Anubis and even Emma-O had been her lovers at time and they were seen as some of the most dark of their pantheon. Loki was no different for she knew him just by appearance. Yes, mischief but a cat was just as mischievous.

If anyone was watching the pair of Gods it would be pretty amusing- both reacting to the sound. Side stepping as the larger male moved in front of her, the curiosity lined her face as what he was doing. Another beep that caused her brows to raise but she didn’t move away from hiding behind the males shoulders as his fingers danced along the machines keys. It was amusing, the sound but she had a gut feeling that those sounds were going to be unrecognized by the machine. She had learned that the hard way with what was the stove of her apartment on one of her first nights. But, he soon stood backwards with his hands moving to his sides as both of their eyes met. Confusion lined her own feline features as she glanced down at her phone. What could she ask ?

Turning her head some was the can fell down, she watched as he knelt down to seek out the can that had escaped. Slipping the phone back into her bra, the female watched for a moment before hearing another can moved down before he took his hand quickly, her mind assuming something had hit him. Peering, she didn’t even really move from the same spot from a few steps before more started to tumble down, causing her to grow weary. Maybe she shouldn’t have helped him- it could be mad and she had just helped that anger bloom more. She wanted to leave but she knew that if she was, that would be a cowards move. They had made the mess together, she would help despite it being his actions to cause this.

Already, some of the cans had begun to fall from the bottom of the machine from where his hand had made the flap get stuck when he grabbed his can. Making a slight face, she looked at the God as he moved to open the can. Ah, really ? Maybe she should just leave the mess to him. Having made a decision, she turned some before something hit her shirt- and face. Surprise lined the cats features as the liquid hit her before she turned but already had the sticky liquid attached to her hair and a sound of annoyance left her lips as she moved out of the streams path.

Another can dropped to the floor, shooting liquid over the Goddess’s ankles and her very expensive shoes. A slight scream of surprise escaped her lips before she moved out of the path as much as possible of the second can. Daggers stared towards Loki- this was his fault. She knew she shouldn’t have helped him but she made a face some, feeling the cold liquid dripping from her hair.

“ I can not believe you got that sticky drink in my hair. “

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Loki just watches it happen, stood with the can in his hand, bubbling and spilling down the side, fizzing liquid trickling down his wrist and into a steady puddle on the floor. It’s the most domestic sight, him stood, trying to sip the foam from his can as he watches it happen, humanly helpless. Should someone attempt to attack, his results could be so fast, perhaps too fast for the average human eye, but right now, he’s dumbfounded. He carries on drinking, as if the sips will make the mess go away. They had people to clean this here right? Servants... or what was the politically correct term over here? Employees?

But then he lifts to glance at her... and she’s absolutely covered in it. He almost chokes on his mouthful, for it’s fizzy and not the most refreshing thing in the world, and his usually somnolent eyes blow wide with surprise. “Oh-” He sets the can down carefully and strides over to her, foolishly misplacing the glare she was giving him, the daggers that pierced straight through his body would be enough to stop any other man in their tracks, but he was no other man, he was loki, and stepping right into the danger zone was his kind of thing.

Her makeup was surprisingly resilient, her hair on the other hand... It was fixable. “Do not fear my lady, just let me-” He’s considerably taller than her, to the point where when he lifts his shirt up, exposing his chest and abdomen, all in the name of cleaning her hair. How generous. Somehow he thinks she won’t feel the same, when he’s dabbing at her face and hair with the end of his shirt, but it’s already too late, and he’s encroached on her personal space in an attempt to amend things.

He’s mid-cleaning/rubbing her damp hair with his shirt when the drink has an effect, and his face scrunches into something unpleasant, eyebrows drawing together in mild concern before he burps. He looks mildly offended, perhaps not as offended as she his, because he doesn’t think he’s every belched (at least not like this) in his very long life. “Goodness me, what is that poison?” He exclaims, and uses it as an excuse to abandon the mess of her hair and stride back over to the can with purpose to read the ingredients.

“Who is Phosphoric? I must speak with him immediately.”

Try me | Loki & Daehyun

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He was almost surprised that his shirt stayed intact. Perhaps there was some part of him still vying to respect their professor - and he didn’t think attacking him and making him hit a bookcase was a form of respect. His classmates gasped as the contents of the bookcase toppled over, covering the floor with century-old dust.

That hit was certainly uncomfortable bordering on pain for the god - maybe if he had hit a demigod, they would have charred clothes and a third degree burn. Smoke billowed from the professor’s coat, he thought with mild amusement. Negative was his form of encouragement, and Daehyun almost scoffed, golden eyes following Loki as he sauntered across the room, the thunder beast jumping from table to table, following the god, before he commanded it to vanish.

“Yes, professor,” Daehyun replied politely at the notion of not hurting his classmates, pointedly looking at his fellow demigods who had pressed themselves into the walls to avoid direct contact from either of them.

Taking a silent breath, he concentrated to summon two small creatures - something that his brother could easily do with three or more. From his palms appeared two thunder beasts, casting a golden glow in the room and within seconds, the bounced across the room, targeting the god’s stomach and chest.

He’s done making it easy for him, because that will get him no where in life. Should the real threat out there wait patiently for him to strike? No. He gives him a devious smile, before leaping up onto one of the tables and stepping across them, taking the same path as the thunder beasts. Although his legs are long it just gets him to the door quicker, but some of the students have pushed the furniture around enough that he could never open the door in time so he just takes it.

One of the beasts strikes him in the back, spreading heat up his spine and causing him to miss his step onto the next desk. His foot cracks it in half with a powerful step, falling momentarily but he’s rolling back onto his feet in an instant. Now he’s pissed, the front of his shirt burns, the fire spreading up to his collar, and he watches it with mild distress, more annoyed than anything as his eyebrows pull together. Well that was a good shirt ruined, he rips it from his body and discards it to the side, dark eyes turning back to the demigod and rolling his shoulders.

“Better.” He admits, kicking some of the tables aside with very little care. He meets his eyes then, dark, sinister, full of a threat he won’t act on, not when he was the one who suggested this. But it doesn’t stop him from morphing, growing into an almighty snake, one that moves with more speed than his human body every would, completely ignoring the thunder beasts - heading straight for Daehyun himself, large teeth extended.

#tryme #arcadiadaehyun

Pitiful | Loki & Hongbin

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A brief frown crossed Hongbin’s face at the greeting. That was one thing he didn’t really want to be known by but he thought better of correcting his teacher. It certainly wasn’t his place to tell his professor what was what and even if it were, Loki was a god and Hongbin was fairly certain the request of a lowly demigod like him would mean less than nothing. So he only nodded a greeting in return, carefully edging closer to what seemed to be the problem.

Hongbin tries not to let anything show on his face as his teacher’s robe flashed him a bit of thigh. Honestly he wasn’t sure if Loki was teasing him for his heritage or just absently flashy in his motions. He was kind of hoping the latter. The way Loki talks makes Hongbin feel funny, mostly because being referred to as anyone’s child feels strange. But he can at least understand the problem. His centuries old professor God couldn’t operate a microwave. It would have been funny to nearly anyone else, but Hongbin only felt sad for him.

Being hungry was awful.

Biting his lip, Hongbin gingerly reached out to take the package of macaroni and cheese from the deity. “I, um, I am…” Assuming that the kitchen in Valhalla was set up the same as those in Olympus, Hongbin went rooting around in the cupboards to find a cup. “You, um, you’ve got to, to open it up and um, take out the sauce package, uh, add,” he swallowed and slowly tore open the package, taking out the cheese sauce packet from inside the plastic cup, “add some water…” Familiar with the instant noodles himself, Hongbin filled the cup with water from the faucet before adding the correct amount to the container and carrying it back to the microwave.

“It, um, it says on the package how l-long you put it in for…” Clearing out the multitude of button presses Loki had attempted with the cancel button, Hongbin set the bowl inside the machine and shut the door. “So, you just press 3 minutes and 30 seconds,” tapping in the cook time, he pressed start after and the machine rumbled to life. “N-now you just, uh, just wait…” He offered a small smile, hoping that the god didn’t think he was being rude by taking over.

#pitiful #arcadiaxhongbin

Loki passes him the macaroni cheese with two hands, carefully, like its going to explode even without the aid of the microwave. He watches him stutter, one carefully groomed eyebrow raised at him with increasing impatience, holding his breath as he waits for him to compose himself. These mortals always had a concoction of problems, but nerves and the such was not something Loki had experienced in centuries. A meaningless conversation in the middle of the night was no mean feat... but this metal contraption was. He follows him around the kitchen, hands folded behind his back, large night robe billowing behind him. Hongbin was rather tall, but he looms over him any way, making sure to watch his every move. Loki loved information, could twist it and use it in ways that he pleased, and he was always watching, always striving to learn more. Right now was no different, he inclines his head over his shoulder, disregarding personal space and what it might do to the poor boy, and stares.

Fascinating, truely, how this stuff could be edible. Perhaps thats why their lifespans were so short, because all they ate was powder and water. His stomach growls audibly from beneath his robe, unsurprisingly not yearning for the disgusting food the young boy was trying to handle. He wanted a feast, with a roast and vegetables stacked to the ceiling. But there was no catering here, and he was left virtually helpless.

He gives him this look, eyebrows reaching up into his hairline, shadowed eyes round with something similar to astonishment. He gives him quick, albeit rough pat on the shoulder, sometimes unaware of his own strength, before sliding gracefully across the floor to press his face to the glass, watching the cup spin around. 2 minutes. He brings his face away from the glass for a moment and gives him a small smile, its crooked, and awkward, not something that should ever be on his face. He rarely shows gratitude, especially not to demigods, and so he doesn’t voice it, but its there.

The microwave dings, and admittedly he jumps back a couple of centimeters in surprise before ripping the door open and shoving his hand inside. It burns, something burns him, but he’s long since reacted to the mild pain of heat. Not like the pain of being electrocuted at a couple hundred volts.

It takes him a moment to locate a utensil he can eat it with, and then hes shoveling it into his mouth, the food is steaming, and so is his lips, but he doesn’t seem to mind, he even tips the cup in his direction, which is the kindess action he’s expressed all week. “Want some?” He tells him, mouth full, manners are for humans who have something to gain, and Loki doesn’t need to worry about that.

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it seems as if loki has made it his personal mission to bone every single student at arcadia. that's a bit disgusting isnt it?

Is anyone really surprised? Loki is deplorable; always has been, always will be. Although it seems like he might not be trying to sleep with Emma-O’s son, at least.

2 down, endless more to go, my limits don’t begin and end with the students.

You’re safe Hyuk

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Apprentice; Taehyung & Loki

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Taehyung didn’t really think of anything when they headed to Loki’s chambers since it isn’t the first time he’d been here. When they entered he made sure to keep his head turned away from a particular creature that always gave him the creeps.

Then he sees Loki taking off his jacket. Taehyung follows suit and hangs his own up, holding his hand out for the god’s but is surprised when he doesn’t stop there. Taehyung’s face flushed and he reached his hands for the bottom hem of his shirt, unsure if he should follow but it his hesitation was too long.

Loki was on him in seconds and his hands came up instinctively to press against the god’s chest, either to push away or to feel his body he wasn’t sure. It all happened too fast for him to register his own intentions. When fingers grasped at at his thighs and ass his body began to buzz in excitement. He closed his eyes and tilted his head down, not sure what to expect.

Then someone cold was pressed into his hands. Dildo? Handcuffs? No. A phone? His phone, he confirmed once he opened his eyes. The heat of Loki’s body was gone and the man was talking again. Artemis. Hera. Pictures.

“Sure, sure.” he breathed. He cleared his throat and nodded. “Artemis, she threatened to kill me once but I’m not sure why since I don’t go after girls? Isn’t that strange?” he babbled uselessly as he fumbled to open his camera app, embarrassment sitting hot in his chest. Only Loki would and could do this to him. And he didn’t necessarily dislike that.

Sometimes Loki forgot that speed was not all of these little demigods forte, although their human lives moved so quickly, their reaction time was slower, and he left Tae looking a little flustered, and before today he hadn’t thought that was even possible. He raises an eyebrow at him slowly, dipping his head to give him a relatively coy glance before getting onto the bed, lying comfortably on silk and plush pillows, arm behind his head, hips tilted at an angle that caught the light, aptly positioned above his bed, that gave a golden glow when it filtrated through the silk drapes.

“It’s probably because she has no endorphins in her body, she’s a miserable witch all the time. I think the little prude wants to put an arrow through every males head, it’s nothing personal.” Perhaps it was, if Taehyung was anything like him, which he was in some ways, Artemis would take an instant dislike.

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Taehyung hummed a bit as the mention of a reward, waggling his eyebrows. He had a good idea of what the god had in mind when it came to a reward. Loki and he had their little moments together. Grinding on each other one night after class, sending explicit sexts, and just their shared looked between there were heated enough to make anyone else in the room with them be uncomfortable.

He let the god lead him away, only glancing back once to see some security people coming to try and control the massive blob. Pride swelled in his chest at the sight and he turned back to Loki with a beam on his face. He started to fix his hair that the god had mussed. Usually anyone else would get a tongue lashing for that but it was different with Loki. He didn’t care.

“What do you have in mind?”

The kid was kind of cute when he was doing something wrong - but not in Loki’s books, his smile was a little wider when someone elses suffering was his pleasure, and he liked that in a person. He carries on leading him towards the building with purpose, up into his room, embers glowing in the fire place and some of the most bizarre creatures mounted on the wall. It was a man cave in every sense of the word, apart from the bedroom, fully furnished, elegant drapes over hanging the bed, not king size, but god sized.

He gets midway into the room when he stops, turns on his heels and sheds his clothes, dropping them until he’s standing with nothing but all his sun-kissed, golden glory, wasting no time in closing the distance between them, lean frame pressing the demigod into the wall with an air of authority, rough fingertips gliding over clothed thighs, before dipping his thumb into his back pocket and giving his ass a squeeze.

He finds what he’s really looking for, retrieving the boys hand phone and placing it firmly into his palm. “Take pictures of me and send them to Artemis.” He tells him matter of factly, already sauntering off to take his position on the bed. “The prude goddess has blocked my number so you’ll have to do it on yours.” He smiles then, long and menacing. “Make that Hera too while you’re at it.”

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Bad For Me | Hyuk & Loki

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Hyuk frowned, tilting his head slightly and sipping his hot chocolate. “Really? You seem alright to me.” At the very least, he did not seem to want anything with him but to annoy his father. That alone was enough to put Loki in his good books. It was just nice for someone to have pure intentions. Well, mostly pure, anyway. “Well, I like you, at any rate.” And maybe he just liked the god because he did not like Emma-O either, but either way, he liked him.

“Loki… Norse god of mischief, right?” He may have only known that because of The Avengers, but whatever. Honestly, he was a little surprised. The man in front of him did not seem all that mischievous. “Considering you’re a god, you seem like you’re a pretty good parent. Alright, at least. No offence, but I don’t think you guys are held to that high a standard.” As far as he could tell, most gods did not really care about their kids at all, so the ones who did at least got brownie points.

Hyuk cringed at Loki’s exclamation, his ears turning red. “You don’t need to say it so loud,” he grumbled, trying not to notice the people who had turned to look at them. It was embarrassing enough to not know how to do something as simple as riding a bike at nineteen; he did not need the whole world to know about it. “What’s the big deal, anyway? Do you know how to ride a bike?” Why would a god know how to ride a bike, anyway? That seemed like a silly skill for Loki to have.

“What?” He blinked up at the god, yelping as he dragged him to his feet and toward the door. “Oh my god, you don’t need to teach me,” he argued, his face heating up. Why did he need to know how to ride a bike, anyway? If he ever needed to go anywhere, he always had more than enough money for a taxi. Or, you know, he could walk.

“I think this is a little unnecessary.” But even though he was complaining, he was smiling. Maybe he did not need to know how to ride a bike, but it was sort of touching that Loki wanted to teach him. He was being much more fatherly than his actual dad, and it was sort of refreshing.

Out of all of arcadia, to be deemed ‘alright’ by someone was a first for Loki, he’s not sure even his own children would label him with a word as kind as that. “Of course I know how to ride a bicycle what do you take me for?” He scoffs as he whisks him out of the cafe and down the street, grip on his wrist unforgiving and not loosening as he made his way away from the entertainment district. “Riding a bike is one of the most basic skills that can set you up for life, once you know how to ride a bicycle-” He pauses, because theres one chained up outside of a shop and he reaches down, snaps the chair between his hands easily, and lifts the bike up under his arm and carries on walking, glancing back at him with an encouraging smile .”-Anything is possible.”

“Unnecessary is my thing.” He tells him, setting the bike down on the grass between two of the buildings and looking him over. He was rather tall, and the bike would be a little cramped for his legs, but it would work. And with that he steps over to him, lifts him up with minimal effort and sits him down on the bike like a child, stabilizing him by holding the back of the seat and the handles. “These are the breaks. These are the pedals. Now you just have to find your center of balance, once you have that, you’ll never lose it.” He tells him, moving to stand behind the bike.

“I won’t let go.” He tells him, gripping the back of his seat, and he’s not lying. He could easily let go, sending him careering down the hill into the pond at the bottom, and if this boy was as... unskilled as he seemed, the poor thing probably couldn’t swim either. But it’s not that easy, because he can sense anything bad Loki would do to him, perhaps even before Loki himself knew what he was about to do, and so he was safe in his hands.

“Onward!” He instructs, a little enthusiastically, giving him a little nudge forward. They were in plain view, and people were probably watching (hopefully Emma-o) but embarrassment was not something that was written in Loki’s book, so he was not concerned about the boy being seen.

#badforme #arcadiaxhyuk

Under the skin | Loki & Artemis