I'll sass your pants off, literally.

Just your average God bent on causing as much mayhem as possible and making the life of a certain metal man living hell. What can I say, I like the simple things in life.

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[snarkfire]

As he stepped out from the limo, reluctantly, Anthony was cheering internally. He had time to actually investigate these lava stones before they left, it would give him enough time to store up as much heat as possible before having to venture out into the snowy mountains.

“About as ready as I am for you to quit it with those damned pet names.” The God growled, stalking passed the mortal and knocking into his shoulder as he went, resisting the urge to tuck his hands under his arms to protect them from the frigid air.  He might have to take some time to temporarily sketch some heating runes into his clothing before they started their little quest tomorrow.

Despite the accord they had, Anthony was still tempted to take at least a little bit of revenge for the liquid ice he’d been blasted with in their last fight. Yes, he was still holding a grudge, it has messed up his internal thermometer so cold was cold.

"Move it, metal man! I’m not waiting around for you to admire the view!” As well versed as he was in dealing with mortals and blending in, he really didn’t want to have to try and convince whatever morons were stood behind the desk to give him his room key before Jarnsmith had checked them in. Stupid Midgardians and their stupid reservation process.

[emeraldarmour]

Loke smirked and slowly walked up to the entrance, letting the chaffeur and the concierge taking his luggage. He watched as the deity strolled ahead, probably toward the welcome desk “No need honeypie, we get the direct route” he said loud enough for the demigod to hear him, but not the stewarts. He had still some self-preservation instict afterall. Incredible, but true.

The genius turned at his left and entered in the enormous lift kept open from the concierge for them. He checked his own appearance in the mirrors of it and waited for the god “We’ve got the suite, which extends on an entire floor, booked” he said conversationally “things as chek-in or check-out are beyond certain prices.” he smirked amused from behind his sunglasses. So Anthony of Asgard was a prince and a god, well– Loke Jarnsmith was going to show how on Earth, he was the one that mattered.

[snarkfire]

Anthony cursed a little as he turned away from the desk, backtracking so that he could catch up with the annoying mortal. "Suite or no suite, keep using those terms and I will give you a makeover in your sleep." He wasn't dim enough to think he could turn the Migardian's hair pink and have it be effective, the guy would flounce around like nothing was wrong until everyone decided he'd meant to do it and go along with it. Neon green skin and orange teeth? Maybe a little trickier to pull off.

Once in the lift Anthony pressed himself back into the corner and finally tucked his hands into his sides, passing it off as casually folding his arms while he waited for the damn thing to take them to their floor and not desperately trying to force some heat into the frozen digits before they dropped off. Jarnball's constant niggling and jibes were fun when he had an outlet for them, by outlet he meant causing havoc, but when the only thing he had were barbed words and glaring.....

If this was how the rest of their trip was going to play out his temper was going to be seriously tested. "Are you going to get this box moving? at this rate it'll be quicker if I took the stairs."

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[snarkfire]

Oh. Oh. Six hours with stones of lava, oh the thought made him want to get to this hotel now.

He reminded himself again that the stones probably wouldn’t be all that hot, it was a massage designed for mortal flesh, after all. Still, he could probably craft a spell to increase the heat for himself but avoid any accidental charring of Midgardian flesh. It wouldn’t be a massive bother to himself, once he had the stones on his skin they’d have done their job, but he had a feeling that bone deep burns like that would put a strain on the tenuous deal he and the tin can had going. Eugh, he was going to have to reign himself in so much to keep this going. Jarnsmith had better pray to whatever he believed in that this truce was worth it, or he was going to have himself a good deal of fun and damn whoever tried to stop him to the frigid mountains of Jotunheim! "Are we going to be busy from the moment we get to this hotel?" The God questioned, he would try to cover up the fact that he was so interested in getting to the spa, but he figured that the prat had worked out he was fascinated anyway, it wasn’t worth his energy trying to keep it secret.

[emeraldarmour]

Loke glanced at the demigod from above his sunglasses, then put on his million dollar show’s smile “Actually, not. We’ll be mostly free, we’ll head to our destination tomorrow. Probably early morning, or something like that.” he shrugged off the last words like it wasn’t a big deal.

He was mildly intrigued yet amused by the deity’s reaction, and started to list them in his mind. If he could keep up with the pleasing part (that seemed mostly about avoiding cold places and keep the attention up), then he wouldn’t risk the fallout of their deal. Just another easy thing in his everyday’s life.

The genius felt the limo stop, and glanced outside to see if it was just yet another red light, or… “Oh, we arrived.” he said, feeling a strange mixture of relief and wariness. Well, it was kinda late now to think about having someone such as the snarky fickle God around 24/7 now, wasn’t it?

Loke waited diligently their driver to open the limo’s door, and as soon as he was out relaxing his shoulders and breathing in the very fresh hair, he clapped his gloved hands together and turned towards the still open door of the limo.

“Well then, ready to get some warm and cosy welcome, sugar star?” he asked, flashing his best smile.

[snarkfire]

As he stepped out from the limo, reluctantly, Anthony was cheering internally. He had time to actually investigate these lava stones before they left, it would give him enough time to store up as much heat as possible before having to venture out into the snowy mountains. "About as ready as I am for you to quit it with those damned pet names." The God growled, stalking passed the mortal and knocking into his shoulder as he went, resisting the urge to tuck his hands under his arms to protect them from the frigid air.  He might have to take some time to temporarily sketch some heating runes into his clothing before they started their little quest tomorrow.

Despite the accord they had, Anthony was still tempted to take at least a little bit of revenge for the liquid ice he'd been blasted with in their last fight. Yes, he was still holding a grudge, it has messed up his internal thermometer so cold was cold.

"Move it, metal man! I'm not waiting around for you to admire the view!" As well versed as he was in dealing with mortals and blending in, he really didn't want to have to try and convince whatever morons were stood behind the desk to give him his room key before Jarnsmith had checked them in. Stupid Midgardians and their stupid reservation process.

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[emeraldarmour]

Loke raised his brow and smirked amused “I am capable of serious conversation. Sometimes. But we’ll have time for that, I guess.” he winked and then glanced out from the limo’s window.

The traffic in Vancouver wasn’t that bad that night, but the road till the Hotel was quite long still.

The genius looked back at the God and folded his hands in his lap “Well lava stones are, as you can imaigne, stones made of lava. There’s this fancy thing, lately, about taking them and shaping them just nice, then heat them up and place it all over one’s body. It’s some kind of heat-induced massage therapy.” Loke tilted his head as he watched Anthony’s reaction closely “And it appears that with the super luxurious suite I’ve constantly booked, there’s an in-built spa on our floor, not far from one of the bedrooms. Besides other amenities, said spa gives this kind of massage for six hours straight. Interesting, isn’t it?”

[snarkfire]

Oh. Oh. Six hours with stones of lava, oh the thought made him want to get to this hotel now. He reminded himself again that the stones probably wouldn't be all that hot, it was a massage designed for mortal flesh, after all. Still, he could probably craft a spell to increase the heat for himself but avoid any accidental charring of Midgardian flesh. It wouldn't be a massive bother to himself, once he had the stones on his skin they'd have done their job, but he had a feeling that bone deep burns like that would put a strain on the tenuous deal he and the tin can had going. Eugh, he was going to have to reign himself in so much to keep this going. Jarnsmith had better pray to whatever he believed in that this truce was worth it, or he was going to have himself a good deal of fun and damn whoever tried to stop him to the frigid mountains of Jotunheim! "Are we going to be busy from the moment we get to this hotel?" The God questioned, he would try to cover up the fact that he was so interested in getting to the spa, but he figured that the prat had worked out he was fascinated anyway, it wasn't worth his energy trying to keep it secret.

[emeraldarmour]

Oh yes, babycakes, I do want a piece… Of that awesome fur cloak.

Also I think spandex suits you quite well. Such 80ies~ very awesome.

[snarkfire]

Get your grimy hands off my cloak. You mortals, always wanting something that’s clearly out of their league.

My outfit is better than anything in your wardrobe, I know you’re green with envy.

[emeraldarmour]

I’ll have you know that my hands are very much clear, thank you very much.

Also ha-ha-ha don’t you have any better joke to say? That was quite old~ Come on babe, I know you can do better.

[snarkfire]

Really? By the norns, I'd hate to see them dirty if they're like that when clean.

Waste perfectly good snark on a rude worm like yourself? Valhalla take me, I'd rather not waste my time.

[emeraldarmour]

Oh yes, babycakes, I do want a piece… Of that awesome fur cloak.

Also I think spandex suits you quite well. Such 80ies~ very awesome.

[snarkfire]

Get your grimy hands off my cloak. You mortals, always wanting something that's clearly out of their league.

My outfit is better than anything in your wardrobe, I know you're green with envy.

[itsfrostironsfault-blog]

"I am the bad one, Distant and cruel one, I am the dream that, Keeps you running down”

[itsfrostironsfault-blog]

(∞)

This kind of serious sketch I did a long time ago for snarkfire (rp roleswap blog about Asgardian!God of Mischief!Tony Stark).

Sketched with pencil, inked with Windsor&Newton’s black indian ink and  W&N brush n°1, blood and time given into colouring with Ph. But besides all, of course I had a great time doing it. Also gotta love sassy Anthony of Asgard, ;)

Inspiration for Anthony’s outfit from a marvel cover of Loki… Now I can’t find the link. But I liked the concept of it very much, so of course I changed it on a more ‘mine’ fashion and… This came out. 

… Please do not repost…

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[snarkfire]

Anthony cautiously stepped over to the open door, feeling the cold bite to the wind that alerted him to his impending doom. He’d rather pay a personal visit to Fury’s office for tea than live in a place like this, with the risk of snow hanging in the air as it did.

Even without it, he wasn’t pleased. It was the wrong time of year in this blasted realm, anywhere that wasn’t a desert or located directly over the equator was cold. For someone like him who thrived on fire, it was a curse.

He waited for a few seconds, glaring at the mortal who was less than bothered by the temperature before practically leaping down the stairs and climbing into the waiting car. The sooner he got away from the elements the better. "One of these days you are going to wake up in a bath of glitter, we’ll see who deserves the name ‘sparkles’ then. Now get in the vehicle and close that door before it turns into an ice box in here!” It was blessedly warm right now, but the open door was leeching heat rapidly.

The things he put himself through for his clients, especially those who were long-standing friends of his. Rhodey had better appreciate this.

[emeraldarmour]

Loke smirked and hopped in the limo promptly “I think I’ve already done that, best Twins Party ever." he said as he reached to close the door of the limo, and turned to face the God once the driver started their trip towards the hotel. He was still amused at the mere thought of that party. Heh.

"So you really don’t like cold, do you?” he asked all of a sudden (like he didn’t knew already that answer, but that was a thing for another time) “But don’t worry. Well, not until tomorrow when we have to reach The Mountain and all— but until then it’s going to be lovely, our hotel will be nice and cosy and all. You know, fireplace, floor heating, triple-glazing with tempered glass, and oh probably a couple of fur blankets. I do have a thing for the complete package when it comes to business travels.” he frowned for a moment, as if he was thinking of something darkly important, and then opened his mouth again “Ever heard of lava stones?”

[snarkfire]

The God snorted, folding his hands under his arms to ward off the linger cold that had seeped in through the open door. One little bit of information he wasn't going to offer was that his tolerance to cold had dropped badly since their litte encounter in Central Park, whatever that cold liquid was it had stripped some of his defences against lower temperatures. It took him all of two seconds to decide a little warming spell was needed to get rid of the chill, and a second longer for heat to spread out from his core, soothing it's way down his arms and legs. He was going to have to make use of these later, that happy little mountain trek didn't sound like fun. "I like cold as much as you like serious conversation, Jarnball." He decided it was a good idea to keep his joy at the sound of all that heat to himself, floor heating, furs... He was starting to wonder if he could send a clone to do the mountain walk while he huddled himself up by the fire. However, the last few words broke his little vow of silence. "Lava stones? Oh you have got to spill the beans on those." Even though he doubted they were anything overly spectacular, if mortals could handle them, they couldn't be that hot. He could still be curious thank you very much.

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[snarkfire]

Anthony snorted as he eyed the cards again, classy, riiiight. You had to be a special kind of ‘dazed’ to think this floral, pink vomit was ‘classy’.

Still, he wasn’t going to complain, too much, if it helped them keep their cover while on this expidition.

Being the refined, elegant God that he was, Anthony certainly didn’t hiss in annoyance at the mention of the possible walk into the hangar. He just hoped there wasn’t as much snow out there as he’d seen on that mountain, he’d blow his cover before they got anywhere by melting everything. "If this is your way of poking the psycho God, I really think you might want to stop. Psycho God doesn’t like it.”

He reluctantly unlocked the harness-belt-thing that he didn’t see the need for, the cards he’d previously been holding now taking up space in on of his pocket dimensions, and stood, glancing out of the window to see just how unpleasant it was going to be. Mortal were such pains in his Godly arse.

[emeraldarmour]

Loke rolled his eyes in amusement behind his sunglasses, and looked away from the window “Well, I think it’s our lucky day then, dearie.” he said, walking toward the jet’s exit.

The young hostess opened the door for them, and Loke inhaled deeply the fresh wind pouring from outside. Yes, it was going to snow soon, and he didn’t minded that at all.

"There’s our limo waiting for us just down those stairs," he said to the God as he descended said stairs quickly, waving to his chaffeur waiting with the black limo’s door open "Get us straight at the Shangri-La, would you?" he asked, and the old man smiled from under his moustache and nodded "Of course, sir. ETA is 15 minutes— traffic permitting, of course." Loke smiled brightly at him and patted his shoulder affectionately as the man walked away, "Awesome! Let’s get started then. Ready to go sparkles?” he turned to look at the God of Mischief, waiting for him to enter the limo first, taking the same position his chaffeur had just seconds before.

[snarkfire]

Anthony cautiously stepped over to the open door, feeling the cold bite to the wind that alerted him to his impending doom. He'd rather pay a personal visit to Fury's office for tea than live in a place like this, with the risk of snow hanging in the air as it did. Even without it, he wasn't pleased. It was the wrong time of year in this blasted realm, anywhere that wasn't a desert or located directly over the equator was cold. For someone like him who thrived on fire, it was a curse.

He waited for a few seconds, glaring at the mortal who was less than bothered by the temperature before practically leaping down the stairs and climbing into the waiting car. The sooner he got away from the elements the better. "One of these days you are going to wake up in a bath of glitter, we'll see who deserves the name 'sparkles' then. Now get in the vehicle and close that door before it turns into an ice box in here!" It was blessedly warm right now, but the open door was leeching heat rapidly.

The things he put himself through for his clients, especially those who were long-standing friends of his. Rhodey had better appreciate this.

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[emeraldarmour]

Loke just shrugged amused “Well, at the moment I probably thought it was… Classy.” he chuckled to himself “Can’t remember much more tho, I was kind of dazed at the moment, let’s say.” he winked, and as he put his sunglasses on, the jet landed on Vancouver’s airport.

The billionaire diligently waited until they were still, and unlocked his safety belt quickly “Well then, we’re arrived finally. If we’re lucky the driver would be right under the stairs waiting for us, if not…” he tilted his head at the demigod, looking intently at his reaction “… We’ll have to walk toward the hangar, but it’s okay— it’s just half a mile or less.” he ended.

Not that his jet couldn’t park inside the hangar, or that he could ask directly for the limo… But somehow seeing the snarky God unsettled by a little cold weatered environment, amused him beyond reasons.

Even if it was probably, maybe, alot risky…

[snarkfire]

Anthony snorted as he eyed the cards again, classy, riiiight. You had to be a special kind of 'dazed' to think this floral, pink vomit was 'classy'. Still, he wasn't going to complain, too much, if it helped them keep their cover while on this expidition.

Being the refined, elegant God that he was, Anthony certainly didn't hiss in annoyance at the mention of the possible walk into the hangar. He just hoped there wasn't as much snow out there as he'd seen on that mountain, he'd blow his cover before they got anywhere by melting everything. "If this is your way of poking the psycho God, I really think you might want to stop. Psycho God doesn't like it."

He reluctantly unlocked the harness-belt-thing that he didn't see the need for, the cards he'd previously been holding now taking up space in on of his pocket dimensions, and stood, glancing out of the window to see just how unpleasant it was going to be. Mortal were such pains in his Godly arse.

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[emeraldarmour]

Loke smirked slightly “Come on, it’s just going to be a bit cold, almost like New York in this very moment” he started to say, as he searched in his jacket’s pockets “and anyway we just have to walk down from the jet into the limo, nothing more. Once at the hotel we’ll even have a private underground parking lot.” he winked at him.

God, he knew that the firey deity was a diva (justlikesomeone), but not that much. He started to have the feeling that he had agreed to a dangerous thing— not only because duh, he was a ‘villain’, but also (and maybe more) because he posed just like a spoiled child.

Damn.

Then the genius found what he was searching for, and smiled as he retrieved a little package from his jacket. "There we go dearie, I prepped something that could be useful during our stay in Vancouver,” he said to Anthony “I tought that since we’re here for a… Business meeting, officially, we need some little things to make it more believable.What do you think about?” he asked, maybe not really interested in the answer, as he unloaded the business card he’d personally designed, and handed them to him.

Nevermind he did it in a possibly drunken haze, and the fake surname he’d sticked to him sounded a bit… Familiar. Still, he couldn’t remember for the life of him where he heard that surname before…

Just in that moment, the jet started its descent toward the airstrip tilting a bit on the left, and the genius didn’t lost time to glance outside briefly, smiling at the little glance of white mountains outside.

Oh boy, Alkali lake was just in the middle of that snowy blanket, and as much as Loke didn’t mind the cold, he wasn’t sure it was the same for his… Demanding guest.

[snarkfire]

Anthony diligently ignored the tin man's jibe about the temperature being similar to New York's. New York was a thriving city with bodies and cars everywhere that kicked out a lot of heat just by themselves, combined with the heat from shops and food stalls it raised the temperature by at least and extra few degrees. As long as there wasn't a harsh wind wanyway. It might not be a wasteland but the God highly doubted that Vancouver was as densely packed as New York. The loss of those few degrees would be more than noticeable to him.

He swiped the little pack from the mortal and blinked at the design that stared back at him for a few moments. His first concern was the name 'Stark', the damned mortal couldn't have figured out his disguise, it was impossible, and if he hadn't then why pick that name? "Pink flowers? Was the choice that limited that you had no choice or did you pick this just to taunt me, Jarnball? And where did 'Tony E. Stark come from?" He purposefully ignored the name 'ShadyTrading' as he actually found that quite hilarious. It was clever, if a little suspect, which probably made it all the more fitting.

Briefly the God looked up from the cards in his hand and followed the mortal's gaze out the window, and then instantly wished he hadn't. He may or may not have been internally weeping at the sight of all that snow. Great. Just great. Not only was he going to to be cold, his clothing was going to be soaked. Oh how he loathed snow.

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[emeraldarmour]

Loke jumped when the God Of Don’tGetMeBoredOrI’llBeVeryRude spoke and hissed when his quite heavy (even if kinda tiny) heel grinded against his hipbone— ouch that was going to be one hell of a bruise. Not that he didn’t had any other bruise already around, heh.

That thought alone made his gloomy moment better (never understimate the power of a good night of gorgeous sex), and he all but looked down at the bored God (was he fidgeting?) and grinned.

“Relax Goldilocks, we’re almost arrived. In fact, I think you’ll need to get properly sat down, else the pressure of the airplane while we’re landing is going to melt the holding bars outside, and no one wants that." he said nonchalantly; and just in that moment the seat belts’s light went on with a beep, so the slightly amused genius proceeded to fasten them even if the God’s feet where in the way.

[snarkfire]

The God grumbled a little before swinging his legs out of the way of the belts the mortal was strapping himself in with. Eugh, Midgardian contraptions were so fiddly. And ugly, can't forget the  ugly part.

He righted himself easily and moved to strap himself into the seat. Reluctantly. Now he was actually faced with landing he didn't want to get out, he'd done a little research and Canada was apparently cold as sin. This tin can might be boring and claustrophobic, but it wasn't fuckking freezing. It already had a one up on the place they were landing at.

"If I start freezing I'm going to turn you into a bonfire, Jarnball." This place had better have the adamantium he needed or  he was going to be left in a foul mood and might have to start another party in Central Park. Hmm, he might have to start another one of those anyway. It'd been fun until the Spandex club jumped in

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[emeraldarmour]

Loke oofed when Anthony delivered oh so kindly his foot over his stomach. So much height for a little one— and for once his brain/mouth filter worked perfectly (maybe helped from his sometimespresent self-preservation instinct).

He chuckled amused, “Woah careful here, buttercup, just give the player a moment to recollect—” he said, as he moved a hand at the holo-screen and the fancy music of Temple of Doom started.  He left any other comment aside as soon as Kate Capshaw appeared on screen singing— oh he may or may not have had an hard crush on her after this movie when he was a kid. But hey, couldn’t help it, she’d been downright gorgeous in that movie.

The genius lost himself in the movie (dropping an amused snicker at the ‘nocturnal activities’ flirt scene), and once the movie was over he didn’t wait for Anthony to drop his other foot over him (one was more than enough, thanks) and made start right away the Last Crusade, not feeling like adding any snarky comments or else.

Even if he liked— no scratch that, he loved Indiana Jones, the third movie had always been some kind of a less happy trip for him. He remembered being a young teen and dream to be able to mend things just like— well that was not the right moment to lose himself in such grim thoughts now, wasn’t it?

[snarkfire]

By the time the last film had ended, Anthony had settled himself further down on the sofa, his head resting against the arm rest and both his feet on the metal man's stomach. Though it was less fun now as the mortal seemed to be lost in his own head and making no move to shift him or complain about it. Now that was no fun at all. "Do I have to sit here and suffer through the credits or are you going to try an amuse me with more of your Midgardian 'classics'?" He teased with a smirk, wriggling his foot just right so the heel of his shoe would ever so slightly grind against the hero's hip bone. So he might have been acting a little rude, sue him! He was locked in a flying tin can and starting to get sugar cravings. He needed to do something to keep himself from fidgeting.

[emeraldarmour]

I think I see a pattern here…

[snarkfire]

What can I say? I just have excellent taste, both in cars and desserts.

[emeraldarmour]

Oh, is that so~ that could have been useful to know the first time you went here tho

[snarkfire]

If you’d payed the slightest ounce of attention you would have noticed. Weren’t you meant to be a genius, Janrball?

[emeraldarmour]

Oh, right, my bad.

I was too busy trying to fight against creepy ass aliens, should’ve paid more attention to the dramadiva God above cackling.

[snarkfire]

Blah blah save the world, blah blah you’re a giant goody-two-shoes, should I have paid attention to anything in that sentence?

[emeraldarmour]

Mmmhpfh, of course not. It’s okay buttercup, I won’t judge you, no one is perfect~

[snarkfire]

And you couldn't be a better front man of that little tid bit, tin man. A statement and example, how well planned.

[emeraldarmour]

I think I see a pattern here…

[snarkfire]

What can I say? I just have excellent taste, both in cars and desserts.

[emeraldarmour]

Oh, is that so~ that could have been useful to know the first time you went here tho

[snarkfire]

If you’d payed the slightest ounce of attention you would have noticed. Weren’t you meant to be a genius, Janrball?

[emeraldarmour]

Oh, right, my bad.

I was too busy trying to fight against creepy ass aliens, should’ve paid more attention to the dramadiva God above cackling.

[snarkfire]

Blah blah save the world, blah blah you're a giant goody-two-shoes, should I have paid attention to anything in that sentence?

[emeraldarmour]

I think I see a pattern here…

[snarkfire]

What can I say? I just have excellent taste, both in cars and desserts.

[emeraldarmour]

Oh, is that so~ that could have been useful to know the first time you went here tho

[snarkfire]

If you'd payed the slightest ounce of attention you would have noticed. Weren't you meant to be a genius, Janrball?

[emeraldarmour]

I think I see a pattern here…

[snarkfire]

What can I say? I just have excellent taste, both in cars and desserts.

[emeraldarmour]

Holiday on Fire

[emeraldarmour]

Loke chuckled amused, “Oh dear, and Sigyn thinks I have always bad ideas—” he trailed off, glancing at the dangerous deity comfortably sprawled near him. Right. He’s still the worst.

“Now let’s hush honeypie, it’s gonna start and don’t be worried, it’ll be awesome.” he said, and as the movie started with the indistinguishable back of Indiana walking into the jungle.

He lost himself as he watched the movie: it was quite the time since he made all the Avengers have a proper Indiana Jones marathon at their usual movie night (it Started with Steve hoping they would bond, then swiftly turned from Loke and Clint in ‘let’s be lazy all together’ night), so he remembered to look back at Anthony when the movie was about to finish, the Ark being carefully placed and hid in the gigantic warehouse.

[snarkfire]

When the movie ended Anthony was rather surprised to find that he hadn't actually found it terrible. He'd been expecting something to get lost in translation and for the whole thing to be an experiment gone wrong, not for it to actually be... Interesting. He stared at the screen as the credits started to roll and slowly turned his head to look at the mortal, waiting. Well, if waiting counted as a split second anyway. Lifting his foor from the sofa the God firmly (or at least what a mortal would consider firmly) thumped the iron idiot in the stomach and nodded at the screen. "You said there were three films not one." Can't let on too much that he actually wanted to see more. Jeez, that would give the Midgardian far too much of a reason to be annoyingly smug.