#alexi;loki;thread

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@kvikrindi

locating loki only takes a few moments. he steps into the house, listens for the sounds of LIFE-- breathing, heart-beat, etc. and heads to where he hears them. he pauses in the doorway of the room and lightly knocks on the door frame, a bit of politeness rarely offered. he’s sure it’s unnecessary, that loki knows he’s standing there, but when you want something from someone, it’s generally better to be polite about it.

he’s had time to think about what he wants to say, though he’s not happy to be saying any of it. “you were a hunter, right? before they caught you?” that’s the rumor anyway and he doubts it’s far from the truth. “i...” a pause. the next words taste vile and he hasn’t even said them yet. his jaw clenches for a moment before he can force them out. “i need your help.”

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@kvikrindi​ continued from { x }

              HOWEVER  LONG  THIS  GOES  ON   //   HE  SHAN'T  GET  USED  TO  IT.  the  feel  of  teeth  buried  in  flesh  now  LITTERED  with  scars  or  the  touch  of  a  vampire  shall  earn  the  same  reflexes  from  him.  hands  move  to  grasp  a  pale  throat  and  loki’s  own  spring  to  grasp  offending  ones ;  grip  enough  to  hold  them  still     (   if  only  for  moments  before ,  as  he  KNOWS ,  alexi  will  pull  them  free   ).     he  does  not  speak ,  but  there  is  no  need.  both  know  his  meaning  by  now.

              there’s something almost amusing in the way the other never seems to stop RESISTING. as though he thinks the end result won’t be the same now as it is every other time. ( he won’t admit it, but he admires that sort of stubbornness. few are that brave in the face of a vampire. or maybe loki is just STUPID. )  he holds the other’s gaze for a long moment without comment before he pulls one hand free, fingers reaching to wrap around his throat. the other hand twists, until he can grasp loki’s wrist and pin his arm to his side. “it would be easier if you stopped doing this.”

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@selfsaving​ continued from { x }

              THE  USUAL  RITUAL  ——  FANGS  THROUGH  FLESH  for  drink  to  be  taken.  and  usually  it  would  end  there   //   but  perhaps  loki’s  just  been  a  little  STILLER  this  time ;  a  little  quieter.  something  that  receives  extra  attention  because  although  teeth  withdraw ,  mouth  does  not.  the  space  between  them  not  increasing  as  lips  press  back  against  newly - pierced  flesh.  and  it  catches  loki  off - guard ,  a  quick  gasp  STIFLED  before  it  becomes  audible.  hand  raises  automatically  ——  grips  onto  alexi’s  collar  with  force  intending  to  push  him  away.  but ,  somehow ,  the  action  does  not  come.  fingers  tighten  on  fabric  yet  go  no  further.  remain  there  but  ALLOW  THE  ACTION.  and  cannot  hide  the  way  eyes  slide  half - shut   //   how  back  arches  just  SLIGHTLY  forwards.  maybe ,  in  some  way , enjoying  the  touch.

        impulse and curiosity drive the action, neither of which are typical of the vampire. but nothing about this arrangement is typical and perhaps this is something that can make the once-hunter, once-god more COOPERATIVE. the effects? surprising--- perhaps to them both? and he wonders what  more may be permitted. voice remains silent, unwilling to break whatever spell has been cast to garner this response, but lips move-- slowly, from neck to jaw, to somewhere less THREATENING to see what may result, and press gently, far more than one might assume the vampire capable.

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@selfsaving continued from { x }

              THE  HOUSE  IS  LARGE  ENOUGH ,  AND  WITS  STILL  SHARP  ENOUGH  that  sometimes  it  can  be  DAYS  loki  evades  the  vampire  seeking  to  breakfast  on  his  blood.  shadowed  in  dark  corners   //   disappeared  among  tall  bookshelves  ——  but  even  those  long  days  must  end  and  usually  ends  only  in  alexi  being  all  the  more  monstrous.  advantage  of  avoiding  this  moment  outweighed  in  force  that  pushes  him  to  the  ground ,  pins  arms  beside  him  as  fangs  drive  without  MERCY  into  pale  neck.  hungry  for  what  lies  beneath.

                        HE  STRUGGLES  AT  FIRST   !     of  course   //   as  always.  ichor  of  a  GOD  not  fit  for  mortal  creatures.  but  writhing  soon  ceases  as  it’s  sucked  out  of  him ,  more   &   more   &   more  until  body  lies  still  beneath  the  other.  angry  curses  turned  to  nothing  but  pitiful  MOANS  as  everything  turns  to  soft ,  grey  fuzz  around  him.     “   alexi  …  i  beseech  you  …   ”     voice  comes  hoarse   //   silver  tongue  feeling  thick  inside  his  mouth.  a  hand  moves  to  alexi’s  arm  ——  some  PLEA  for  this  to  end.     “   drink  any  more  and  you  may  drain  me  dry.   ”

                    there are FEW things alexi values more than CONTROL, which is why he’s ill-suited to vampirism. because he loses control of  h i m s e l f  when he’s gone too long without BLOOD. and he’s usually more on top of this-- burning through humans, sure, but staying well-fed. but loki? loki likes to make things difficult and these games of hide-and-seek are only getting riskier.

                    he nearly doesn’t hear the words, but when they sink in, part of him thinks GOOD-- it will mean an end this dance they’re doing. but the more rational part of him, the part that prefers to be in charge thinks stop, because it’s a WASTE to kill him now. it takes a moment for his wiser self to regain control of the situation, but  e v e n t u a l l y  he withdraws. he stares at the so-called god beneath him, slight frown in place. “we need a better arrangement.” because this? isn’t working for EITHER of them, really.

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@mischixvous continued from { x }:

it’s a perfectly normal day for the two of them, or at least it SHOULD be. it should just be a routine raid. the people are vastly under-prepared for them as always. they’re working through the lot of them as always. and then suddenly things are different and alexi is not a fan.

loki is quick to get them both to the ground, which alexi would be more appreciative of if his boyfriend had been just slightly quicker. still, he’s gotta admire the ease and calm with which loki handles their sudden change in routine. he’s a bit to annoyed to be able to handle things right now.

not to mention, a little in PAIN. not too bad though. not enough for him to give loki anything less than a nod in answer to his question. “yeah. just... grazed,” he answers, hand covering his bleeding arm. (deeply grazed. is that a thing? the bullet’s not lodged in his arm or anything, the gash is just... not small.) “you?”

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{ @mischixvous }

It’s with a smirk on his lips that Alexi looks over at Loki. There are corpses at their feet, but that’s hardly anything new at this point. “Have I told you how good you look covered in someone else’s blood?” The answer? Yes, yes he has. But it’s been a little while, at least, and he figures it’s always good to remind the other just how much he enjoys it.

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{ mischixvous }

Alexi wasn’t the type of vampire to burn through his toys. It was impractical and he’d always been fond of efficiency. Still, humans weren’t built to be FED FROM  for long, so it was inevitable that he would have to buy a new one. Annoying, but still necessary. It was far more convenient to keep food in the house than it was to hunt.

              The auction house was crowded, but there was               a certain PRIVILEGE which came from being               Eleanor’s son and respected in his own right,               so he was quickly escorted to the front of the               room, giving himself an advantageous view               of the  S T A G E . Perfect.

He watched with little interest as a number of humans were paraded before the vampires. Other vampires placed bids, but none of them held any appeal for Alexi.                              { After all, if he was going to pay for food, he had a right to be picky. }

                                                       When the man was shoved onto the stage,                                                        Alexi’s lips quirked into a smile. Now, this                                                        one seemed like he might be worth it. And                                                        when the auctioneer mentioned that he’d                                                        been a HUNTER, his fate was sealed, as                                                       far as Alexi was concerned. There were                                                       murmurs from other vampires, disgruntled                                                       cries of hate. Alexi chose to ignore them                                                       and called out a high bid, far more than the                                                       other was likely even worth. But a slayer?

                    { Well, if anyone was STRONG ENOUGH to last a while....                                              wouldn’t it be a slayer? }

[malevolentmagic]

"Are you going to shoot me?"

{ mischixvous }

“Maybe. What happens if I do? Cana gun even kill a god? Or will youjust get back up, like nothing happened?”