they're quite as they come up behind him, wrapping their arms around his waist and nuzzling their face into his shoulder. or, well, mostly just hiding their face there. letting out a small half sigh half whine that definitely reads as ' i would like your attention now but i really don't want to ask for it '.
"Hey," he says when they make contact, and even though they can't see it because of their buried face, it's clear he's grinning in amusement. His arms move to lie over theirs, pulling them in even tighter against himself as he turns his head slightly to try and get some sort of look at them.
"I take it your productivity for the day is out the window? I'm afraid I'm stuck here because Ravonna might just murder me if I don't finish this case file before I leave. But I think I've got a spare five or thirty minutes right now to devote to my goddess."
His eyes sweep toward the now-closed door before he chuckles softly. "You locked that, right?"
all she ever wanted was to have a life - a life worth living, that was fulfilling, and that had endless possibilities because she was free. no one could say she didn't give it a good ole try, and no one could say she wasn't happy. the problem with life is that it's not just 100% happiness all the time no matter what you try to do, there will always be bumps in the road, and one of the biggest ones for sylvie is . . .
well, unresolved trauma. a thousand fucking years of unresolved trauma.
maybe in the beginning she'd say that she didn't have that, that with he who remains death and even the fight after she finally had the clarity to be a mentally healthy person, but it took . . . not long to realize she was more fucked than she realized. might have even snapped at a few people and had some pretty awful dreams. she even started therapy (though that was weird...how do you explain to a therapist, in the 80s, that you're not human? she quit after two sessions).
it wasn't just her past trauma that bothered her, though. it was the knowledge that loki was just . . . up there somewhere, holding onto the multiverse, alone. no one to talk to or pester or be around. here sylvie was with the entirety of the multiverse at her figurative fingertips, she could go anywhere, and she was stalling out because loki LITERALLY had the multiverse in their hands and was without family or friends.
it took a lot of thought and practice. turns out the citadel was not the large, multi-roomed castle at the end of time like once before. the first time she opened a door and stuck her head through sylvie realized she would have been floating in space had she simply walked through. she tried multiple options, until one became the most practical: there was a circle of ground around loki's throne that she could exit onto if she was incredibly careful.
goddess or not the last thing she wanted was to not be standing on solid ground.
loki would be pissed, she was sure, but whatever. apologize later, never ask for permission. sylvie stood in her apartment, completely ready, though her heart ached a little bit. for a while she'd been determined to never try and reach out and talk to them, so actually taking the leap was anxiety inducing all on its own. like the hint of the old life she'd been glad to be away from, beckoning to try to get her back.
but it was LOKI. so with a sigh she pressed the button, stepped through dressed in her leathers, and into the space near them on the platform next to their throne. it was eerie, how quiet it was, and the faint green glow that came off each timeline was so familiar it felt . . . comfortable. like if she touched a branch, she'd also be in tune with the entirety of that universe. focus, sylvie.
there was a little bit of ducking involved, and maneuvering, but sylvie made it around the throne and into loki's view. she found herself in a good standing position right in front of them and locked eyes.
" you must be very bored up here all by your lonesome, hm? "
shaken hands creak from the strain upon them in fists made of stress, the sorcerer sitting on the bedside and leaning over a previously-fallen trickster. mismatched eyes gleamed with magicks as he siphoned energy from himself, and into loki with a light sheen of sweat over his brow in exertion. for as much as he loathed to admit..
" i don't care if you're a bastard, just wake up.. " he whispered to a seemingly-unconscious silver tongue, his magicks stopping once it appeared death released her immediate interest.
'tis been quite some time that the goddess remained in slumber, regaining lost strength.. and who else would she wake to find but a YOUNG TRICKSTER, already grinning with what looks to be anticipation. " mm.. i don't like that look on your face. "
@iorast sent: “ are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you actually gonna kiss me? ” for fandral :3c ( this is a very old meme I just miss him hckhc )
Fandral couldn’t help but to smirk at their words. “And what if I just enjoy the view?” he teased. “I could get into serious trouble. After all, one shouldn’t touch such beautiful, priceless art without the appropriate precautions. I’d hate to ruin such beauty.”
@iorast sent in: ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare .
america and loki’s relationship was complicated, to say the least. there were moments, so many moments, where she’d kick them clear into the atmosphere for some lie or scheme. right now, though, she’d do the same to anyone simply for asking them a menial question. she knew she wasn’t really comforting, but she was strong and about as protective as it came. she blamed her puerto rican roots, but it was much more her history of losing family completely. she also knew they had a complicated history with their own family, which lead to her almost crushing their body against hers. she really didn’t have many words, just an over the top urge to protect them from an imaginary enemy she couldn’t see nor fight.
