oh such grace oh such beauty
so precious suspicious and charming and vicious
oh darling you're a million ways to be cruel
you're a million ways to be cruel
who cooks normally?: Bruce because Loki does NOT BOTHER HIMSELF WITH MEAGER TASKS SUCH AS COOKING. Sometimes he makes Bruce tea tho.
how often do they fight?: Often
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Nothing different then what they do normally.
nicknames for each other?: Loki calls Bruce "Banner" most of the time, and I don't think Bruce really has any nicknames for Loki
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Bruce.
who steals the covers at night?: Loki
what would they get each other for gifts?: I don't think they'd get each other gifts. I mean, Bruce buys Loki McDonald's fries, and Loki returns the favor with exceptional blowjobs, does that count?
who kissed who first?: Loki kissed Bruce for funsies
who made the first move?: Loki
who remembers things?: Bruce probably Loki doesn't care enough unless it has something that can benefit him.
who started the relationship?: It isn't really a "relationship". They have sex sometimes and Loki thinks that Bruce is the only one intelligent enough to speak to him. And Bruce just gives zero fucks and that's basically it.
who cusses more?: I don't think either of them cuss very much.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Probably not even give two shits. I mean Loki's the villain so he probably would be THE ONE WHO HURT BRUCE IN THE FIRST PLACE and Bruce probably would've hurt Loki when he hulks out and puts him in his p l a c e
You: Loki was bored of studying sorcery and magic. There were no one to hang out with, since his exercise freak brother Thor is hanging out with his 'friends'. He wondered about about this another dimension called Midgard, therefore the adolescent demi-god made an impulsive trip to Earth. He hid himself in shadows of dark alleys and watched people day and night. So far there was nothing fun other than robbery and murder he saw.
Stranger: (Would you prefer young!Bruce or regular Bruce, professory Bruce? xD)
You: (hmmm i think any of them can fit in here... go for your guts:D)
Stranger: (Kay. Older Bruce it is. <3)
Stranger: (Angst and all. xD)
You: (older as in his age from Avengers?)
Stranger: (Yep.)
You: (okay :D)
Stranger: -since the incident, he has kept to himself- -has thought about leaving the city- -but it's still his home- -and while he feels incredibly lonely at times, at least he knows this place- -manages his condition- -and has gone back to teaching- -busy with his research otherwise- -but sometimes, he allows himself to have an evening out- -like tonight- -even if it means just a cup of coffee in a small coffee shop with a large book about radiation in front of him and glasses on his nose-
You: Watching violence and gore of the backstreet was boring the little god of chaos out. He needed to see something more fun, more dark and... that was Loki saw Bruce who reeked of anger and conflict. Although Loki could not read minds, he sensory of depicting emotions was very sensitive. Feeling like a lured predator, he jumped out of shadow and tugged the shabby clothes.
"You are a funny one."
The deep viridian eyes gleamed.
Stranger: -looks up- -eyebrows raised in surprise, that he was being spoken to- -not sure, what he should make of the boy in front of him- -blinks slowly- ...I'm glad, I seem to amuse you. -says politely- May I help you?
You: "May you help me? Of course you can."
Loki sat on same table as Bruce and just stared at him. All these rage vibing off from the seemingly gentleman entertained Loki more than anything. His mind was drawing a bloody battle scene with Bruce's emotions that he was feeling through skins. It was quite awesome thrill, full of hot and explosive motions.
Stranger: -shifts his book a little to give him some room- -not quite sure, if the other is taking his course- -or why he would come talk to him- -tilts his head slightly- I'm sorry. I'm afraid, I don't know all of my students yet. Are you taking my lecture?
You: Lecture? Ah so this man was an educator. This would be fun - to pretend that he was one of Bruce's student and follow him around. Loki just wanted to stick with Bruce and absorb those fiery fume underneath the calm exterior.
"Yes, I am indeed - sir"
That's how the younger humans call the older, isn't it?
Stranger: -his expression softens a little- Again, my apologies. It only been a month. There are a lot of faces. -offers him his hand- What's your name?
You: Loki needed to think of his Midgardian name to make his fake identity more plausible, but he better answer fast.
"Thomas, Dr...?"
Now it was his turn to get to know this man.
Stranger: (I see, what you did there~ xP)
You: (;D)
Stranger: -smiles slightly at him- Banner. Dr Bruce Banner. I take it, you haven't been to /many/ lectures yet, Thomas. -looks a bit amused- -knows, how students are these days- -and he just hopes, he will manage to make it interesting for all of them throughout the year- Did you need the notes for the topics, you missed?
You: Loki ran his hand through his sleek black hair and thought of a good way to stay close with this guy. Yes, he missed a lot of lectures, and got no place to stay, yes yes so...
"Well, I have been having hard time adjusting to this new education system. I tried to flat but has no place to stay. So if you are so kind, may I stay at your place and you can fill me up with stuffs I missed, hm?"
Stranger: -pauses- -now, that was an odd request- -and he really didn't want to put the kid in danger- ...I don't think, that would be very appropriate, Thomas. I'm sorry. But I can make a few calls and see, if I can find a place for you to stay. -his kind heart had already warmed to him though- -his expression softens- Where are you staying right now?
You: He knew that one wouldn't work at one go, but seems like the lie touched this man's softer side. Now this was getting very interesting - he wanted to find out how many layers of kindness Bruce was using as covers for his relentless anger.
"Oh, well now I have no where to stay. Got kicked out yesterday because of my stupid roommate. I have no parents because... well they are in better place."
Half of what he said was true because his parents WERE in better place, such as Asgard, the dimension that can't be compared to this filth hole Midgard.
Stranger: -the young man's words reduce Bruce to a puddle of empathy- -it's already late- -too late to call someone and see, if there's a space in some student home- -sighs- Alright, you're coming with me. -hopes, he can handle one night- Tomorrow, we'll find you something better.
You: His grin hung from ear to ear for getting a new toy himself.
"Thank you, Dr Banner."
Yes, thank you very much. Although Loki haven't mastered mind manipulation, he could look into people's dreams. His spine shivered in excitement and couldn't wait to invade Bruce's inner conscience tonight.
Stranger: You're welcome, Thomas. Is there anything, you need to pick up from your friend? -asks at the lack of bags-
You: Ah right. Loki forgot how these people relied on carrying stuff rather than summoning it. He juggled through his memory and remembered what those robbers he eavesdropped from the alley. They said about ransom and putting money in...
"Yeah it's in the train station locker. I will go and get it, wait here."
With his lanky leg, Loki sprinted out of the cafe.
Stranger: -his eyebrows shoot up, as the other runs off- -not quite sure, what to make of him- -but the kid seems already- -and he obviously needs help- -takes a deep breath- -and finishes his coffee- -keeping a tight grip on the Other Guy-
You: Loki didn't run far, in fact, he was just around the corner and sat on the bus station. He gazed at big sports bag that football jocky was carrying and looked at all these young people's fashions. After seeing all he needed to weave with his material manipulation, he crept back the alley he used to stay for the past few weeks and walked out with a blue nike bag filled with clothes.
"Ready to go?"
Rather than going back into the cafe, he knocked on the glass separating him and Bruce and mouthed his words.
Stranger: -has to chuckle- -really didn't expect his day to go this way- -pays for the coffee- -and takes his book- -coming outside- It's not far from here. -starts walking with him-
You: Loki didn't realise the man to be slightly shorter than him. It was not his interest to ask personal questions, so they walked in silence. Loki really didn't mind when they arrived at old and cheap looking apartment - he could figure out Bruce's lifestyle by judging at his clothes.
"Nice place."
A little white lie can't hurt.
Stranger: -gives him a smile- -appreciates the effort- No, it's not. But it has to do for now. And to be honest, I spent most of my money on my studies. -or trying to help out others, but he wouldn't mention that- I can pull out the couch for you. Are you hungry?
You: In fact, he was fine despite of not paying anything while his time in this dimension. Obviously he couldn't produce food, but he always could sneak some from restaurant by /working/ as a waiter for a minute. Nevertheless, he wanted to see what this guy had to offer.
"A bit, yeah. But don't worry about it."
Stranger: No, it's fine. I should cook more often. -forgets to eat sometimes- Make yourself at home. Bathroom is over there. My bedroom is to the other side, if you need anything. -walks into the small kitchen- -and starts pulling out things for a simple curry-
You: Feeling quite content with Bruce, the angry vibe generator, being few meters away from him, Loki photosynthesised and grew his violent imagination bigger. It took 30 minutes when he felt hungry for more negativity, but there was no other way to subtly get close to Bruce.
Stranger: -fills two bowls with a mix of rice and chicken and curry- -hand the boy one of them- -and then grins slightly- I hope, it's edible. -isn't a bad cook- -just doesn't have the motivation to cook often, when he's all alone-
You: When the bowl was handed from Bruce to Loki, their hands contacted each other briefly. However, Loki felt the most intense electricity flowing in though their fingertips, the strongest stimulation rather than just being near at him.
"...oh yeah, Thank you."
He realised how shocked his expression must have looked like, and hid it before Bruce found it strange.
Stranger: -brushes it off without thinking further about it- -and sits down- -starting to eat- Where are you from? -because from the way Loki talks, he finds it obvious, that the boy wasn't born here-
You: "I thought you could tell by my English accent."
Loki replied with spoonful of curry in his mouth. The stuff wasn't half bad, but he didn't like it so much. Volstagg would have emptied the bowl if that fatso was here.
Stranger: Something tells me, you're not from England though. -because with all the trouble of being an international student, he doubts, that the other would have no contact person to turn to-
You: (i will be back)
Stranger: (Kay. ^^)
You: (back)
Stranger: (<3)
You: "Well, I was born in England. So technically I am from there but grew up at New York."
Work your silver tongue through, Loki...
Stranger: Ah. -has no reason not to believe him- Would you like dessert? I don't have much here, but I think, there's icecream in the freezer, if you like some. -the other is a little thin for his taste- -and it's just like Bruce to take in strays and pamper them-
You: Mention of ice always made Loki happy, even though he exactly didn't know why. Loved winter, anything cold suited him and Thor once told that Loki was the one to hug in hot summer because of his cool skin.
"Yes please, if you don't mind."
Although Loki had no idea why ice could be a cream, it sounded like worth a try.
Stranger: -nods with a smile- -and takes the bowls to the sink- -fills him a clean one with strawberry ice cream and gives it to him before turning to wash the dishes-
Stranger: There you go.
You: That. Was the weirdest thing Loki have ever seen in this world. This was not his beautiful, shiny and transparent ice. This was some kind of pink slob that smelt like strawberry. He dared to try a spoon and found out it was worth it.
"It's good."
He blurted out the comment without caring how weird he sounded. Who compliments on a bowl of ice cream?
Stranger: -laughs quietly at that- You look like you've never tasted ice cream before.
You: Loki froze a bit at how reckless he was being, but put on an innocent smile at Bruce.
"It's been a while since I had any luxury of dessert."
He still remembered his role as a financially poor student with no home.
Stranger: -his eyes soften- Of course. Sorry. -eyes him warmly- Enjoy. -really has to stop getting so attached- -but with the sparse human contact he lets himself has, he is absolutely starved for it-
You: Bruce's sympathetic gaze was another intriguing factor to Loki. He made the same eyes as Odin or Frigga whenever Loki asked them about whether he can become the heir of throne, and he hated it. Why were they looking at Loki as if he was in some kind of unfortunate or lesser of a statement than he already was? Was this human thinking him as someone who needs to be cooed like a helpless infant as well?
"Don't be sorry."
Loki needed to cut his complicated emotions away and have something else to focus on. Yes, give me your anger Bruce.
"We haven't introduced each other properly. Hello, I am Thomas Hiddleston."
He stretched his hand out for a hand shake - for more intimate contact and better stimuli.
Stranger: Nobody deserves to be alone. -gently- That's all I mean. I...It wasn't supposed to sound patronising. -shakes his hand- -and gives him a slightly crooked smile- My people skills are a little...rusty, you might say.
You: (is it me or do i see Castiel here? XD)
Grasping Bruce's hand fully was better than what Loki was expecting. Let's just say a whoosh of volcanic ash swept over and left him dazed for a while. This was superior than any kind of drugs, but something else started to mix through the anger. A warm and tingly lava sort sensation. Loki could not tell if it was coming from Bruce or himself.
"No problem. Say, I like to stay here you know. You don't have to look for other places for me to stay. I will do dishes and pay you rent."
With fake money of course. He knew those words were a bit out of blue, but Loki could not afford to lose such game that he found. This was very addicting.
Stranger: (-winks- You caught me. xD)
-blinks in surprise- -and then shakes his head- I'm sorry, Thomas. I don't think, that's a good idea. You're my student.
You: Odindamn it. He was too hasty about this. He certainly did not want to lose the freshly caught prey, but pushing further would not do any better in this situation. Unless. Oh yes, unless no other place could take the homeless student. Shape shifting his vocal cord was the most basic skill in transformation and he knew how to use that tomorrow.
"Oh okay. You seem like a good guy... It's not like I was going to be teacher's pet. I like fair games too, you know."
Yeah, pffffffft fair games.
Stranger: -clears his throat- Thomas, it's not exactly a secret at the uni, that I'm gay, so...no, not a good idea. Not for you, looking like you want to score some extra points. Nor for me, seemingly taking advantage of a student. Nor for your life in general. You need a proper place to live. We will find you one in the morning,
You: Oh now that was something knew. This human prefers males, hm? Loki really didn't care much about gender identity when himself is quite 'fluid'. He wasn't the individual to judge who likes who when his first crush was a magnificent looking stallion.
"Dr Banner, I don't give a much care about a person's sexuality and no one knows me at college, hence no one would want to visit me or whatsoever. I really don't mind wherever I live. But if you insist so..."
He smiled at worried looking doctor with a shrug.
Stranger: -rubs a hand over his eyes- We'll see about it in the morning- -can't tell him the other reason- -the tiny problem, that he turns into a giant rage monster- -and that it's better, if he's alone- I'll get you some sheets for the couch. -gets up-
You: Oh we shall see in the morning when I intercept into those calls and say no to you.
"Thank you."
Smiling was the best thing to do when you have nothing else to say but think about so many things you can do. Sleep, doctor and let me see your dreams.
Stranger: You're welcome. -gently- -pulls the couch out for him- -and sets it up to be comfortable- -before going to sleep himself- -leaving the door to his bedroom open just a crack in case the other needs something-
You: Loki kept his eyes open till Bruce was completely gone. He gathered his mental image and broke into the other man's dream. Let's see what this man's conscious is made off...
Stranger: -has tried everything to keep himself from dreaming- -but still does- -and again, he is turning in those dreams- -killing and destroying as the Hulk- -till he is bathed and blood- -and left utterly human- -and it's not so much rage but suffocating fear, that has him in his grip-
You: So the green monster was the source of fury and this calm looking man was the vessel. Such dangerous monster in fragile cage. Loki wanted to see what it would feel like to touch the core of anger and experience the ultimate ecstasy and gore trip. As he stretched his hand toward the Hulk, their eyes met. Without any hesitation, the gargantuan fingers grabbed Loki's legs and thrashed him up and down on the ground. The demi-god have never felt so much pain in his life.
"Puny."
Hulk threw Loki out of Bruce dream and his mental image came back to the physical body.
"AGHHHHHHHHH"
He woke up with immense pain on his body and screamed in agony.
Stranger: -awakes abruptly- -didn't transform- -but can't remember the dream either- -just hears Loki screaming- -runs over to him- -not that intimidating anymore as a middle-aged man with ruffled hair and just in a pair of boxershorts- -glasses slightly crooked on his nose- Thomas. -touches his shoulder- Are you alright?
You: Bruce touching his shoulder made the pain worse, but he didn't want to shake it off.
"Yeah, I am fine. Just... Just a nasty dream, that's all."
Loki gasped and huffed while his body twitched with the aftermath of being smashed on the ground and the negative energy that Bruce was sending through their physical contact. It was foolish of him to drink a bottle of vodka straight, rather than dividing them into shots.
Stranger: You look awful. -mutters- I'll get you a glass of water. -brings him one- -and then sits down on the edge of the couch- -watching him with worry-
You: He never felt this scared in his life. How can a gentleman like Bruce could have such fucking personification of menace in him?
"Really, I am fine. Thank you for all this."
Loki downed the water in one go and slowed his breath down. He still could feel the cold sweat on his back.
Stranger: -reaches out- -and rest a warm hand on his head- -gently trying to offer him some kindness-
You: Loki was about to flinch at touch, but this was quite different. He could not trace the wrath that he used to enjoy, but it was rather soft and comforting. Bruce had those eyes again, just like when Odin pat him on his head, but Loki liked Bruce's touch unlike the allfather's.
"You are... too kind."
Those words just slipped out from his tongue that was built for lying, not spitting out inner most true feelings.
Stranger: -his gaze softens at the words- I don't want you to be scared. And you look absolutely terrified, Thomas. -doesn't ask, what he dreamt about- -it's too personal-
You: The humane comfort and genuine sweetness flooded into Loki's ever cold heart. He used to seek for thrill and destructive sensation, and that was all he wanted to distract himself from useless sympathy that his parents gave him. Thor was better because the simpleton was full of adrenalin, but that was it. He never felt such secure emotions till now - it was all too new but possibly exactly what he wanted in his wavering adolescent life. He desired for more of this. More, just some more... With instinctive jolt, he stood up and kissed Bruce on the lips.
[There could be part two if I am lucky to meet the same person again XD]
For as long as he can remember, he’s liked to watch.
It’s in his nature, he supposes. He was never as strong, as stocky as most of Asgard, and so was not given the means to simply waltz into any given situation and know that his brawn could take care of him should any altercations arise. So it would go, he would stick to his shadows and look on, surveying events to decide the best way to proceed. It was never very difficult. No one paid him much mind, anyway.
He’d spent most of his life observing Thor. They were- well, had been brothers, after all. Most of his time was spent with the Thunderer, and, being the firstborn son, the heir to the throne, Loki had always been left behind to watch as he was whisked away, to be trained how to be a proper king. It was something that continued throughout their youths, the elder god rushing in without thinking and his younger, wayward brother falling behind to analyze his movements and to try and assist in a rational way. It never ceased to amuse him, being thought of as the chaotic son while Odinson was golden and unable to do wrong. If anything, it was the opposite. Loki was sensible, he thought his way through everything before he did it, taking into account the wins and losses that might befall him should certain actions be taken in a certain way. Even if his weren’t the most- socially desired goals, he still meticulously planned his process for achieving them. Thor, on the other hand, stampeded in in all his bulk, bludgeoning everything in his path. He longed for battle, craved it, and once he was dropped into a situation that called for such a violent resolution, he relished in it. The God of Thunder was a brute who never thought about what harm his actions could cause, and yet still he is the source of bedlam in the House of Odin. He supposes it was inevitable, being labeled the god of Mischief, the Liesmith. Such truths did not make it any less humorous.
The raven-haired god has continued to scrutinize him ever since, through the coronation and all the nastiness that transpired afterwards. Midgard had made his once unequaled brother weak, and he had taken that as a cue to ascend to power, to finally surpass he whose shadow he’d been drowning in for centuries. He’d failed. And fallen. But if Loki was anything, he was persistent, and he’d swiftly snatched up the offer of limitless power that the tesseract was supposed to bring. But he’d been careless, and was suffering for it. A prisoner of war. Again.
Now that he is trapped on Midgard, he has new prey to study. He takes to it quick and often, for what else is there for him to do? He is practically useless with the lack of his seidr, and the amount he has access to is not nearly enough to provide sufficient entertainment. Watching the Midgardians at least passes the time. He has learned much about them by saying nothing and seeing everything, their secrets, their fears, their gestures and mannerisms.
But he does have his favorites.
Bruce of Banner is soft, fleshy, whereas Thor had always been taut muscle. It gives a different definition to his form, but makes for some exquisite curvatures nonetheless. He believes he favors the line where the shoulder melds into the back, but there are others that he is fond of as well. Banner is small in stature, but broad, with large hands that one would assume would be clumsy, fumbling, but which work with a precision the likes of which Loki has only seen few times before. It is odd for him to be so enticed by someone of such meager height, but for some reason it is appealing to him regardless. The doctor’s voice is weak compared to the booming roar of his not-brother, almost strained, and with a rough cadence to it that the deity isn’t quite sure how to categorize, but that still manages to captivate him. Bruce was not one for much conversation, however, and so it was up to the Jotunn heir to give him reasons to speak. It was easy, really. All he had to do was feign ignorance regarding some Earth custom or other, ask the right questions, and the human would eagerly acquiesce. He’s grown fond of watching the Avenger work, and does so on more occasions than he’d be comfortable to admit, or that have gone noticed. The scientist has fascinated him for some time now, ever since he’d taken to visiting the glass cell of Loki’s prison. No one besides Thor had come to call on him, and he wasn’t so boring as the rest of his team. They enjoyed speaking with each other, and he especially appreciated the company. After being let out on good behavior, the false son had made sure to appropriately demonstrate just how grateful he was.
The god stays like this, in the shadows he’s grown so accustomed to, just for a few minutes more. Only when his eyes have had their fill does he come up behind Banner, silently, to greet him in their way, bending at the waist and placing chilled lips to the back of the scientist’s neck. He revels in the involuntary shudder, the steady intake of breath. A thin mouth smiles into the cooling skin before pulling back. Each of his hands come to rest on a corresponding shoulder, and he rests his chin on the one to the right of Bruce’s throat, peering over at the papers strewn about the doctor’s desk.
“I have a door.” He murmurs, brown eyes never leaving his work. “Don’t people knock on Asgard?”
“Most of the time.” The Trickster smirks in response, shrugging slightly. “I still prefer my means of entering.”
“You would, wouldn’t you?” Bruce shakes his head as Loki straightens. His only reply is a soft chuckle, and then the room falls into silence. There is no urge to fill it with meaningless babble, and it’s comforting to know that they could go on like this for some time, not saying anything, and neither of them would feel any less at ease. The human carries on with his work, almost as if the prisoner isn’t there. Acidic green eyes watch him tentatively, taking in the way his eyes dart over the page behind his glasses, how his wrist flicks to turn one sheet of paper to the next. Pale hands trail down from shoulders to biceps as he nestles his head in the crook of Banner’s neck once more.
“Come.” He says simply, hands squeezing. “I require sustenance.”
“I’m working.” Comes an exasperated sigh in response. “I’m sure you’re capable of dealing with it yourself.” The scientist keeps to his documents, much to Loki’s displeasure. The silence resumes briefly, and the god purses his lips just before dragging the seated man’s chair back, just enough so he can effortlessly slide into a spacious lap. Long arms hook around a stocky throat, fingers threading through salt and pepper hair.
“I wish to visit the eatery with the golden arches.” He hums. “I am as of yet unfamiliar with its location.” The doctor looks at him finally, eyebrow raised as he sets his files down.
“And you can’t leave the premises without supervision, anyway.” He reminds the Jotunn. Emerald eyes roll in frustration as the corner of his mouth quirks up in a grin. He plucks the glasses off the Midgardian’s face, folding them delicately and keeping them in his grasp.
“I had been hoping to retain some of my dignity by leaving that little detail out of it, but yes, that is another reason I would have you escort me.” Teeth dig into his lower lip as his head tilts to the side, considering. “I would prefer to avoid any- unfavorable scenarios should I attempt to take my leave unaccompanied.” He tries to offer a look of sincere innocence, but Banner knows better, and lets out an amused breath, his interpretation of a laugh.
“You know, for a god, I’d think you’d be too… I don’t know, sophisticated for Midgardian fast food.” He quickly snatches his glasses back, turning them around in his too-large hands. He glances down at them before shifting curious eyes back to Loki, whose index finger has traced a path from the nape of Bruce’s neck, down his stubbled jaw line, before tapping against his chin.
“I am fond of their fried potato strips.”
Now it’s Bruce’s turn to roll his eyes, slipping his spectacles back onto his face. He gauges the Liesmith’s unrelenting expression for a moment, before groaning in defeat.
“Fine.” He yields. “I’m almost done here.” Laufey’s son smirks, nodding his head in approval. He places a kiss to a creased forehead, and glides off his seat in the other man’s lap. He walks around the familiar room, glancing over the few possessions littering the shelves. It doesn’t take long for the doctor to finish, and soon he’s shrugging on his jacket, and making his way over to the deity, who is already situated against the doorframe.
“They’re called French fries, you know.” Bruce states as he steps into the hall.
“Hmm. What an odd name.“ Loki muses, following and placing a hand on the small of the Avenger’s back. “Tell me about it?”
