"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" [following my crapshoot blog?????? I mean thank you but w h a t]
Loki looked up, having rudely snatched this particular mortal’s arm by the wrist. It looked metallic, and he was quite shocked when he found that it was indeed artificial and elemental. ”Observing,” he answered, as if the answer had been completely obvious.
Loki’s eyes widened momentarily as he watched the mechanic arm shifting, mimicking the actions of muscles and tendons. It was perhaps not the most advanced piece of technology he’d ever seen, but it was still impressive by Midgardian standards. ”Nerve and tendon pinches…” he echoed curiously, straightening up as the other man put his arm down. ”So you mean to say it malfunctions?”
Loki scoffed at the man’s reaction, rolling his eyes. His language and slang definitely left something to be desired. ”Very eloquent,” he chastised. ”I suppose you wouldn’t be as surprised as some,” he said with a shrug of one shoulder. ”Though I’m sure I could show you some things which would surprise you.”
He felt the tightness of his gaze soften with furtive amusement as he observed the other man, all quiet power and round eyes, before he squared his shoulders at the direct question. “Well, it’s not really intended for extended use without specialized maintenance. Otherwise there are— complications.” He explained cagily, “But I guess I mean to say it hasn’t ripped my dick off yet.”
"You sparkled.” He retaliated with a half-hearted huff, ducking his head and shuffling his combat boots in a thoroughly reprimanded manner. He could be eloquent, god dammit. He eyed the other warily. “Oh— no, don’t get me wrong. I’m sure you could give me the I’ll Show You Mine if You Show Me Yours game of my life, but. Rain check?”
